The supposedly lost prescription had its ingredients and proportions identified in a single taste by Ye Weiming.
Yet he was not proud of it!
After all, many things that were "supposedly" such did not bear taking too seriously. If this prescription had truly been lost, then how could the poison in the bodies of those four scum before him be explained?
Therefore, someone definitely still possessed this supposedly lost prescription. It was merely limited to one or a few people. Since the public did not know about it, they naturally assumed it had been lost.
Shaking his head, Ye Weiming stopped dwelling on the prescription. He turned and walked toward the waiter whom he had previously immobilized with an acupoint strike, who was looking at him in terror.
Earlier, because he did not want the waiter shouting and disrupting his handling of those scum, Ye Weiming had sealed his mute acupoint as well when he struck his acupoints to stop the poison from spreading.
Now that he needed the man's cooperation to detoxify him, Ye Weiming casually flicked out a finger wind and unsealed his mute acupoint first.
Unexpectedly, the instant the waiter regained his voice, he immediately cried out in terror, "Sir Officer, please have mercy! Don't kill me, and don't drink my blood! Please..."
Hearing the waiter's plea, Ye Weiming felt utterly sickened.
So, the scene of him examining the poison in the Four Evildoers through their blood had made the waiter think he had some vile hobby of killing people and drinking their blood.
What a mess...
Shaking his head, Ye Weiming could only explain helplessly, "Don't be afraid. Those four men had already been poisoned with a special and deadly toxin before they came here. Once their acupoints were struck, they would die. I originally intended