The silver-clad man listened to Caleb Miles's bizarre logic, trembling with rage—this guy was absolute dog crap!
"Hey, that's right—I'm talking to you, the older-looking guy standing by the chest. Yeah, you! Since he gave me all this stuff, I'll just give it to you instead," Caleb said generously from atop his horse.
"Really? You're really giving it to me?" The genuinely older-looking man froze in shock. Holy crap, was this for real?
"Of course! Just take it all home to your wife and stay out of this," Caleb replied, cheerful and magnanimous.
"You're a lifesaver, a true benefactor!" The black-clad man hurried to grab the gold, but just then, the silver-clad man's sword pointed right at his throat—a clear warning: take one more step and you'll meet the King of the Underworld!
Seeing this, the black-clad man snapped out of compact, stumbling back a step, not daring to cross the line again.
"Caleb Miles, stop stirring up trouble!" the silver-clad man snapped, glaring at him in anger.
"Stirring up trouble? You think I have nothing better to do? By the way, why does your face look as ugly as pig crap?" Caleb pretended to pinch his nose and shook his head, acting like the man in front of him wasn't a person but a pig mid-poop—absolutely disgusting!
"You're the pig crap! Your whole family is pig crap! Even your kid's pig crap!" The silver-clad man exploded, cursing furiously. What kind of idiotic mission was this? Using treasure to lure this notorious miser—clearly, this guy didn't care about their gold at all. It was an insult to treasure!
"Who are you calling a pig, huh?" Caleb shot back, annoyed.
"Pig, obviously I'm calling you a pig," the silver-clad man shot back without hesitation.
"Oh, so a pig's calling me names? No wonder! In that case, your whole family's pig crap, even your ancestors must be pig crap too," Caleb Miles retorted, full toxic tongue on display.
As soon as he finished, the man's head practically started steaming with rage, while Caleb wore a huge, satisfied grin.
Nobody realized that among the seven husbands, the other six were all infamous for their razor-sharp tongues—every time they spoke, they'd leave Caleb absolutely speechless.
"All you know is scheming," Lucian Vane sneered.
"Look at you, that's all you're good for," Ethan Chu shook his head.
"Ugh, so embarrassing. We're supposed to be people of status—can't you stop being so cheap for once?" Butterfly Rogue sighed dramatically.
"Honestly, you didn't do anything wrong, but... poor waiter over there," Eli Crane glanced at the corner, where the bullied waiter had coughed up blood from frustration.
"Don't worry about it, I'm on your side," Liam Willow said sincerely. Then, being his usual kind self, he hurried over to the poor waiter and handed him ten taels of silver. "Here, go see a doctor!"
Seeing this, five husbands chimed in at once, "Losing big for the sake of small change—what a spendthrift!"
Caleb Miles clenched his fists. Just thinking about it made him super annoyed—every single time, those guys left him fuming. They were all way too sharp-tongued, way too mean!
But...
Actually, this feeling wasn't half bad. Heh, so that's what being toxic feels like! Making someone cough up blood from rage—wow, it's awesome, totally awesome!
"You—I'm going to kill you!" The silver-clad man roared in fury, swinging his sword as he charged over.
"Wait a sec!" Caleb suddenly held out his hand, signaling for him to stop. The silver-clad man paused, stunned, thinking maybe Caleb was about to switch sides.
"Okay, now I'm safe," Caleb carefully tucked his Golden Abacus into his chest, patting it to make sure nothing would fall out during the fight.
He raised his eyes, looked at the stunned crowd, arched a brow, and said, "All right, I'm ready. Let's start. Oh, and you might as well all come at me together—I'm on a tight schedule."
"Bastard!" the silver-clad man yelled, leading the whole group to rush at him at once.
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"Out of the way!" On his horse, the devastatingly handsome Lucian Vane frowned impatiently at the sudden crowd blocking his path.
"Lucian Vane, heir of the poison doctor clan." Now, over a hundred men stood before him. Each one wore green, masked faces, and battle armor covering their chests.
"So what are you guys here for? Putting on a show or something?" Lucian frowned at the masked, green-clad weirdos. He'd been lured here by that flash of silver hair, but the more he walked, the weirder things got. By the time he realized something was off, he was already surrounded.
