The staggering Leng Feng suddenly drew his sidearm, aiming it at one of the men from the Management Bureau.
But the sight danced in Leng Feng's vision, shifting left and right... double vision, triple vision, he realized his body felt heavy and he was gradually losing control.
Leng Feng shook his head vigorously, but it did nothing to improve his state.
Just as he was about to recklessly pull the trigger, the man in front of him rushed forward and punched him in the abdomen. The intense pain instantly broke the last bit of Leng Feng's consciousness, and he finally collapsed onto the man's shoulder.
"This guy's willpower isn't just ordinarily strong," said the man, shaking the bell in his hand.
Leng Feng, now motionless, slowly stood up straight, but his eyes were already empty.
"He's exceptional among ordinary people, after all, he is a soldier," another man said indifferently. "Alright, I'm going to check the front, you handle things here."
