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The injection was ice-cold, as if a snake was burrowing into her muscles. Emily Stone's eyes widened; she didn't know what Walter Schmidt had injected her with.
Still, the words Walter Schmidt had just spoken had led her to guess that there was definitely something wrong with this injection, maybe even poison.
However, she had said that she wouldn't let her die so easily—she would properly torture her first, so the liquid medicine must be a slow-acting poison!
The injection was quickly administered, and Walter Schmidt pulled out the needle. She stood up and looked down at Emily Stone on the ground with cold eyes.
"What, what did you inject me with!?" Emily Stone's body was stiff, and the pain in her neck was still there, but she hadn't felt anything wrong yet. Furrowing her brows, she stared at Walter Schmidt, "Nancy Yancey, what did you inject me with!?"