Chapter 217

"What should I do now?"

The question that's been running through Adrian's mind for the past ten minutes. Adrian's body suddenly felt hot and pain spread throughout his body, as if he had become a puppet for his ancestors. The pain was quite different this time, perhaps ten times more painful than usual.

"Argh!" shrieked Adrian, clutching his elbow, which was about to fall out. Cold sweat began to trickle down the face of the hundred-year-old man. Adrian attempted to move his body out of the car, but every joint he moved felt sore, sore, sore.

Adrian's tears flowed as he realized he couldn't bear all of this pain for the first time. Adrian felt defeated and exhausted, but he didn't want any of this to prevent him from getting out of his car. Baswara couldn't even reach for his cellphone, which was in his pocket.

“WHICH ACTION SHOULD I TAKE? I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!"

Adrian let out his rage and screamed loudly, his jugular vein nearly severed from the