Whatever the drug was, Xia Shule was terrified. After all, this lunatic might even poison him to death. There was nothing he wouldn't do.
"What did you make me take?!" Xia Shule shouted, his voice a little hoarse from his violent coughing.
Jiang Gechen was so arrogant that he saw no harm in telling Xia Shule about it. He was even perfectly at ease.
He said, "Don't worry. This isn't like before. This one's very healthy."
He said, "It's just a very ordinary drug. It can't change much."
Xia Shule's hands were bound behind his back, so he couldn't wipe his tears and could only let them fall. "You really do drag things out. You could say it in one sentence. Villains always die because they talk too much."
Jiang Gechen laughed, looking delighted. He had never considered himself a villain. He had always felt he ought to be the protagonist. "It's a drug that makes your body go limp. I don't know what to call it, but abroad, I think it's called... Cloud."
These were all drugs left over from when Jiang Shou had dealt with Yan Zhishu back then. Now his son had inherited them and was putting them to use.
Xia Shule couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Jiang Gechen pretended not to see it and went on. "This is different from an anesthetic. Anesthetics make you groggy and put you to sleep. But... this won't."
"It leaves you conscious while robbing you of some of your strength. The harder you try... the less strength you can muster. That way, your fully conscious resistance will feel like nothing more than a tickle to me."
I'm done for...
Xia Shule thought he understood what he meant.
I'm done for... Isn't he going to...
Sure enough, the next moment, Jiang