Walter Roberts's face turned red, struggling desperately to pull his hand out.
However, he found that my palm was like an iron clamp, and he couldn't budge!
Seeing Walter's increasingly ugly face, I asked with feigned concern, "Mr. Roberts, what's wrong with you? Why does your face look so awful? Are you not feeling well?"
Upon hearing this, Walter was so angry that he almost spat blood!
"You don't want to speak? Mr. Roberts, I happen to know some medical techniques. Would you like me to take a look?", I said with a half-smile.
"You... let go!" Walter said angrily.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier." I pretended to be enlightened and immediately released his hand.
Walter's body suddenly fell backward, and he ended up sitting on the ground with a plop.
"Mr. Roberts, what's the matter? Are you okay?" I pretended to be concerned and hurriedly went to help him up.
Walter pushed my hand away and said coldly, "You dare to play me."
