"Okay."
Russell nodded calmly, then walked into the bedroom at an unhurried pace and lay down stiffly in the shape of a wooden plank.
This was an extremely severe test that had to be treated with caution. It concerned whether he could successfully recover his fear, and indirectly, whether he could keep his life.
"Wait, you're not actually going to do it for real, are you?"
Supergirl grabbed Shen Menghan, who was rubbing her hands together eagerly. Her expression was incredibly strange, and she even felt a little regretful. Had she known things would develop to this point, she would have spoken up first.
Even now, she still found it hard to believe. Shen Menghan had given up far too quickly. That was not her style.
"How could I? I made him lie down because I'm going to let him experience fear another way."
"What?"
"What doesn't matter. But let me make this clear first: no matter how much he screams later, you are not allowed to go in and stop me."
Shen Menghan looked at the traitor with disgust. She could never accomplish anything and only ruined things. Every time, she went easy on that scumbag, constantly dragging them down. A complete pig teammate.
"Pah. If you had even half my ruthlessness and didn't indulge him in everything, how could things have developed to this point?"
Supergirl returned her look of disgust. It was all Shen Menghan's fault.
"Big words. Let's see who betrays us first later!"
With that, Shen Menghan snorted angrily, turned around, found a pair of scissors in the kitchen, rushed into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
She even locked it!
Supergirl coughed lightly, poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen, listened to Russell's miserable screams from the bedroom, resisted the urge