Chapter 405 The Tug-of-War

• The burly man spoke with a streetwise swagger, like someone who’d lived by the code of the underworld. His body was all corded muscle, and the way he dressed screamed “martial artist.”
• Jayce said, “Have a seat. Tell me the basics.”
• The big guy said, “Name’s Yue Chenggang. I’m a martial artist. Been training since I was a kid—strong as an ox. I eat well, sleep well. Then out of nowhere, one day my neck stopped working. I couldn’t move it no matter what. I went to every physician I could find, and no one had a clue.”