April, the poppies bloomed in New Moon Town, carrying the scent of crime on the wind.
Li Wenbing pushed the door open, "Lord Xiao."
Inside was an indoor hot spring.
A robust middle-aged man stood up from the spring, turning around with graying temples, around fifty, and with his left half-face full of uneven scars. A female attendant approached, draping a towel over him.
This man was the King of Poison in New Moon Town, Pang Xiao.
Li Wenbing stepped forward, "The negotiators sent to Pullman have returned."
Pang Xiao sat down, the female attendant knelt on the ground, tying his belt. He picked up a teacup, his face fierce without being angry, "Did Su Qinghou respond?"
"He did."
He sipped his tea, "What did he say?"
