Suddenly, a look of pain crossed Zhou Yishui's face and he croaked, 'Xiao Qiang, when exactly did you poison me?'
Xiao Qiang fixed his gaze on Zhou Yishui, smiling faintly, 'You've finally felt it.'
Zhou Yishui had mistakenly thought that Xiao Qiang didn't fight him in the room to avoid harming innocent bystanders, a grave misjudgment.
Xiao Qiang, with his indomitable fortitude, does not take joy in killing. However, he is not over-cautious about taking lives. His actions were all waiting for the exquisite bone-decaying poison that he had spread in the room to come into effect.
As for those who think he's dead, he would avenge them. However, some were just unlucky, victims of the capricious hand of fate.
The moment he saw Zhou Yishui, he had already laid the exquisite bone-decaying poison.