"A show? Ha! You're about to die and you think we're putting on a show?" sneered the only middle-aged man with a seductive mask, his cold voice slicing through the air.
"So you stopped me just to say all that? Fine, I've heard you. Now get lost," Lucian's temper flared—did these idiots not realize he was in a hurry? No time for their nonsense!
"Get lost? Ha! You really don't get it, do you? Do you even know who these people are?" The cold-faced man pointed at the hundred green-clad men, ignoring Lucian's growing irritation.
Lucian couldn't care less about his question. He clenched his fists, brows furrowing even deeper.
"Planning to use poison, are you?" the cold-faced man smirked. "You're way too naive. You really think we're just regular guys? Listen up—these men are the top poison masters in the entire Serpent Realm. Every family here rivals your Vane Manor, and some are even more powerful. Today, we've gathered all the best just to make sure you, the poison prodigy, die by poison. At least you'll get a fitting end."
"Oh?" Lucian calmed down, realizing these guys were no ordinary foes. But so what? If it was poison versus poison, they'd just have to see whose was deadlier!
"What, are you scared now?"
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The cold-faced man was no amateur—he could sense Lucian Vane's anger and restraint. Clearly, this guy wasn't just any random villain.
"Scared?" Lucian snorted. "I've never even learned the meaning of fear!"
The cold-faced man froze for a second. Whether Lucian really meant it or not, he was genuinely shocked. This guy had killed countless people and seen all sorts of reactions—whenever he threatened to send someone to the underworld, they'd always flinch, even if just for a split second. But Lucian? Not a flicker of fear. If anything, he looked... amused. Yep, totally mocking.
Was he... being mocked?
A wave of anger surged up—the cold-faced man was seriously pissed off now.
"Looks like that dog-faced Cao and her brat really pulled out all the stops to get rid of me!" Around him, the hundred green-clad men started shifting their stance, and Lucian instantly knew what was coming next.
They probably thought they'd catch him off guard.
Too bad—catching people off guard is his specialty, not theirs!
"Enough with the chit-chat, old poison! Let's finish the job and get to the palace!" One masked guy shot Lucian a look full of contempt.
The crowd of green-clad men quickly agreed. They had plenty more to do—after this, they still had to rush to the palace for their promotions. No way were they wasting time here!
Lucian Vane shot an expressionless glance at the crowd, already sizing them up: plenty of real poison masters among these thugs, and with so many of them, they clearly meant business. He glanced at the sky—time was running out. Even if this turned into a nasty fight, he had to finish it fast. No way was he letting Ivy risk charging into the palace alone.
"So, you want us to do it, or will you do it yourself? If we do it, you'll die slow and ugly. But if you off yourself, this hero here might let you go out quick and clean." The so-called cool guy kept posturing, trying to sound suave.
"Are you done yapping yet?" Lucian snapped, thoroughly annoyed.
"You..." The cool guy couldn't believe Lucian was still mouthing off—did he even get how bad his situation was?
Did he really still have the guts to act cocky right now?
"Ha! I heard that the legendary poison doctor Lila Vane was your big sister—and she's dead, right?" The cool guy smirked, fearless. "Well, as a fellow expert, I'm happy to help you reunite with her today."
Swish—Lucian vanished in a blur, reappearing right beside the cool guy. Left hand clamped his jaw, right hand whipped out a silver needle and stitched straight through his chin. In a flash, his upper and lower lips were sewn together.
"Mmmph!" His move was so fast, the crowd barely registered what happened before the guy's mouth was stitched shut, pain shooting through him.
"That's better—much less noisy." Lucian stared at the blood running down the guy's lips, face blank and terrifying as a demon from hell.
"Mmm... Up—attack!" The cool guy, fighting through the agony, managed to croak out a command. Instantly, all the poison masters surged toward Lucian.
In an instant, the alley turned into a downpour—a rain of fine, venom-tipped needles falling nonstop, every single one deadly.
*****Bonus update*****
PS: Four chapters today, same again tomorrow! The finale's coming up, and honestly, the closer we get, the more hyped I am—it's like I'm running on pure adrenaline, lol~~~