"Not really." Smiling at her, Mu Lin admitted, "I was just asking, really so simple?"
It seemed like nothing much.
Perhaps.
The woman felt a shiver run down her spine at Mu Lin's soft laugh.
Like animals, humans could also perceive dangers in advance.
"What... what did you give me?" The woman wanted to speak, but suddenly, something bitter appeared in her mouth. When she tried to spit it out, she found it had already disappeared.
Mu Lin smiled at the woman, his smile so... Demure and cold, "Nothing much, just one poison pill." The casual tone, as if he was saying something as simple as 'I'm going out, I'm going to eat', scared the woman into trying to gouge her throat to vomit up the unknown substance.
Yang Yuebin's group silently watched from the sidelines, sighing inwardly.
Such a waste, to lose a good pill.
Yang Yuebin recognized that any ordinary pill made by Mu Lin was worth a lot.