Sirius and Wen Yu emerged from the attic room in Lu Zhao's villa.
Wen Yu looked at Sirius and shook her head. "I'm afraid there isn't any other option."
Sirius snatched his hair. The veins on his hands were popping out.
"I'm completely to blame for this. I should not have let everyone aboard that ship for that sake of that woman. Lu Zhao would not have been poisoned if it hadn't been for me," Sirius hissed in frustration.
Wen Yu reached out to take Sirius' hands off his head.
Her expression was solemn. "None of that matters now. Have you gone looking for her?"
Sirius shook his head. "Her trail went cold. The poison master's daughter has not been found for a long time. Xiao Ting has been spending his entire time searching for her."
They did not even know if the poison master was alive.
These dangerous, powerful individuals had their means. How could they be located so easily?
