The Fat Man felt something drop into his mouth; his tongue stirred, and it instantly dissolved into liquid and flowed down his throat. He was secretly shocked. He had planned to hide the Pill under his tongue and spit it out when he got the chance, but who knew that thought would be shattered so quickly.
The Elder said coldly, "Swallow it."
Fatty: "What?"
The Elder: "I told you to swallow it. Didn't you hear?"
The Fat Man's mind was collapsing, and when he heard this, he said in a dead-souled tone, "Senior, the Pill's already melted. No need to swallow, it's already flowed into my belly."
The Elder's gaze flashed sharply at him, and he said in a grim tone, "Even if it's melted you still have to swallow. You're so sly—who knows if you'll spit it out the moment I'm not looking?"
Under the Elder's supervision, the Fat Man took several gulps of water before the Elder finally let him go.
