Han Ling sneered sinisterly, "In that case, you can just wait to perish like a withered flower!"
A withered flower? Ha, who knows who will truly perish in the end!
Lin Shuang clenched the small porcelain bottle in her hand tightly. When the thugs rushed forward, she flicked her small hand and tossed it into the midst of the group.
There was a loud crash as the porcelain bottle shattered on impact.
The thugs all stopped in their tracks, instinctively covering their mouths and noses.
Even Han Ling, hiding at the back, covered his nose, afraid of coming into contact with even a trace of the poisonous stuff.
To everyone's disappointment, after the bottle shattered, nothing emerged. Even if it were knockout smoke, there should have been some color, but this...
