Gong Daoyang's body slammed against Du Da, who showed no sign of surprise.
Once again, he smiled, raised the lighter in his hand, and pressed down hard with his thumb. "I knew you'd come. Let's die together; I won't be at a loss."
But the moment he finished speaking, his resolute and manic eyes finally showed panic.
The tiny button on the lighter, which usually only required a little pressure to produce a "CLICK" and a small flame, was now impossible for his thumb to press.
After inhaling gas for a long time, although he could still maintain his sanity, his body had become weak and uncontrollable, which he had not noticed in his manic emotional state.
A small lighter button shouldn't be what stopped him.
He panicked and tried to press the button with both hands. Surely it would work then.
But once again, things did not go as he expected, as his arms had also become weak and slow.
Du Da panicked and became anxious.
He wanted to die and take these two with him.
