92: Should you do it, or should I?

The inhuman low growl from deep within Wang Fugui's throat was the beginning of this disaster.

He suddenly curled up, his burly frame twitching violently on the floor mat; it wasn't a normal spasm, but a terrifying force that seemed intent on crushing his own skeleton.

A bone-chilling coldness exploded from his stomach, instantly piercing through his entire body. Immediately after, an even more terrifying scorching heat surged wildly from deep within his bone marrow. The two extreme sensations crashed violently inside him, tearing at each other.

His entire body became like a piece of red-hot iron, his skin turning a frightening crimson at a visible speed. Dense beads of sweat had barely emerged before they were instantly evaporated by the terrifying high temperature on his skin's surface.

"Fugui!"

"Brother!"

The screams of Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao rang out simultaneously, the previous hint of ambiguity and testing completely shattered by horror.

Chen Yun reacted the fastest; she flipped over and knelt by the floor mat, reaching out to feel Wang Fugui's forehead.

"Ah!"

The moment her fingertips touched him, she pulled back as if struck by lightning. That wasn't the temperature of a fever; it was like touching a piece of charcoal fresh from the furnace!

Lin Xiaocao was also terrified. She scrambled off the bed, throwing herself over recklessly, wanting to use her body to hold his trembling head and press her cheek against his.

"Don't touch him!"

Chen Yun shouted a sharp warning, but it was already too late.

Just as Lin Xiaocao's cheek touched Wang Fugui's temple, a piercing, burning pain made her let out a shrill scream. She clutched the half of her face that had instantly become red and swollen, tears streaming down from the pain.

In the midst of this chaos, the delirious Wang Fugui suddenly reached out, clawing wildly in the air, his mouth emitting blurred, beast-like mutterings.

"Hot... so hot... give it to me..."

That scalding, large hand grabbed the wrist of Chen Yun, who was closest to him, without any warning.

"Ugh!"

Chen Yun let out a muffled groan, her pretty face instantly losing all color.

It wasn't just being grabbed; it was being death-gripped by a pair of red-hot iron tongs. She felt her wrist bone groan under the unconscious, immense force, purple bruises rapidly surfacing. The intense pain nearly made her faint.

She struggled desperately, but Wang Fugui's strength was beyond imagination; that hand didn't budge an inch.

This intense pain actually made Chen Yun's mind incredibly clear.

It was the residual poison from that cup of poisoned wine breaking out again!

She figured everything out in an instant. This wasn't a normal fever at all; it was the remaining drug producing an even more terrifying reaction within his monster-like constitution!

"We have to let him vent this heat!" Chen Yun roared at the terrified Lin Xiaocao while enduring the pain. "Sweating alone isn't enough. There must... must be a more intense release! Otherwise, he'll literally burn his brain out!"

Lin Xiaocao was at her wit's end, crying as she asked, "How do we release it? How do we release it!"

Images of what she had done in the warehouse flashed through Chen Yun's mind, but she immediately dismissed them.

At this moment, Wang Fugui was an out-of-control beast; any tiny stimulus might make him go completely berserk.

Lin Xiaocao looked at the agonizing Wang Fugui, then thought about Chen Yun's words regarding a "more intense release." A flash of determination suddenly crossed her flushed little face.

She remembered the things Chen Yun had taught her in the darkness just now.

To save him!

She gritted her teeth, summoned the greatest courage of her life, and tremblingly reached out her cold little hand, clumsily probing toward Wang Fugui's abdominal muscles, which were taut from pain.

"Don't!"

Chen Yun's warning hadn't even finished.

The moment Lin Xiaocao's cold fingers touched that scalding skin.

"ROAR!!!"

Wang Fugui let out an even more violent roar. He suddenly lunged upward. Instead of soothing him, that faint external stimulus became the final spark that ignited the powder keg.

The frenzied heat within his body went completely out of control, making him even more pained and manic.

Lin Xiaocao was knocked straight to the floor by this movement, the back of her hand hitting the bedpost, the pain making her see stars.

It failed!

Chen Yun looked at Wang Fugui, who was rolling in agony with skin already turning a purplish-red, a look of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

"No! It's too stuffy here! We have to go somewhere with water!"

She made a decision.

"Get him to the bathroom! Douse him with cold water!"

Lin Xiaocao scrambled up from the ground, ignoring the pain. The two women locked eyes, both seeing the madness in the other's gaze.

"I'll take his arms!"

"I'll lift his legs!"

The two no longer hesitated. Using every ounce of their strength, one dragging Wang Fugui's arms and the other holding his pillar-like legs, they forcibly dragged the semi-conscious giant off the floor mat.

The process was nothing short of torture.

Wang Fugui was unimaginably heavy and continued to struggle unconsciously in his semi-delirium, nearly knocking the two of them over several times.

Combined, the two of them probably didn't weigh half as much as Wang Fugui.

Gritting their teeth and using all their strength, they took advantage of the gap after the security patrol had just passed to stealthily lug him toward the large public bathroom at the end of the floor.

"Bang."

The two of them together slammed open the dilapidated sheet-metal door of the bathroom.

A damp scent mixed with cheap soap and mold wafted toward them.

No longer able to support him, they dropped Wang Fugui onto the dirty tiled floor like a sack of grain.

"Splash~"

Chen Yun didn't hesitate for a second. She rushed to a row of showerheads and twisted one of the valves with all her might.

The cold tap water turned into a white water dragon, pouring down from above onto Wang Fugui's scalding body.

"Sizzle~~~"

A sharp, scalp-tingling sound echoed through the empty bathroom.

The moment Wang Fugui's crimson skin touched the cold water, wisps of white steam actually rose up. The entire scene was as eerie as a red-hot iron block being dropped into a quenching tank.

Both women were stunned by the sight.

Just then, because of the heavy impact earlier, the rusted latch on the door frame finally gave way and slipped down.

"Click."

A faint but fatal metallic click.

The door was jammed shut from the outside.

The two women inside the bathroom were completely unaware. All their attention was focused on Wang Fugui as he was doused with cold water.

The cold dousing seemed to have some effect; the intensity of Wang Fugui's twitching gradually lessened.

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao both breathed a sigh of relief.

But the relief was short-lived.

The bone-chilling water didn't extinguish the internal fire; instead, it acted like a heavy hammer, knocking him from chaotic pain into another more primitive, more terrifying abyss.

Wang Fugui, who had kept his eyes tightly shut, suddenly snapped them open without any warning.

Those were not the eyes of a human.

There was no honesty, no clarity, only a beast-like crimson scorched by desire and pain.

His movements were incredibly fast.

Almost the instant he opened his eyes, his massive frame sprang from the floor, dripping with water and radiating a scorching heat wave, as he lunged at the nearest figure.

Chen Yun didn't even have time to cry out.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, she was pinned against the cold, damp tiled wall by an irresistible force.

The impact of her back against the wall made her vision go dark, and the air was instantly knocked out of her lungs.