「Half an hour ago, at the Tianhai Martial Alliance.」
After Xu Ke snatched his cell phone and left, Lin Zhongtian got up and dragged Peng Hetong into the back room. He then had Peng Hetong's men clean up the chaotic scene. Although Peng Hetong's men found the situation strange, none dared to ask any questions.
As for Lin Zhongtian, he returned to his temporary office, his face contorted with pain.
In the bathroom of his office, Lin Zhongtian stared at his arm in horror. He discovered that the vein Xu Ke had pierced with a poisoned needle had begun to fester. The wound was turning a bruised purple, and it emitted a faint, foul stench.
The True Qi in his body was completely useless against the invading toxin. Pain flared up all over his body as if he'd been set on fire, spreading everywhere.
Pain. Intense pain. Lin Zhongtian's face twisted in an instant.
What kind of poison is this? It's enough to drive me insane on the spot.
