Chapter 814: Are You Crazy?

Faced with her dissatisfaction, the man remained unmoved, grabbing a rope to tie her hands behind her back, then binding her to the chair!

"I’m angry!" Summer Shawcross gritted her teeth, somewhat angrily exclaimed!

Noah Drexler didn’t even glance up, merely continuing to tie the rope with a blank expression, completing the entire process by himself.

Soon, the rope was tightly secured, and Noah Drexler raised his hand to tug at it, ensuring the right tension — not too painful for her nor easy for her to break free. Only then did he display a satisfied expression and released his grip.

"Noah Drexler!" Summer Shawcross gritted her teeth, angrily cursing him!

Compared to her frenzy, Noah Drexler remained incredibly calm at that moment.

He lowered his eyes, staring at her angry little face for a moment, before parting his thin lips to say softly to her.

"Just sit here, I promise nothing will happen."

As he finished speaking, he leaned down in front of her, lowered his head, and kissed her lips briefly.

Summer Shawcross, fuming, wanted to bite him, but the man reacted faster. Before she could open her teeth, he had already pulled away from her lips, then turned to look at the blond doctor who had prepared the medication for injection.

"Mr. Drexler, are you sure?" The doctor questioned as he approached Noah Drexler with the syringe.

Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips together, did not speak, but raised his hand and offered his arm to the doctor.

Seeing this, the doctor understood, nodded, then used an alcohol-soaked cotton swab to rub it on his arm before plunging the syringe into his skin!

Summer Shawcross sat on the chair, although extremely anxious, was unable to do anything, her face turning pale with anger.

Once the drug was administered, Noah Drexler glanced at the brown-haired foreign man beside him and suddenly stretched out his hand, opening his palm.

The brown-haired man nodded and took out a scalpel.

"What are you going to do!" Summer Shawcross, sitting in the chair, saw this scene, her expression changed dramatically, her face full of horror as she watched them.

What else did they intend to do?

The brown-haired man did not speak, simply handed the scalpel to Noah Drexler.

After taking the scalpel, Noah Drexler opened the palm of his other hand, then... aimed the blade at his palm and slashed it down.

Summer Shawcross’s eyes widened, unable to believe what she saw as she looked at Noah Drexler.

"Are you crazy?!" He went so far as to cut himself with a knife. Is this man insane? Doesn’t he have enough injuries?

Throughout the process, he only frowned slightly.

The wound wasn’t too shallow; as soon as it was cut open, blood seeped out, dripping down his palm drop by drop...

Watching his hand bleed, Summer Shawcross’s expression grew more tense, her eyes becoming red instantly.

Yet Noah Drexler’s face remained calm, staring at his bleeding hand, feeling the drug starting to react slowly inside his body.

From the initial burning pain when the palm was cut to now, that pain was slowly diminishing...

"Mr. Drexler, is it starting to work?" the blond doctor asked while looking at the time on his watch.

Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips, nodding lightly.

He could feel the drug was starting to ease the pain in his hand.