The waiter turned around and noticed his reaction.
Yuan Yang didn't linger long at the banquet, leaving in a hurry, and began preparing his escape plan overnight.
He knew what it meant to have a neurotoxin potion meant to kill an A-Class or above: it was an assassination event in the power maelstrom!
Qing Chen took the photo, which was a screenshot from a surveillance video at an upper-class banquet. The man in the picture was around thirty, handsome, but there was always a sickly feeling to his handsomeness.
He sifted through all the clues in his memory and suddenly felt that some things didn't add up.
However, he didn't stop him: "Go on."
