IT'S NOT A SHACKLE

Bai Chen was so shocked, he even forgot how to breathe for a moment. However, when he finally remembered to fill his lungs with fresh air once more, he hungrily inhaled the oxygen around him before bringing his hand into his sleeve and pulling something out of his sleeve.

His trembling hand took out a small object from within the sleeve, and then he carefully opened his palm, only to see the small black bead that Wu Jinhai had produced after they had a hot activity last night.

"This… this bead—"

"Yes. You can destroy it if you want to kill me, Bai Chen. You don't even need to use Wu Jiang to kill his father."