"What do you mean by that?" Chen Feng's brows furrowed slightly.
"Hehe."
Ross chuckled and then slowly poured the champagne from his glass onto the ground. Upon contact with the floor, the liquid immediately showed a terrifyingly corrosive property, creating a hole in the marble almost instantly.
"This potent poison, I mixed it myself, it kills a person very quickly, in less than a minute."
"Even if you are a martial artist, it's useless."
Ross tapped the face of his wristwatch and said nonchalantly.
Chen Feng's complexion turned deathly pale as he spoke.
"Chen Feng!"
Lin Churan's pretty face changed, and she quickly came over to support him.
Seeing this, Wu Qingtian and the others couldn't pretend any longer, showing their schadenfreude smiles.
"I told you, one needs to use their brain in these matters, brute force alone is no solution against such martial artists," Wu Qingtian assumed a victorious posture and admonished his two daughters.
