1892, you... damn it!
Shen Muchen finally snapped out of his extreme fear.
He gripped the injector tightly, thrusting his right hand fiercely toward Yu Lingqian's neck.
"Pfft!"
Because the two were so close, and all of Yu Lingqian's attention was drawn by Mu Anran behind him, the needle precisely hit his shoulder and neck.
The sharp pain from his shoulder and neck made Yu Lingqian instinctively clench his hand.
Shen Muchen felt his vision going dark, his entire body drained.
Yet even so, he persisted in using the last bit of strength to inject all the anesthetic into Yu Lingqian's body.
"Ah!"
Yu Lingqian let out a low roar of pain from deep in his throat, swinging his right hand to fling Shen Muchen aside.
Due to the attack, his entire body's strength exploded.
With a powerful swing, Mu Anran, who was wrapped around his lower back, was also thrown heavily against the wall.
"Ugh..."
