Shackles

This is both your power and your obligation…

Jiang Chen's last sentence touched the most sensitive part in Wu Changfeng's mind.

Yes, this is my power. Why should I gift it to you?

I'm the one making the sacrifice; I'm the one standing in front of mankind. What do you have to offer to make me give my "life" to you?

No longer hesitant, he pushed out all the thoughts of giving it to the country. He picked up the needle and directed it at his vein. Pushing away all of his distractions, he made up his mind and injected the needle with his eyes closed.

As the serum was injected into his body, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

He quietly waited for the onset of the drug as he leaned back into the sofa.

The second hand of the clock ticked, but the expected pain didn't arrive. He frowned and looked at the spot where he injected the serum.

"Is there no response?"