Third World: President Qie's First Move

While some were being tormented with snakes, the human popsicle finally reached its destination. Wen Qinxi had been hauled left and right during transit. If it weren't because he hadn't eaten in more than thirty-six hours, he would have puked his guts out.

He thanked the heavens as soon as the tin can stopped moving. It seemed they had finally reached their destination. The icebox was soon opened and his gaze fell upon three scientists wearing yellow hazmat suits and black rubber gloves. Wen Qinxi wanted to beat the crap out of the geniuses but he still couldn't move. He could only helplessly watch as they picked up his frozen body. Of course, he didn't forget to glare daggers at them in the process.

The scientists felt his unnerving gaze and shuddered despite knowing that the man was immobilized. This didn't stop layers of cold sweat from forming on their backs and foreheads. This man was too scary.