Chapter 281: How Does It Feel to Be Played?

The Black-clad Man swept an arm through the air. "Do it." Five poisonous bug moved at once, lunging straight for Terry Yale. Terry Yale didn't dare slack off. He had just started to dodge when a spike of agony speared through his skull. His body locked up for a heartbeat. Pain blossomed in his lower abdomen. He glanced down and saw a black scorpion's stinger buried in his gut. At the same time, sharp, tearing pain flared in both arms. He turned his head. A blue gecko had clamped onto his left...