Ten children writhed on the ground, bodies twisted in agony.
Hands clutched their throats as they gasped for air, desperate for relief.
Their faces were as red as tomatoes, steam seemingly rising from their heads like boiling kettles.
The Training Ground had been reserved just for them—no outsiders allowed. But Filly and Gail were no outsiders. They stood silently at the edge, wide-eyed, watching the chaos unfold before them.
"This… isn't this too cruel?" Filly asked, her voice trembling, breath heavy as she took in the scene.
Gail frowned but said nothing.
Cruel? Not to her. She had seen far worse as a personal bodyguard—and assassin—for the Kleinford Family. This didn't even qualify as suffering in her book.
They weren't poisoned. No internal damage, no Qi disorder. They had simply eaten something.
And now, they were paying the price.
"They're just reacting to the taste," Gail said quietly.
Filly blinked. "Did you see what he gave them?"
"Yes," Gail replied. "Chili."
