163 knives

"No!!!" Shi Ziqiang's eyes bulged as he roared, turning and pouncing toward Zhang Liya, "Throw it away!!"

But he had only taken half a step when a sudden "crackling" sound emitted from his body, his form shuddered, and he froze in place.

He clearly felt the excruciating pain coming simultaneously from important joints throughout his body: shoulders, elbows, hips, groins, knees, ankles. Upon looking down, he saw fresh blood seeping through his uniform, and in some places, steel spikes were even protruding.

The so-called "reinforced armor" turned out to be a mechanism akin to the Iron Maiden.

Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Shi Ziqiang's strength failed him, and he crumpled to the ground.

"Ha!!" A burst of laughter followed from behind the stone altar at a further distance, "Now who's the joke!!!"

"Viol...ation..." Shi Ziqiang lay sprawled on the ground, struggling in the direction of the female president with the last of his energy.