The Kevlar bodysuit was great in every way except that it was a real pain to take off. Whenever Qin Wei reached for the zipper behind him, he felt as if his spine were about to snap.
But that was not even the worst part. When he tugged at the hem to peel it off his skin, he also had to heave his body back and forth like a blanket dancing in a tornado.
The first time he took the damned thing off in the bathroom, Qin Wei used too much force and smashed the sink. He stepped on the ceramic shards, and the pain sent him tumbling to the floor.
To make matters worse, the collar was still locked around his neck and would not come off, leaving him rolling around in the ceramic debris.
Aaargh-ow, ow, OWWW, ow, ow, ow!!!!
The scene was hellish beyond words.
Qin Wei pulled his pants halfway down and examined the injury near his groin where Jason had shot him.
At the center of a bruise the size of a bowl's rim were beads of purplish-red blood seeping from his pores. A poke with his finger hurt enough to make him bare his teeth.
He reckoned there was probably a small crack in his thighbone.
If he had not been worried about Jason discovering his identity, he could have escaped with his grappling gun and spared himself another injury.
"Of all the things that damned kid could play with, he had to pick a gun," Qin Wei muttered, pulling all the equipment hidden beneath the sofa out and stuffing it into a black shoulder bag.
Then he changed into a sports hoodie he rarely wore, pulled a baseball cap low, and headed out with the bag over his shoulder.
Of course, before leaving,