Chapter 108 Revenge from Hell
"Wait a moment. To be fair, please complete Mr. Jing's actions in front of everyone. Of course, in order to ensure that we don't have any personnel down there to assist, I sent someone to make a little gadget."
Bal waved his hand, and a waiter walked onto the stage carrying a waist-high table. It was a table with a round plate on it, with two grooves on the plate that looked just right for holding two cups.
"We will turn around later, and Mr. Jing and I will choose a cup and pour the poison into it. However, since the water will all fly out when we turn it, please cover the lids of the two cups of water, Mr. Jing and I."
"Then, turn the disc, and the order of the two cups of water will be disrupted. How about that? Easy, right?"
Fourier looked at Barr quietly, and after a moment he asked, "You didn't do anything to the disc, did you? For example, if you put it on the left side, it will definitely stop on the left side."
Bal waved his hand, then smiled and pointed at the disc: "Then you can try it first to see if it can stop at a fixed position."
Fourier frowned and thought for a moment, then he signaled with his eyes. Desi then stepped forward and began to carefully inspect it. He almost disassembled this simple turntable into parts, and after confirming that there were no problems with each part, he put it back together.
Ten minutes later he came back with a puzzled expression: "No problem. The disc is not fixed to the table, it is not powered, the positioning ball is not installed, and the magnet is not installed."
He paused and concluded, "It's just an ordinary disk."
After hearing Deci's conclusion, Fourier was once again convinced that his judgment was correct. The bottle of medicine in Barr's bottle was not filled with poison at the beginning, so of course Barr did not need to tamper with the disc, because both cups would be non-toxic. Barr only needed to make sure that he was the first person to drink, and the second person would automatically become the one who "chose poison".
Facing Fourier's caution and temptation, Bal kept his arms folded across his chest, standing with his body tilted and a nonchalant look: "Are you done with the inspection? Let's start after that." After saying that, he turned around, closed his eyes, and looked indifferent to life and death.
Fourier was not as confident as Barr. Although he was 90% sure, he did not want to bet on that 10%.
So he squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then pointed to the teapot at the guest table and said, "Mr. He Jing, could you please use that pot of water? Desi, go and get it for me." In order to avoid any problems with the tea prepared by Bal, it would be better to simply change the tea.
Of course, He Jing Yayoi didn't care, so Desi walked forward, took the teapot that had been placed on the table and had been filled with water by many people, and refilled two cups of tea.
Bal turned his back to them and shouted impatiently, "Are you ready, Brother Fourier? Hurry up, the flowers have withered while I've been waiting."
Fourier turned a deaf ear to him. He checked the disc again and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he turned to He Jing Yayoi and said, "Then please start, Mr. He Jing."
After saying that, he stood with his back to the ground like Bal, but they were on the left and right, separated by a large distance, and it seemed that they had a very bad relationship.
Seeing that both of them turned around, He Jing Yasheng walked to the table. The two teacups were exactly the same, and they were almost full of tea. The lids of the teacups were placed diagonally on the tray.
He took out the potion, opened the ampoule in front of everyone, and poured it all into the teacup on the right. He took the lid of the teacup and put it on, then quickly spun the disc. The disc spun faster than he imagined, and soon everyone couldn't tell which cup had the potion.
Seeing the disk slowly slow down, He Jing Yasheng took down the two cups and placed them on the table, "That's enough, both of you."
Bal yawned and turned his head. "Really? I've been standing for so long that I'm tired. In that case, I'll choose first. How about it? Isn't it a good suggestion? If I die after drinking it, you, Brother Fourier, don't have to drink it and can directly inherit our father's position. If I don't die after drinking it, it proves that the remaining cup is poisonous, and you don't have to drink it."
Bal smiled and walked forward to pat Fourier on the shoulder, "Look, what a cost-effective plan, and how good I am to you."
Sure enough, this was the plan, Fourier smiled secretly, it was ridiculously simple.
In fact, neither cup was poisonous. Whichever cup Barr picked up would be poisonous. As long as Barr drank it and did not die, everyone would think that the cup in front of Fourier was poisonous, which meant that he had lost the bet. Therefore, he could not let Barr drink first.
But Fourier did not respond, he just quietly waited for Barr to act. As expected, Barr did not hesitate at all, nor did he exchange glances or gestures with anyone in the crowd. He just picked up the teacup on the left and prepared to drink, seemingly not worried at all that he would choose the poisoned one.
It was not until this moment that Fourier was sure that neither cup was poisonous.
Just as Bal was about to pour the tea into his mouth, Fourier reached out his hand to stop Bal. He smiled and closed the lid, "No, as an elder brother, how can I let my younger brother take such a risk? Let me drink first."
Bal's expression suddenly turned ugly. He faked a smile and tried to push Fourier away. "No, no, no, since it was me who proposed it, of course I should drink it first."
Fourier did not give in either. He grabbed Bal's wrist and pulled him back. "Let the older brother go first..."
He snatched the teacup from Bal's hand. Seeing that Bal wanted to say something, he did not hesitate and chose to drink it all.
