Chapter 1200: Poison Making

Mo Tingshen slammed the car door shut in the back and sat in the passenger seat.

It took an hour to drive to the Southern Suburbs, and after turning onto the side road, there was a long stretch that was so bumpy that it nearly shook Bo Yanching to pieces.

He stopped smoking, and the wound ached slightly, with some parts growing new flesh, itching terribly.

The factory was in an open wasteland, surrounded by a few abandoned villages.

All the villagers had been relocated to the city after the houses were pulled down.

Several real estate companies were competing for this area, and no development plans had been decided yet, so it remained idle and increasingly desolate.

If Mo Tingshen hadn’t familiarized himself with the route in advance, he would never have imagined that the entrance to the basement was under a manhole cover beneath a wall of the factory.

Through a narrow passageway that allowed only one person to pass at a time, the further they went, the more the view opened up.

There was a faint medicinal smell in the air.

Mo Tingshen waved his hand in front of his nose.

“I’ve had the police send all the drugs to research institutions.

The formulas they developed have also been provided to the police.

Barring any surprises, we’ll have results this afternoon.”

While speaking, he turned his head to look at Bo Yanching.

“How did you know this group was making poison?”

Bo Yanching chuckled softly.

“My mother was killed by these people.”

Mo Tingshen fell silent, rubbing his nose.

The basement was cleared out, with no one in sight, only a few scattered remnants of medicinal herbs.

In the innermost laboratory, the walls were made of windows.

Due to the special material, you couldn’t see in from the outside, but from the inside, everything from all directions was visible.

A man in his forties was tied to a large chair.

He was wearing a white lab coat, with black-framed glasses perched on his nose.

He seemed to have struggled violently, as the lenses were fogged up and some were shattered.

Upon hearing the door push open, he didn’t turn around and snorted coldly, putting on an act.

“No matter how long you keep me, I won’t say anything.”

“Doctor Hao.” Bo Yanching said abruptly.

The man froze for a moment, then suddenly looked up, glancing toward the door.

Since he was facing sideways to the door, he used all his strength, barely touching the ground with the tip of his toes, laboriously shifting to face the entrance.

When he clearly saw who was in front of him, his face turned instantly pale.

“You, how is it you?”

Bo Yanching’s dark eyes narrowed dangerously.

The man looked like he had seen a ghost.

“How could you possibly still be alive?”

Bo Yanching walked forward, leaning on a single crutch, the sound of his leather shoes on the ground like a heavy hammer.

The closer he got, the more terrified the man became.

Yet, being tied firmly, there was nowhere to hide.

In his struggle, the big chair toppled to the ground, and he lay there awkwardly on his side, his eyes rolling, the whites riddled with bloodshots.

Han Che found a chair, placed it behind Bo Yanching, and helped him sit down.

Bo Yanching handed the crutch to Han Che, waiting unhurriedly while the man on the ground shouted for a while.

He didn’t quite catch what was said and didn’t care to listen.

“The poison you used on me back then—I’ve cured it.”

“How could you cure it?”

Suddenly the man burst out, his angry roar pulling the veins on his neck tight.

“I used no less than five deadly poisons.

After a year of ingestion, the toxins seep into the organs bit by bit.

Even an Immortal can’t save you.

Your mother died from this poison, how could you possibly cure it?”

“So it was you!”

Bo Yanching kicked the man’s chin, then used his toe to turn his face back, grinding it underfoot.

“You’ve hidden in such a place, it’s taken me years to find you.

Who bribed you to poison me back then?!”