It was only after three porcelain bottles of poison had been poured down his throat that Lin Caisang signaled to stop.
"Ugh!"
At this moment, the man's mouth was bitterly overwhelmed with the taste of poison.
And he had only one sensation, which was that he was certainly going to die!
With so much gut-wrenching poison forced down his throat, how could he possibly live? These people were truly ruthless!
"You... you are too cruel."
Trembling, he looked at Lin Caisang who sat calmly before him and Sui Zimo, whose entire being emitted a chilling air as if he was about to be dismembered.
Who on earth were these people, and why were they looking for a slave?
He remembered that slave, sold over from Lotus Commandery; it was because the steward had taken a liking to that slave that he had been rewarded with a month's net profit from Wanling Agency.
He could forget everything else, but this he could never forget.
