As the stripper darted out, barely dressed, the club manager began untying Shang Zexi, who now looked both furious and terrified, like a man waking up in a nightmare.
The ropes dropped.
Shang Zexi scrambled off the bed, panic gripping him. "Who the hell are you?!" he demanded, breathing heavily, backing away.
Wil didn't flinch. He stepped forward calmly. "You don't know me," Wil said, voice even. "But I know you. Handyman."
The username hit Zexi like a bullet. His eyes widened in fear and panic. "You…" His instincts took over, and he jumped down from the bed and bolted toward the exit, still in nothing but his underwear.
However, He couldn't leave the room.
Before he even made a third step away from the bed, Wil's body twisted, and with a snap of his wrist, he slammed his palm into Zexi's chest at a blurring speed.
WHAM.
Zexi's body lifted off the ground, crashed into the wall, cracking the drywall, before he crumbled to the floor like a ragdoll, choking on breath.
Ack…"
