The wild boar was poisoned, and Qin Tian was fuming. Unexpectedly, Zhao Baijing, the culprit, stood up with a majestic air, instantly enraging Qin Tian to the extreme!
"Zhao Baijing, you're in my hands now. If you know what's good for you, hand over the antidote yourself, and I'll give you a quick end. Otherwise, I'll make you wish for death!"
Qin Tian walked up to Zhao Baijing and said.
Zhao Baijing seemed to have anticipated Qin Tian's threat. This old guy showed no fear but instead smiled smugly: "Do you think by intimidating me like this, I'll hand over the antidote? Humph, if I hand it over, I am dead for sure. If I don't, I might still have a sliver of hope, right?"
Zhao Baijing looked at Qin Tian with a mischievous grin: "At worst, I and your brother here will die together when the time comes. It doesn't matter, since death is inevitable, I might as well take someone down with me, isn't that great?"
"You!"
