C16 Flowers Wilted

Lu Yu swiftly secured Su Daqiang to the chair, lamenting softly to himself, "Such fine herring in those cans, all going to waste..."

As it happened, the mysterious substance smeared on Su Daqiang's face wasn't some formidable biochemical weapon but the juice from two cans of herring that Lu Yu had opened. The plan was Xiaoran's brainchild since Lu Yu lacked the brawn of a muscle-bound fighter