Staring at the slip of paper wedged between flesh and bone, Li Huowang's pupils widened in disbelief. If things had come to this, then Qing Wanglai must have shoved that slip into his own brain right from the start!
Which meant this bastard had accounted for everything—even Li Huowang blowing his brains out with a gun?
When he saw the mangled corpse lying in the puddle of blood on the ground, clutching his ever-more-agonizing belly, Li Huowang gritted his teeth and yanked the blood-soaked note out.
"If you're reading this note, it means I guessed right again. So? Haven't my recent successes proved that my way of thinking is correct?"
"Still, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter anymore. Once the arrow is loosed, there's no turning back—once my plan starts, it doesn't stop."
"And let me remind you, my own poison is slow-acting. What's in the test tube—they're fast-acting. I won't leave you even a day or two to figure out an antidote."
