The young white man, Howard, was rolling on the ground, the pain and itching making him nearly insane. He had never felt so miserable in his life; this Chinese guy must know Magic, making him itch uncontrollably...
Two burly men beside him who had been knocked down by Lin Fan earlier now scrambled to their feet. They had initially planned to come over and help, but upon seeing Howard's condition, they were scared stiff, not daring to help. They didn't want to end up like this.
"Quick, save me!"
Finally, Howard couldn't take it anymore and pleaded with Lin Fan for mercy. There was no other option; it was too painful. He wanted to die but couldn't, left only to suffer alive.
Lin Fan remained unmoved, merely looking at him coldly.
Howard continued to struggle. This kind of pain was not something an ordinary human could endure.
"Save me! Whatever you want to know, I will tell you, as long as you save me. I can't take it anymore, or you might as well shoot me dead, ah, please!"
