That was The Thing, Called Courage

　　Mo Xiaofei sat down at the original place for a very long time in a trance as if he had lost his soul. Who knows when but the club’s boss left without noise.

A good while later, Mo Xiaofei raised up his head and stretched out one finger, pointing at a steel tube.

In a distance, the steel tube floated up. Mo Xiaofei took a deep breath, then pointed at a second one and the third one… Good, nothing happened.

Nonetheless, when it came to the fifth one, a pool of blood erupted out of his nose.

Bang! Bang! Several steel tubes dropped on the ground, lying in disorder.

"I have no power anymore… I have no power anymore… If I keep on using my power, I will die… will die… die…"

He held his head with both hands, curling into a ball--- When he reached home, Mo Xiaofei was unaware how he had gotten back.

His brain was a blank. The potential threat of death at any time swept over his heart lightly but it caused a horrible wound that would be never healed.

"Xiaofei?"