The slap worked instantly. The eerie man didn't even make a sound before he went straight down, face-first, and stopped moving.
The still-shaken Fatty sucked in a breath. The man's features slowly melted like wax, revealing a completely different face underneath.
It was still a man, but he was clearly much younger, around sixteen or seventeen. Wax kept oozing from his body, and the training uniform he wore hung loose on him, far too big.
Jiang Cheng walked over and crouched beside him, checking for a pulse at his nose. Thankfully, he had only passed out. Jiang Cheng then pulled open the man's training uniform, revealing a white-and-blue hospital gown underneath. The fabric was cheap, and the gown was already very old.
Jiang Cheng had seen a similar hospital gown not long ago, on Shao Tong.
The situation was obvious. This man was a new-generation Deep Red member who had been imprisoned here. The fact that he'd managed to strip off the training uniform proved he had some tricks up his sleeve. It was just too bad he'd run into Wu.
The man's entire right cheek was swollen. He probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
What really caught Jiang Cheng's attention was the man's right arm. This... It could no longer be described as an arm. If he had to define it, Jiang Cheng thought it looked more like a fleshy tentacle.
The tentacle was much longer than a normal left arm. And judging by what they'd encountered earlier, it could stretch and retract at will, using its astonishing strength to strangle opponents.
After a moment's thought, Jiang Cheng pried open the man's mouth. A long, scarlet tongue lolled out. It was thin, with a forked tip like a snake's tongue.
Fatty couldn't help marveling at the sight. How could