Liu Chen's attention was all on Qin Lu; he didn't have time to look back.
He only saw Fang Yuan standing at the door, with both hands holding a flute, his cheeks puffed up roundly. With a strong puff, a silver needle pierced Liu Chen's back, prompting a soft yelp from him.
"The only remaining SSS assassin, unmatched by anyone. Yet, it turns out this woman behind him is his most fatal weakness!" Fang Yuan looked up, mockingly laughing at Liu Chen with an incredibly self-satisfied expression, "Just a heads-up, the silver needle was previously dipped in a paralytic poison. Ordinary people would fall instantly upon being pricked. It seems you really are exceptional. Now, enjoy it, hahaha!"
Mad laughter faded away into the distance as Liu Chen clutched his chest, sweating profusely. He intended to chase after Fang Yuan, but suddenly he couldn't muster any strength, likely because the poison was slowly taking effect.
