"This is what is called an 'obstruction', do you understand?"
Before An Zhizhen could finish speaking, a scream erupted from the conference room. The bespectacled young man who had just raised a question suddenly leapt from his seat, then curled up like a cooked shrimp.
His eyeballs bulged outward, veined with blood, one hand clutching his chest, the other trembling as he reached forward, as if begging for mercy.
"I..."
He tore at his shirt, his face and ears reddened, his blood boiling like molten lava, his heart rate sped up to over five hundred beats per minute in an instant, his endocrine system operating unfettered like a derailed train, his body uncontrollably overworking.
The young man who had just been impassioned suddenly fell with a scream, the surrounding Curse Forbidden Masters watched in silence, struck dumb by the scene.
An Zhizhen, seated at the head, simply watched quietly as the other struggled on the ground, with no surprise, no expression.
