"Give me that wineglass!"
Turner was still wavering when a powerful voice rang out from outside the door. The speaker had yet to appear, but his voice alone made Turner shudder. A chill swept through his entire body.
It was none other than Assassin King Lightman.
Lightman was around sixty, with silver hair and a goatee. He had a long, thin face and a high nose. Though lean, he was remarkably tall.
Lightman fixed Turner with a cold, piercing stare. Turner worked for Luo Lin, and Dahill had killed Lightman's eldest disciple, Thunderbolt Hand Vite. Naturally, Lightman had little warmth to spare for him.
Pointing at the wineglass in Turner's hand, Lightman said coldly, "Give me that glass. We'll soon know whether Stussy was lying."
Turner's heart lurched. He wanted to destroy the red wine left in the glass. Once he handed it to Lightman, there would be no easy way out.
Seeing him hesitate, Lightman waved a hand behind him. Mighty Rat Eaton darted forward and snatched the glass from Turner's grip.
Turner's heart sank. It's over. If they prove there's a sedative in there, there's no talking our way out of this.
Lightman kept his cold gaze on Turner, taking in every change in his expression. When the half-full glass reached Lightman's hand, Turner grew visibly tense. That only made Lightman more certain that Pleasure Valley had something to do with Vite's death.
Lightman dipped a finger into the wine and touched it to his tongue. Everyone watched in utter silence. After a moment, he nodded. "There is indeed a sedative in this wine. Of course, my word alone may not convince everyone. Someone go fetch the Medicine Elder."
Before long, Medicine Elder Macken hurried in, having hastily dressed. He had stayed up late the night before, and