No one expected Fourier to be so decisive, and the audience was instantly in an uproar.
"Oh my god, is that all you're drinking?"
"Aren't you afraid that it's really poisonous?"
"But looking at Master Bal's expression, this cup is the one without poison, right? He chose the cup himself, so he couldn't have chosen the poisoned one, right?"
"But we just went around so many times, who can remember which cup was poisoned?"
Listening to the noise from the audience, Fourier casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He placed the cup on the table with some pride and announced to Bal: "This cup is not poisonous. You lose, Bal."
The audience was immediately filled with cheers and shouts of "Fourier". Fourier raised his hands excitedly and smiled widely at the audience.
Barr stood behind him and said softly, "Brother Fourier, did your men tell you that you have a bad habit?"
What?
"After you drink, you always like to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. I wonder if it's because of your mother's lowly status that you learned such a lowly action."
"What a pity! No matter how much you pretend to be a noble, this little move is enough to kill you. Just now, I touched the back of your hand, didn't I, Brother Fourier? Guess, is there poison on my hand?"
Fourier's action of holding the gun high suddenly froze, and he turned his head sharply, staring at Barr. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth.
He began to cough violently, then lost strength and slowly bent over. He staggered a few steps, walked to the table, and supported himself on the table with his hands. He stretched out his left hand in a daze, trying to pull the bar, but fell directly to the ground and was silent in an instant.
This scene seemed to come too suddenly. The scene was quiet for a moment, and then the crowd suddenly panicked, "Oh my God! This is the poisoned cup."
"What a pity! Mr. Barr was supposed to drink it, but Fourier snatched it away and drank it. Is this fate?"
Fourier's group, who were still cheering, immediately rushed to the stage. They tried to rescue Fourier and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him.
Bal leaned on the table and laughed. "I should have been the one drinking it. Thank you so much, Brother Fourier. You are so selfless."
Desi, who was squatting to rescue, was furious. He pointed at Bal and cursed: "Did you do anything? You were the one who proposed this plan in the beginning. You will definitely ensure that you can win."
Bal crossed his arms and shrugged. "I advise you not to talk nonsense, Desi. I was going to drink this cup, but Fourier snatched it from me. How could I predict that he would come and snatch the cup I chose?"
"You!" Desi pointed at Bal, but he didn't know how to refute. He turned and pointed at Kazukage Yayoi in the audience, "You and Bal are in the same group, right?"
He Jing Yayoi spread his hands helplessly, "Didn't I tell you at the beginning that if something really goes wrong, I won't be blamed on me? How can you, the Francisco family, be such an untrustworthy people?"
Desi didn't expect that attacking someone else would have the same result. His lips trembled violently with anger. He turned around and pointed at Bal and said, "You might have poisoned both cups! You know Mr. Fourier will compete with you for the first drink. If both cups are poisoned, he will die no matter which one he drinks. This way you don't have to drink the other cup!"
Barr shrugged and clicked his tongue twice, "I won't give up until I see God. Can't you admit that Fourier was just unlucky? It's easy for you to prove it. The cup is still on the table and I can drink it. How about that? This can prove that one cup is poisonous and the other is not, right?"
Seeing Bal's certainty, Desi knew that the other cup must not be poisonous. But he was unwilling to give up, so he pointed to the remaining cup of tea on the table and said, "Then you drink it!"
Barr was amused. The tea was drunk by the guests at the table, and the potion was not poisonous from the beginning. The reason why Fourier died of poison was because he knew that Fourier would compete with him to drink it first.
If Fourier didn't grab it, then whichever cup he drank would be harmless, and people would think that Fourier's cup was poisoned. In this case, he would win the bet.
If Fourier came to grab the tea from him, he would have physical contact with him. He just had to smear the poison on the back of Fourier's hand, so that no matter which cup Fourier drank, it would be because he was "unlucky" to drink the poisoned cup of tea. Because the remaining cup was not poisonous.
Bal smiled and picked up the teacup on the table. He raised the cup respectfully and clinked the cups together. "Cheers to the great and selfless Brother Fourier."
Desi was so angry that his heart ached. He gritted his teeth and wanted to hit someone, but was held down by Bal's bodyguards. Fourier saw that there was no way to save the situation. The families that were still wavering switched sides to Bal's faction, and the situation had completely tilted in Bal's favor.
Balxie drank the tea in one gulp with a smile, but soon his expression became dull and the teacup in his hand suddenly rolled to the ground.
Bal's men noticed something was wrong and stepped forward, "Master Bal, how are you?"
Bal looked at the broken teacup on the ground in confusion, not understanding what went wrong. He held his heart in severe pain and uttered through his teeth, "Tea... There's something wrong with the tea..."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.
"Master Bal! Master Bal! Quick, hurry to the hospital!"
If only one-third of the people were in chaos just now, now everyone is in chaos.
In this chaos, only Fourier's group laughed. My heir is dead, that's great. I didn't expect that your heir would also die.
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