"You have already been exposed, and the higher-ups are extremely dissatisfied with your performance,"
Han Xiuran spoke seriously, "Tell me, which mission have you actually succeeded in?"
"If you had successfully completed your missions, things would not have escalated to this point."
"Only with dead people, can this matter come to rest."
Upon hearing these words, the trio of Ye Wujie looked like dead ash.
Han Xiuran gave them a nonchalant glance, "And your families have already acquiesced to this matter!"
These words turned several faces deathly pale.
"Come on, stop dawdling, or the people from Dragon Hall will be here soon."
"If you die, it will be better for everyone."
As Han Xiuran finished speaking, the subordinate he had brought with him opened the box they had just mentioned, revealing precisely three pills—not one more, not one less.
Poison Condensing Pills?
