Mu Feng did not believe a single word Zhang Boxuan had said previously. He knew what kind of person Zhang Boxuan was. Although Zhang Boxuan had previously appeared extremely humbled, that was only because Mu Feng had spared his life.
As for control, Mu Feng had never even considered manipulating the guy. Zhang Boxuan's weak willpower would likely not withstand even the slightest ripple.
The madness in Zhang Boxuan's eyes grew more apparent. "All of that was because of you, making me truly deceived, and it led to the complete ruin of my family's fortune."
"They told me that if I ingested something, it would suppress the poison in my body, and it would also prevent me from remembering those bothersome past events, nor would I remember you, the terrifying psychological shadow."
"I believed their words and learned from them to indulge in those things. But only now do I realize how unbearable the withdrawal symptoms are. I feel like countless insects are gnawing at my entire body."
"And now they've stopped providing me with that white powder. Do you know how much I'm suffering right now?"
"They told me that if I killed you, they would supply it to me endlessly. I have no other choice now but to strike at you."
"I'm sorry, die!"
After saying this, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The frenzy in his eyes became increasingly pronounced; at this moment, he looked completely insane.
Mu Feng knew that once a person touched certain substances, they were utterly ruined. Moreover, some things could not be controlled by oneself. The damage caused by such substances when they took hold was not merely psychological.
His gaze was filled with cold intensity as he raised his palm and caught the incoming bullet. A chilling glint appeared in his eyes.
"Although I did inject some poison into you before, those toxins will not manifest by now. Whatever psychological trauma you have is entirely self-inflicted."
"Sparing your life was already a tremendous grace. Not only are you ungrateful, but you've also turned against me. Since you're looking for death now, I'll grant it to you."
As his voice fell, the bullet he held in his hand was flicked away.
A whistling sound echoed through the air. Before Zhang Boxuan could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, let out an involuntary cry, and his knee buckled, forcing him to the ground.
The intense pain caused him to scream heart-wrenchingly, his hand clutching his knee as blood seeped between his fingers.
Yet, madness still flickered in his eyes, and he turned the weapon in his hand towards Mu Feng again.
"I don't believe you're truly an immortal!"
"Bang, bang..."
Loud shots reverberated through the underground garage. Mu Feng neither dodged nor flinched, merely waving his hands in rapid, blurring movements.
The incoming bullets were easily caught between his fingertips.
His face was now utterly cold, and a potent killing intent gleamed in his eyes. "I said, if you wish to die, I will oblige."
"Once you're gone, you won't suffer like this anymore. Those toxins will cause you no harm, but you've strayed onto the wrong path. And they are using this substance to control you. If I'm not mistaken, your liquid assets, including your businesses, have already fallen into their hands."
"And they are now using that money to put a bounty on those close to me."
"Perhaps they are doing this deliberately to provoke me. Since they dare not face me directly, they must know my strength. They are currently using you as a weapon."
"And you, foolishly, are unaware of your fate."
He continuously flicked bullets from his hand.
Lying on the ground, Zhang Boxuan felt a sharp pain shoot through all his joints, forcing him to cry out again. His eyes widened, the whites filling rapidly with bloodshot veins, and his gaze was filled with hatred.
Before, he had only feared Mu Feng and dared not provoke him. But after those people appeared, they had constantly incited him.
Hatred was gradually transferred to Mu Feng, and he was completely led astray by those people. Now, with the addiction raging, he was in a semi-delirious state, his appearance as hideous as a demon crawling from hell.
Mu Feng slowly walked over, a chilling smile appearing on his face. "Do you feel the current pain is unbearable?"
"I will let you experience what it truly means to wish for death over life."
"I will amplify your suffering a hundredfold."
Upon hearing this, the bloodshot veins in Zhang Boxuan's eyes intensified. His gaze was filled with terror; he finally remembered the fear Mu Feng had instilled in him.
"No..."
"I know I was wrong, please spare me. You've already beaten me to this state. Even if I survive, I'll be a complete cripple."
"Please let me live. Living like this is a painful torment for me."
"Painful torment is the best way for me to atone."
He desperately pleaded for his life.
Mu Feng showed no mercy to such a person. His gaze remained cold, and his movements were unhesitating as he projected spiritual energy, precisely striking Zhang Boxuan's pressure points.
Zhang Boxuan felt the pain within him intensify.
His pupils contracted violently. The pain was not true agony but an indescribable torment that left him gasping with his mouth open, yet unable to utter a sound.
"Please..."
"Grant me a swift end!"
He no longer wished to beg for mercy; he just wanted to die.
Mu Feng's lips curved into a slight arc. "If you want a swift end, you must tell me who is behind this. Consider it an opportunity I'm giving you."
"You are merely a pathetic pawn being used!"
"But to a pathetic pawn like you, I only have one thing to say: those who deserve pity also deserve hatred."
"If you had come to me when they first threatened you, perhaps you could have helped me expose those people. In that case, I would have cured the toxins in your body. But you chose the wrong path."
"A person like you, if they survive, will only become a problem again. I dislike problems; I only like to nip them in the bud."
Hearing this, Zhang Boxuan couldn't help but shudder. Combined with the intensifying pain, after only a few seconds of hesitation, he blurted out.