How to Choose

The Innkeeper was calculating against Chen Ge, but Chen Ge was doing the same to him.

With three out of four people poisoned, the Innkeeper felt his side held the numerical advantage and could make a move; he did not know that among the people before him, ninety-nine percent of the combat power resided in Chen Ge alone.

The reason Chen Ge had not acted rashly after entering the restaurant was that he was wary of the Innkeeper's trump cards, such as a police-issued handgun or the Red-Clothed in the Refrigerator.

Now, both sides felt they held the initiative, so smiles appeared on all their faces.

The other party might have hidden the handgun. Ammunition is limited, so he likely won't use it unless it's a critical moment. Therefore, I must strike first; before he can react, I will directly cripple their hands so they can't pull the trigger.

Chen Ge's way of handling problems was simple: to prevent accidents, he often resolved them directly at the root.

"Give up the resistance. We mean no harm; we just want you to play a little game with us." The Innkeeper, believing he held the absolute initiative, wore a relaxed expression. "I believe you've already realized that the chairs are problematic. The toxin attached to them will gradually make you lose the ability to resist, and then you will die after enjoying extreme pain."

The Innkeeper took a transparent glass cup from his pocket, inside which blood threads were surging. "I only have one bottle of antidote here. Out of the four of you, only one can live."

"I haven't been poisoned, so your threat is useless to me." Chen Ge unzipped his backpack and reached inside.

"Soon you will be just like them. I advise you not to do anything meaningless,