He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't even open his mouth. He wanted to struggle, but no matter how wildly he kicked and thrashed, even attempting to leverage himself off that arm as strong as steel, he couldn't draw a single breath of fresh air.
In the face of such overwhelming force, all his struggles were like a child throwing a tantrum before an adult—utterly futile, only deepening his despair.
Cheston En, standing beside him, was dumbfounded.
He knew Dean was formidable.
But this was a full-grown man! A man who weighed at least a hundred catties!
How could a normal person, as if picking up a chick, lift a full-grown man weighing at least a hundred catties off the ground with one hand, holding him by the neck in mid-air?
But whether Cheston En believed it or not, all of this was happening right before his eyes.
