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Gu Changhuai pointed with one hand, and a Wind Blade severed the tendons of Jia Ren's right hand.

Jia Ren's right hand drooped, and several pills slid to the ground.

The pills were a sinister green.

With his extensive experience, Gu Changhuai recognized at a glance that these were deadly poison pills.

"Thinking of suicide?"

Gu Changhuai's gaze narrowed slightly, sensing something amiss, he looked up just as Jia Ren had bitten through one of his teeth, attempting to swallow it.

Was there poison hidden in the tooth?

A cold light flashed in Gu Changhuai's eyes, and he quickly grasped Jia Ren's throat with his right hand while his left fist forcefully struck Jia Ren's abdomen.

Jia Ren groaned in pain and spat out the tooth containing poison.

He tried to resist and struggle further, but his means were already exhausted. Even his attempts to seek death had been thwarted.

Meanwhile, the anesthetic from the shackles had already spread throughout his body with his blood.