Staring at the slip of paper wedged between flesh and bone, Li Huowang's eyes widened in disbelief. To have achieved this, Qing Wanglai must have shoved this slip of paper into his own brain right from the very beginning! Did that bastard really account for everything—even for me blowing his brains out with a gun?!
As the mangled corpse fell into the puddle of blood on the ground, Li Huowang clutched his ever-more-agonizing belly. He gritted his teeth and yanked the blood-soaked note free.
"If you're reading this note, it means I guessed right again. How about it? Haven't my recent successes proven that my way of thinking is correct?
"Still, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter anymore. Once an arrow is loosed from the bow, there is no turning back. Once my plan starts, it doesn't stop.
"Also, a reminder: the poison in my body is slow-acting. The one in the test tube, however, is acute. I wouldn't give you a day or two to find an antidote.
