"Little brother, I should be the one asking you this. Sneaking into Yangxin Pavilion in the dead of night and poisoning the drinking water in the kitchen—what exactly are you trying to do?"
The counter question left Ling Chen speechless, unsure of how to respond.
Since he had been caught red-handed, there was no use in trying to escape. With this thought, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and decided to make a move, leaping towards the elderly man. As he drew near, Ling Chen clenched his steel fist, ready to strike.
However, just as their bodies were about to collide, Ling Chen suddenly changed his tactic. His fist abruptly opened, scattering a handful of white powder straight towards the old man's face. At such a close distance, there was no way the old man could evade it.
