"Looking for me?" Lee Austin instinctively pressed a hand to his lower back, rose from his seat, and pulled away while looking at the man who had spoken.
He was a young man with dazzling blond hair and sapphire-blue eyes—handsome, elegant, and cold. Standing in the filthy, chaotic bar, he was like a pristine white rose blooming from a muddy swamp.
How had such a dazzling man entered the bar without anyone noticing?
Lee Austin stared at the young man in snow-white clothes, his pupils taking on a granite-like pallor as he demanded in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"
As an experienced Deadly Poison Master, he instinctively sensed danger. His question was meant to buy time—just two seconds. In two seconds, his petrification skill would activate.
Whether this man in the white suit was friend or foe, controlling him first couldn't be wrong.
"Having seen you, I can confirm that you're Austin." The blond man gave a slight nod, then picked up a glass from the bar and casually threw it. A bang came from the ceiling as the surveillance camera was smashed.
Then, he raised a hand and gripped Lee Austin by the throat. With a crack, Lee Austin's neck snapped crookedly.
At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing, disguised as the handsome blond man, raised his left hand and flicked Lee Austin in the chest.
"Pfft!"
The force pierced through his chest. A jet of blood sprayed from his back, splattering the nearby drinkers.
Lee Austin's thick lips trembled, and the pale color in his pupils faded. A Level 3 Deadly Poison Master had died just like that, without even having time to leave any last words.
The bartender behind the counter continued polishing a glass, turning a blind eye to the scene.
The drinkers splattered with blood