Taking down his enemy in a single move, Zhao Rui grabbed the man's neck and swiftly stuffed a pistachio into his mouth.
Then, with a sharp push, he clamped the man's jaw shut, forcing him to swallow.
"What did you give me?"
The masked man's eyes widened in terror. He wanted to claw the thing out of his throat, but his acupoints had been sealed, leaving him completely paralyzed.
"The Thousand Spider Soul Tempering Pill! It's my own secret recipe. You can write me a review of the experience later."
With that, Zhao Rui ignored him and continued to rush forward.
"What do you want to know? We're just doing a job for money," the masked man roared.
'You can't just feed someone poison without a reason, right?'
'What's the point of feeding it to me and then just taking off?'
'Is this just for torture?'
At his words, Zhao Rui stopped in his tracks, turned, and walked back.
"I can talk, but you have to give me the antidote and let me leave."
