"So this was your plan."
Meng Fan had lost all four limbs.
But an enigmatic smile still hung on his face.
"It wasn't my plan. You insisted on walking right into the trap."
As she spoke, four male doctors tied Meng Fan to a chair.
"You can leave now."
"Yes, Miss Makima."
Once the door closed, only Makima and Meng Fan remained in the room, facing each other.
"Well? Can you still transform?"
"Without my limbs, of course I can't transform. Looks like you've got me right where you want me, Miss Makima," Meng Fan teased, without the slightest hint of alarm on his face.
"Once your wounds have mostly healed, I'll repay everything you did to me twice over. And I won't kill you. I'll keep torturing you forever." Makima delivered the cruelest words in the gentlest tone.
"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you won't kill me."
"In fact, what I'll use on you this time will be even worse than before, Miss Makima."
As soon as he finished speaking, a buzzing came from Meng Fan's abdomen.
Then his body began swelling, growing larger and larger.
Bang!!
The next second, Meng Fan's entire body exploded.
Swarms of flies scattered everywhere.
Makima narrowed her eyes, inspecting the chunks of flesh on the floor.
In her eyes, Meng Fan had killed himself out of fear of being tortured.
Although Meng Fan's self-destruction had caught her off guard.
Makima believed she had already discovered his fatal weakness.
If Meng Fan dared to appear again.
She would absolutely blow off his limbs again.
Then Makima stopped looking at the corpse.
She stepped over the chunks of flesh on the floor and moved to leave the room.
But just then, that