They Won't Be Frozen For Long

"Hehe…" Lin Qiao glanced at his hand with a smile.

Right at that moment, Hu Zhiyong immediately sensed a heart-piercing pain from that hand that he touched Lin Qiao with just now.

"Ouch… You… You!" His expression changed suddenly. Then, he covered that hand with the other and glared at Lin Qiao with disbelief. Clearly, he didn't believe that she would really poison him.

"I suggest you chop off this hand as soon as possible or you might die soon," Lin Qiao sat down and put one elbow on the table, tilting her head and resting her chin on a palm. She erased the smile on her face and said to Hu Zhiyong in a cold tone.

The others didn't see that coming either. They looked at Lin Qiao with confusion and surprise, as they didn't believe that she had the courage to poison a level-seven man at such an occasion, in front of so many base leaders.