He slammed both hands hard against the glass, his voice suddenly going up in volume.
Even though he knew Wan Shaolun couldn’t get close to him, Wan Hong instinctively leaned back when he saw him come near and frowned.
How did he expect Wan Shaolun to calm down? Wan Shaolun felt like he was going crazy! He had gone all out to try to drag down his enemy with him, but in the end nothing happened to him. Was there anything more ironic than this? Wan Shaolun beat his chest and felt like he was going to puke blood again.
During this period of time, Wan Shaolun would vomit blood now and then, but he didn’t feel anything at all. It was as if he was a host for the K virus and he had no more control over his own body anymore. The K virus seemed to know that blood was the most effective way to infect others, so he kept puking blood every now and then just so that he could infect more people. He didn’t feel any pain, but he didn’t know whether he was just numb to it or he really didn’t feel pain. At the same time, his body became thinner and thinner with each passing day. He was still alive, but he was as good as dead!