After the carriage had sped away, the man in black mercilessly threw Li Fuyou out of the carriage.
Li Fuyou, lying on the ground, propped himself up. His face was as cold as ice, his eyes full of rage. He couldn't believe that he, Li Fuyou, would also be tricked by someone.
Even though he was foolish, he knew what the powdery substance he had been forced to ingest was.
He strode forward, too preoccupied to look for his attendants. He needed to hurry home to his maid to get an antidote. He found the women of the brothel repulsive and disdainful to visit such a place.
But after only a few steps, he felt an unbearable heat spreading through his body as the drug took effect, quickly spreading throughout.
It felt as if countless ants were crawling inside him, making it unbearable.
He gasped for air, his consciousness growing more and more blurred.
In this state, he staggered down the street.
