"How did you get in here?"

Anshul's face turned pale upon hearing the voice of the person he least wanted to see, the one he couldn't forget from his mind—the person he had just met yesterday. This was the individual who had tried to kill him for no reason, the person named Zhao Wu. Anshul's heart raced as he tried to gather his wits.

The previous encounter with them has instilled a fear in Anshul, causing him to instinctively step back without realizing it. Fortunately, the person he feared was not looking at him but instead angrily reprimanding their subordinates.

PUNCH

Zhao Wu threw a punch towards his two subordinates, Ron and Zhang Chan. The impact looked rather painful, yet neither of them flinched or moved from their spots, stoically displaying unwavering loyalty. As the tension lingered in the air, a hushed silence enveloped the room, emphasizing the unspoken dynamics of power and allegiance within the group

"How is he alive? Didn't you two confirm he was dead? Can't you even handle a simple task?"

Anshul took another step back, slowly trying to escape from there, but unfortunately, the only exit was the door behind the trio. He didn't want to attract their attention at a time like this. The only way was to think of a plan to escape, so he started to think hard about what to do.

'What should I do?'

The gravity of the situation pressed upon him, forcing Anshul to frantically brainstorm an escape plan. His mind raced, thoughts colliding in a chaotic dance as he grappled with the impending threat. In the suffocating stillness, he hear the voice

{What are you doing? Hide the tube in your pocket before they see it}

As Anshul heard the voice, a chilling realization swept over him, igniting the memory of why they sought to end his life. It was all about obtaining the VB container from his father's lab, and now, unbelievably, he held that very same object in his trembling hand. Panic seized him, and with a frantic urgency, he attempted to conceal the crucial tube in his pocket. However, time slipped through his fingers like sand, and despite his hurried efforts, it proved to be too late.

"Oh, what's that in your hand, boy? How ironic that even after escaping death last time, you now clutch the very reason you nearly met your demise," Zhao Wu said while noticing the tube in Anshul's hand

Anshul's eyes widened in fear, his mind scrambling for a plausible explanation. Before he could utter a word, the voice in his head whispered urgently,

{Think fast! Give him a diversion.}

In a desperate attempt to divert Zhao Wu's attention, Anshul stammered, "This? It's just tomato juice, nothing important." He attempted a feeble smile, but the tension in the room remained palpable.

"Boy, do you think i am stupid or something!" Zhao Wu said angrily "I don't know how you are not died but you sure are unluck to meet me now of all time, you know why?"

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{Is it because he want to pee, I wonder?}

Anshul wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, desperately urging the voice not to joke in a situation like this, but he couldn't muster the courage to utter a word in this intense moment.

Zhao Wu moves towards Anshul slowly and answer to his own question "It is because I am angry and now i will personally take action"

"Boss, we just need to take that Vitalizer blood from him" Ron said in hope of preventing Zhao Wu from doing useless things.

Punch

Zhao Wu turn back and throw another punch at Ron and said "Quiet! its your fault that this boy will die in a painful way"

Anshul turn paled hearing that and took another step back. He turn his eyes on the tube he was holding and he soon got a idea

"Sir, here you can take this and please let me go"

Zhao Wu walked menacingly toward Anshul, his eyes fixed on him like a predator closing in on its prey. With deliberate precision, he snatched the tube from Anshul's hand and flung it back towards Zhang Chan. Anshul, catching a fleeting moment of respite, believed he was safe and let out a sigh of relief. Yet, the relief was short-lived.

"Ha Hahahahahhahahahahahha"

In a sudden twist of cruelty, Zhao Wu's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Anshul's spine. It was a laughter filled with mockery, as if the cruel dance of power and deception had only just begun.

"You still think it will just end like this. You fool!"

"Please... let me go."

"Oh my, you are in a worse state than I thought. Is it because of the last time? This will not do."

"...What?"

"It's not fun this way. I know, let's play a game."

"A game?"

"It's simple—just hit me once. If you do that, I will let you go. Simple, right?"

Zhao Wu's eyes glinted with a sadistic amusement, adding an unsettling layer to the already tense atmosphere. Anshul's heart raced, and the voice in his head spoke again, {You can fight, right? It will be easy with that power you have.} Anshul hesitated for a moment, grappling with the fear and uncertainty that gripped him. After a moment of contemplation, Anshul nodded.

"Good."

As Anshul readied himself for the impending test, the room seemed to close in, amplifying the pressure of the twisted game about to unfold. The air crackled with tension, and the malevolent grin on Zhao Wu's face hinted at a darker purpose behind this seemingly simple challenge.

Zhao Wu circled Anshul, his predatory gaze never leaving him. "Let's see what you've got, boy. Show me your strength!"

Anshul, trembling, raised his fists defensively, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. Zhao Wu lunged forward with startling speed, aiming a swift kick at Anshul's midsection. Anshul, spurred on by the desperate need to survive, managed to evade the blow, but Zhao Wu's attacks were relentless.

The room transformed into a chaotic arena as Zhao Wu toyed with Anshul, delivering calculated strikes and cruel taunts. Anshul, despite his newfound abilities, found it challenging to keep up. The unpredictable moves of Zhao Wu kept him on the defensive.

{What are you doing dodge!? You idiot move left not right!}

{MOVE!!}

{Dodge}

The commands echoed in Anshul's mind, and he attempted to follow them. However, Zhao Wu's laughter filled the air, mocking Anshul's every move. The twisted game had escalated into a tormenting dance of power and humiliation.{What are you doing? Move! You stupid idiot.}

"Shut up."

{If I had fought him, I would have won ten times.}

"Then you fight him."

"Hey kid, what are you muttering to yourself? Did I hit your head too hard?"

{I would have fought him if you let me.}

"Shut up! You want to fight him? Go fight him."

"Have you gone mad, kid? If so, let me end this game."

{Fast, raise your hand.}

Block.

"What?"

{Uhn.}

Both Anshul and the Voice were surprised by this sudden change of events. It was because Anshul had moved his hand not by his will but by the will of the Voice. The room, once filled with tension, now hung in an eerie stillness as they grappled with the unexplainable occurrence.