The leader wanted to say something more.
But Leng Yuan just took the syringe and injected its contents into the leader's body.
The leader's face filled with terror. He was about to protest when he realized Leng Yuan had already pulled the needle out.
"No—"
He only managed to get one word out before his body went rigid and collapsed to the ground.
Leng Yuan stared at the object in his hand, lost in thought.
The men around him saw Leng Yuan look from the syringe to them, and they shook their heads frantically.
This was the anesthetic their boss had spent a fortune on. It was a hundred times more concentrated than normal—even an elephant would be knocked out instantly if it so much as touched it, let alone a person.
Leng Yuan had no intention of using the rest of it on them. He capped the syringe and put it in his pocket.
The men: ...
'Shameless.'
'Their boss paid a fortune for that, and this guy is just taking it for himself.'
But they didn't dare say it out loud.
