"Manager!"
The head of security quickly shouted when he saw Huang Liang's pale face.
Huang Liang's body went limp and he collapsed on the chair.
"Manager, are you feeling unwell?" "They're all F * cking dead! Call 120!" The security Captain turned around and said.
"No need," Huang Liang said, struggling.
With more people around, Huang Liang was less afraid. He stared at the two goblets filled with black liquid, unable to say a word.
The security Captain looked at the wine glass, not understanding what it was.
However, he knew his position very well. Manager Huang kept staring at him, but she didn't say anything. He didn't ask for the time being.
Could it be that his eyes were really playing tricks on him, or was it an illusion? Huang Liang muttered in his heart.
"Look at those two cups. What color are the things inside?" Huang Liang asked.
"Manager Huang, black." The security Captain said honestly.
