Staring at the paper note amidst the blood and flesh, Li Huowang's pupils widened in disbelief. To reach such a state, Qing Wanglai must have stuffed this note into his brain from the very beginning!
In other words, this guy had calculated everything without a hitch, even predicting that I would shoot and blow his head off?!
Seeing the mutilated corpse drop into the pool of blood on the ground, Li Huowang gritted his teeth, covering his increasingly painful abdomen, and pulled the blood-stained note towards him in reluctance.
"If you're seeing this note, it means I've guessed right again, hasn't it? Aren't my consecutive correct guesses enough to prove that my theories are correct?"
"But, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, an arrow that's shot doesn't turn back; once my plan starts, it won't stop."
"Additionally, let me remind you, my body contains a chronic poison, but the one in the test tube is acute. I won't give you one or two days to find a way to detoxify."
