"Stop! Stop!" Lu Xin begged loudly in pain, feeling like he could lose control of his bladder and bowels at any moment.
Soros snapped his fingers, and the pain in Lu Xin's body suddenly dissipated.
"What on earth did you do to me?" After taking deep breaths for a few minutes, Lu Xin looked at Soros.
"Now, shouldn't you take a look at your gunshot wound?" Soros said with a smile.
Lu Xin was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled his clothes apart; although the bloodstains were still there, the bullet hole in his chest had disappeared.
Lu Xin was not feeling well at all. Just a moment ago, his body was clearly penetrated, so why is there nothing now? This is impossible.
The feeling of being fatally hit by a bullet, there was no mistaking it.
