"I say…" The strands of hair plastered to the head by sweat clumped together, and beads of sweat dripped to the ground. After being tormented in this state for ten minutes, Little Vlad finally couldn't hold out any longer and spoke weakly.
Seeing this, Pei Yan nodded to Du Guangyuan, who understood and stepped forward to administer another type of injection. Moments later, Little Vlad's breathing began to stabilize.
Xia Yu snapped her fingers and released most of the restraints around her. Once Little Vlad hit the ground, she collapsed into a puddle of mud, leaning motionlessly in the corner until she regained some strength. Only then did she look at Pei Yan and plead, "Water, give me some water, give me that liquid you have in your hand!"
