"Those bastards used sedatives to capture you. I failed to protect you, I deserve to die," Ghost Hand said with shame, giving himself a hard slap across the face, leaving five finger marks instantly. He looked at Yu Xin with concern and asked, "How do you feel? Are you okay?"
"A bit dizzy, no strength," Yu Xin quickly said, "This isn't your fault, don't hurt yourself."
Ghost Hand helped Yu Xin to sit comfortably on the sofa, glanced at Lan Xue, who understood and came over to support Yu Xin, softly comforting her. Ghost Hand stood up abruptly, exchanged a knowing look with Luo Zheng, who nodded in agreement. Ghost Hand smiled gratefully, with Luo Zheng's support he wasn't afraid of escalating the situation. If a man can't even protect his woman, what's the use? He coldly glanced around, picked up an ice bucket, and poured it over the young man's head.
"Ah—" The young man was awakened by the cold water, screaming in terror.
"Playing dead? No chance," Ghost Hand said coldly.
