C42 A Fake Whistle

Zhang Heng gazed at Boss Cui, noting his pallid complexion and the way his eyes darted over Zhang Heng's body, as if piecing together his thoughts. Breaking the silence, Zhang Heng spoke up, "Are you wondering why, despite hearing the sound of me being struck by poison bee darts, you find me unscathed?"

He glanced at Boss Cui and continued, "I can explain that