He wanted to lift his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. Suddenly, he realized in terror that neither of his hands could move. He could not even lift them!

"What did you do to me? You bastard! Why can't my hands move?"

He Lizhi cried with a frightened expression. As a painter, he knew how important his two hands were to him. Without them, he would be no different than a beggar.

"I don't know. Everyone's watching. I didn't do anything to ...