Threats had to be dealt with!

With that, he boldly approached Eugene.

Eugene was now inside the tent, so as long as Eugene was still sitting there, it was impossible for poisoned water to drip down.

Even if he died, he wanted to die full.

"Can I eat now?" the man asked.

Eugene made a gesture inviting him, "There's no chair, just squat and eat."

The man didn't mind and quickly grabbed a pair of disposablechopsticks to start eating.

He picked up a piece of lamb, dipped it in sauce, and when he put it into his mouth, his brows relaxed, and tears almost welled up.

He thought he would never have hotpot with lamb again in his life.

Seeing him eat eagerly, others couldn't sit still.

Someone took the lead, so what were the rest waiting for?

"Sorry, Devon boss!"

"Sorry, Devon boss."

Everyone greeted Devon first, then cursed at Eugene, then bowed to Eugene, and hurriedly came over to eat around the fire.

It was so blissful!

On such a cold day, eating hotpot around a fire, a mouthful of warm food, it was heartwarming.

Comfortable!

It could even be said to be happiness.

If Eugene were to recruit them now, everyone would not only nod immediately, but at least nine out of ten would agree. The remaining one might hesitate for three minutes but would still agree.

Now what's most important?

Of course, it's the food.

Is it a warm hotpot with both meat and vegetables?

Who wouldn't love that?

Unfortunately, Eugene had no such intention.

To be honest, Devon was also extremely hungry, but he knew that even if he begged, Eugene wouldn't agree. So he held onto his last bit of dignity and didn't speak.

"Daddy, I'm hungry!" At this moment, a child's voice rang out.

It was too cold outside, and the child woke up from being frozen.

Devon gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go back and eat instant noodles!"

"No, I want meat! I want hotpot!" The child pointed to the fire, and being carried by Devon, he could clearly see the steaming pot with people around it, eating.

"What are you looking at!" Devon scolded, feeling betrayed by those people. Would his son do the same?

"No, I want to eat! I want to eat!" The child immediately started crying, clearly a spoiled child.

Devon was frustrated and couldn't help but spank his son several times, causing the child to cry even harder.

"Are you crazy? He's so young and hasn't had a proper meal for days. Isn't it normal for him to be hungry?" Delia quickly took the child away, glaring at Devon.

In fact, Devon regretted hitting his son as soon as he did it. He waved his hand, signaling Delia to take the child away, and was about to speak when suddenly the first person who approached Eugene fell to the ground, clutching his throat, his face turning pale.

What's going on!

Everyone was shocked and looked at the fallen man.

The man held his throat and began to vomit, everything he had eaten just now came out.

"Uh!" Another person fell and started vomiting too.

It was as if a switch had been flipped; everyone around here fell to the ground and began violently vomiting.

So, the answer was clear.

Eugene!

Devon was both angry and shocked, thinking that letting these greedy people eat had led to this. It was definitely food poisoning!

Was what Eugene gave them poisoned?

Now they reap what they sow.

But he was puzzled. Eugene had eaten with these people, and he was the first one to eat. How come he wasn't affected?

"Did you poison them?" he asked loudly.

By now, the others had fallen into a state of unconsciousness.

Eugene chuckled, "It's not exactly poison. I just gave them some apple seeds."

Devon was initially stunned, but then it clicked, "Cyanide poisoning!"

Eugene looked surprised and then smiled, "You catch on quickly. Ever thought of poisoning your own wife?"

"How did you manage to get so many apples?" Devon couldn't fathom it.

Apple seeds contain cyanide, but to reach a lethal dose for a person, how much would you need? Several pounds? Over a hundred pounds?

When did he manage to gather over a hundred pounds of apples?

Eugene smirked, "Bought them a while ago. I'm a law-abiding citizen, never resorted to robbery."

Was he indirectly admitting he had occupied a mansion?

Devon naturally couldn't help but blush, but he asked, "Then why aren't you affected?"

Eugene glanced at the people on the ground. Cyanide is highly toxic; these people were gradually losing consciousness. He smiled, "Guess what, I ground the apple seeds into powder and sprinkled them into their seasoning."

To ensure they would use the seasoning, he hadn't added any salt to the hotpot. So, after tasting the bland food, they would naturally reach for the seasoning.

Devon suddenly understood, "You're devious! But your patience is impressive. You took the time to peel apples and extract seeds. Why not just use poisoned hailstones?"

Eugene shook his head, "Even with strong seasoning, the smell of poisoned water can't be masked. Apple seeds, however, their smell can be easily hidden."

Admittedly, he had too much free time on his hands.

What else could he do?

Apart from binge-watching shows, playing poker, and working out daily, he needed other hobbies.

So, he had even come up with this patient way of poisoning using apple seeds.

Devon stared at Eugene blankly, finding it hard to fathom Eugene's mindset during the planning phase.

You're too idle.

Or perhaps, you have too many resources.

You managed to peel over a hundred pounds of apples?

Did you know even one fresh apple could get a woman to spend a night with you?

Of course, he wouldn't know. Eugene wasted nothing. Apples he peeled were stored in another space and wouldn't spoil. He could eat them later.

By now, everyone who had eaten the hotpot had died.

Cyanide was too potent.

Eugene smiled faintly and walked towards Devon.

Devon felt a chill all over.

Did Eugene display any exceptional combat skills?

None at all.

Initially, he used a water gun, effortlessly dealing with his four highly skilled bodyguards. Then he used the hotpot as bait, tricking his subordinates into poisoning themselves. A brilliant plan to kill many with one move.

Throughout, Eugene only made a move when he snatched Delia. Otherwise, it was all clever tactics. Moreover, the "weapons" he used were utterly ordinary.

Poisoned hailstones, apples!

Such ordinary things.

Devon considered himself smart, but he was utterly defeated in this confrontation.

Seeing Eugene advancing step by step, Devon lost all his fighting spirit.

If so many couldn't defeat Eugene earlier, now it was just him?

Oh, there was also Delia and his son, but were they not a liability?

His four prized bodyguards lay on the ground, their fate unknown — lying in such a cold environment, they were as good as dead. How could he fight against Eugene, the mastermind?

After glancing at his son, he turned around and ran.

He was incredibly fast!

Furthermore, he turned off his flashlight. With this, finding him in the pitch-black garage was almost an impossible task.

Almost, but not entirely.

Eugene grinned, and the door to another dimension opened. Bullets rained down like a storm.

"Ah—," a brief, pained cry echoed, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling. Then, silence.

Eugene essentially used a machine gun for the sweep, no need for precise aim. With so many bullets, even if just one hit, in such freezing conditions, it meant death.

Devon was done for!

big mouth man, he posed no real threat, so Eugene could have let him live, deciding when to end him later. But Devon was different; even with his four bodyguards gone, he could still cause trouble.

Threats had to be dealt with!