Chapter 1201: Threat

“Third…”

Han Che noticed something was off with Bo Yanching’s mood and tried to approach, but was stopped by Mo Tingshen.

Bo Yanching’s complexion was not good at all, with the corners of his eyes even twitching.

A closer look revealed that his entire face and features were tensed, and the veins in the small section of his ankle exposed below his pant leg were visible.

He lost control.

The man at his feet trembled with fear, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps knowing he was at the end of his road, he laughed with a wild abandon.

“I’m just doing business for money, poison is the same for anyone.

Over the years, many have died by my hand.

Who do you think you are?

Employers are plenty, which one are you asking about?”

Bo Yanching sneered, “The Bo Family from Capital City.”

A quick panic crossed the man’s face, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.

I told you, I have too many employers, I can’t remember.”

Bo Yanching kicked his face upwards, aligning with his intense, oppressive gaze.

“Then take your time remembering, one by one.”

“I’m not that stupid.

If I really tell you, can I still survive!”

The man looked at Bo Yanching with slanted eyes, provoking him, “Why don’t you just take good care of me, maybe I’ll remember after being well fed and served.”

This person was sly and smart, quite capable as well—mastering herbs and crafting numerous poisons, possessing a strange temperament, revealing through a few words his greed.

Roles like this often work for the wealthy and powerful.

He believed he held secrets in his hands and knew how to use them to stay alive.

But he faced Bo Yanching.

Bo Yanching never succumbed to such threats.

Back in those days of bullets and gunfire, he had captured enemy prisoners, knowing they either kept silent until death or broke quickly, he understood their mindset too well.

Yet he lacked the patience.

“Han Che.”

With a flick of Bo Yanching’s hand, Han Che placed a dagger in his palm.

The intense white light above reflected on the blade, casting bright beams across his line of sight.

The man was struck speechless in terror, especially as the tip approached, scrambling frantically, attempting to maneuver the office chair away.

“What are you doing?

If you kill me, you’ll lose all your leads.

Think carefully!”

“Ha.”

Bo Yanching chuckled coldly, the knife rising and falling, slicing the man’s vocal cords.

Doctor Hao looked shocked, disbelief etched across his face, already unable to speak.

Bo Yanching stood up, and Han Che immediately handed over a cane.

“Third Master, he’s a notorious poison lunatic.

His backing is quite intricate, how do you intend to deal with him?”

Bo Yanching raised his brows, “Destroy his hands, leave him breathing, hand him over to the police.”

Mo Tingshen glanced at him in surprise, “Turning over a new leaf is different; you’re not killing anymore.

In the past, someone like him wouldn’t survive in your hands.”

Bo Yanching remained unperturbed, “I’m old, need to gain some virtue, and he’s not worth my effort.”

Mo Tingshen scoffed lightly.

Ten minutes later.

The factory exploded, flames soared to the sky.

Police arrived quickly on the scene, containing the blaze, as firefighters carried out a man with charred hands from the basement.

His face was twisted, a horrifying wound slashed across his neck.

The police soon confirmed his identity.

A long-sought fugitive on the wanted list, once a renowned medical professor before greed tainted him, sadly never applying his skills righteously, spending half a lifetime concocting poisons for affluent and powerful clientele globally.

The cases he committed over these years, along with the explosion, would require thorough investigation.