"Oh yeah, that idiot. Probably got eaten by now," the other replied with a smirk.
The jeering voices made Shen Xinghui's heart feel like it was shattering.
Eaten?
That can't be true.
Ignatius was strong.
He had promised to come back.
But the men's laughter deepened, their expressions growing more derisive, dripping with scorn.
"Of course, he got eaten. No way he survived that."
"Yeah. Even if he's a Dragon Man, Yiazmat's no joke."
"That's... that's not true..." Shen Xinghui wanted to protest.
Yet even he had doubted.
That was why those terrible dreams haunted him.
"Forget about that. Let's enjoy ourselves," the brown-haired man said, lifting Shen Xinghui's legs and touching where he had no right to.
Terror coursed through Shen Xinghui's body.
The effects of the drug were already taking over, making him unbearably sensitive.