Gunshots

Qin Ran's reminder was like a bucket of ice water thrown over them, instantly freezing the previously lively atmosphere in the room.

Everyone holding a cup stood motionless, like statues.

Clang!

Stanbeck, pale-faced, tossed his wineglass onto the table and backed away as though it were a venomous snake.

The crimson wine flowed across the tabletop and dripped onto the floor.

It broke the stifling stillness.

"That can't be possible, can it?!"

"I just brought this from the kitchen!"

Prison guard Jack looked at Qin Ran suspiciously, then lowered his head to look at the glass in his hand.

In the end, he did not have the courage to drink from it.

Unlike Jack's suspicion, everyone else believed Qin Ran completely—whether it was Lawless, who was on good terms with Qin Ran, Zhang Wei, who was competing with him, or their employer, Stanbeck.

They all believed Qin Ran would not lie about something like this.

Such a lie would be far too easy to expose.

"We can run a simple test, or find a professional."

Qin Ran spoke.

"All right. I think prison doctor Finks can make a more accurate judgment."

Clearly, Jack still had his doubts.

As soon as Qin Ran finished speaking, Jack headed outside.

"That was quite an unusual welcome ceremony."

"It seems someone really doesn't welcome our arrival."

Lawless stared at the wineglass and sneered.

"I'll check the restaurant kitchen."

Zhang Wei stood as he spoke.

This time, Qin Ran did not compete with him.

It was not because he had given up competing, but because he was certain Zhang Wei would find nothing.

Since the poisoner had managed to poison the red wine and drinks prepared for their welcoming lunch, they had clearly made preparations long ago. Given enough time, they naturally would not leave