Pretty Chill

Fred looked at Xu An doubtfully with brows furrowed.

"If you don't believe it, so be it." Xu An walked forward as he passed by Fred's figure.

"Hold on, tell me how you get it?" Fred asked.

"I got it from the street, no. To be exact, I hit a guy and he lost his consciousness. Then, a bottle rolled at me. As I feel connected, I grab it and store it in my spatial ring," explained Xu An.

"Can I see what it looks like?"

"Sure," replied Xu An without hesitation as particles of light condensed in the air before forming into a small glass bottle with a strange liquid in it.

"This…" Fred's body was stiff. His eyes agape as his pupils dilated in shock. Fred hurriedly reached out his hand so as to grab the bottle. Xu An instantly lifted the bottle. Fred missed it by a hair's breadth.

Fred ended up in a weird posture before returning to normal.

"What are you doing? If you want it, beg like you mean it. Like your life depends on it."