Jin Enhui paused before continuing, "Another foolish thing about you is that you were foolish to touch me. The perfume on me is a type of chronic poison. It is harmless to ordinary people. However, for a martial artist, it is extremely toxic. But it only activates slowly when you are close to me and breathe it in for more than a minute. You should be feeling weak and limp by now."
"Thud!"
No sooner had Jin Enhui finished speaking than Iga Jasheng collapsed onto the floor.
Jin Enhui glanced at Iga Jasheng, then stepped over his body. At that moment, the suffering Iga Jasheng did not even have the strength to appreciate the view under Jin Enhui's skirt.
"Give him the antidote after ten minutes," Jin Enhui told a servant beside her, then she went upstairs alone.
"Yes!"
The servant assented, then dutifully set his timer, silently counting down.
After going upstairs, Jin Enhui also picked up the phone and directly called Chu Feng.
