"This is nowhere near the end!" Zhang Beixing remarked, walking toward Chen Rourou.
Hearing his words, Chen Rourou's face turned deathly pale, her eyes wide with terror. With a sudden burst of strength from who knows where, she clawed at the ground, scrambling backward as she pleaded, "No... don't, Master! Please, don't do this!" Her voice was choked with sobs; she was utterly terrified of the "special measure" Zhang Beixing had mentioned.
But Zhang Beixing seemed oblivious, remaining unmoved as he strode purposefully toward her. His imposing figure cast a long, menacing shadow in the moonlight, gradually engulfing Chen Rourou. As she watched in helpless horror, Zhang Beixing reached out and pressed his hand firmly onto her shoulder.
It's over! Chen Rourou's heart lurched; this was bad.
Just as she was about to struggle, Zhang Beixing's voice came. "Take a deep breath and relax. Pain is perfectly normal."
