Moments later, Leng Boceng's heart was completely consumed by fury.
And the last shred of his rationality was shattered by the glance Song Jingyue secretly cast toward Xue An.
Since you've forsaken all decency, don't blame me for being ruthless!
With that thought, Leng Boceng discreetly pulled out a small black vial from his pocket, hiding it in his palm, waiting for a chance to pour its contents into Song Jingyue's wine glass.
Xue An, who had been sipping his drink alone, suddenly revealed a flash of cold light in his eyes, but before he could act—
The beaded curtain of the private room was abruptly lifted, and two Ghost Race members stumbled out, laughing loudly as they made their way outside with unsteady steps.
Out of instinctive fear toward the Ghost Race, Leng Boceng's movements froze.
As luck would have it, the two Ghost Race members were clearly drunk out of their minds. As they staggered past Leng Boceng, one of them veered unexpectedly and collided directly with him.
