However, previously, he was determined not to drink what others gave him. He thought that everything would be fine, so he did not take these words to heart at all.
He did not expect someone to use force.
"Don't you people touch me. Do you know what I am? Don't touch—"
Leather Jacket caught the corner of his jaw and squeezed hard. His mouth opened.
Yue Lanchen was flustered and afraid.
It wasn't the first time he'd heard what happened to people who touched drugs. Those people's ruined lives weren't just filled with pain and nightmares. There were countless entanglements that were worse than nightmares.
And now he was about to be forcibly contaminated with such a thing.
He struggled as hard as he could. Someone kicked him in the leg and his legs gave way and he fell to his knees.
From all around came loud, piercing laughter, like demons.
He watched helplessly as the glass of red wine was brought toward him.
