"Three guests, shall I get you some more water?"
Mo Qingchen glanced at him and suddenly said, "Brother, you look pretty tired. Why don't you have a drink?"
The waiter hesitated for a moment, then declined apologetically, "That's really inappropriate. What if my boss sees this..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qingchen had already taken his hand and poured him another cup of water from the kettle.
After the waiter repeatedly declined without success, he had no choice but to drink it.
Mo Qingchen waited for a while, and seeing that the waiter didn't react, he left the kettle behind and asked him to leave.
A little while later, the waiter came over with a few small plates.
Mo Qingchen looked warily at the things in his hands, her tone tinged with suspicion, "We didn't order anything, and we didn't tell you not to come over."
The waiter did not stop there. He approached with a smile and said politely, "These snacks are complimentary from our restaurant and are free of charge."
As he spoke, he moved the small dishes from the tray to the table.
Chuanliu observed the waiter's actions from beginning to end.
As the waiter placed the small plates on the table one by one, his fingers seemingly casually brushed against the water glasses in front of the three people. This action was extremely brief and almost integrated into his continuous movements.
This subtle movement, though extremely fast and difficult to detect, could not escape Chuanliu's eyes.
The capture of magic tricks often happens in those fractions of a second.
Chuanliu's pupils contracted slightly in that instant, as if time itself had slowed down considerably.
The waiter deftly avoided everyone's gaze with his fingertips, flicking the water gently, and a fine powdery substance secretly fell into the water.
The powder dissolves quickly and disappears into every glass of water, just like a drop of water falling into the ocean, silently.
Chuanliu neither spoke nor stopped the waiter, but simply continued to observe the waiter's reaction without making a sound. The waiter acted as if nothing had happened, maintaining his serving posture, placing the last small plate on the table before politely withdrawing with a professional smile still on his face.
Chuanliu observed Zhuiming and Mo Qingchen. Mo Qingchen frowned, her eyes revealing a hint of doubt and vigilance; while Zhuiming appeared more composed, ready to detect any unusual activity at any moment.
However, even though the two were watching the waiter's movements very intently, they clearly did not notice that the waiter had tampered with the food.
The girl simply lowered her eyes and chose to remain silent.
Time ticked by, and Zhui Ming's gaze remained as sharp as a hawk's, constantly shifting between the crowd outside and the direction of the waiters. He didn't touch anything on the table. As a professional assassin, Zhui Ming rarely ate outside food, except for necessary supplies.
Mo Qingchen was clearly less vigilant than Zhui Ming. Although he did not touch the snacks on the table, he inadvertently picked up his water glass and took a sip.
Chuanliu's gaze swept over Mo Qingchen, earning him a slightly puzzled response, "What's wrong?"
Chuanliu remained silent, only gently shaking her head. Then she closed her eyes and began to count silently in her mind.
Time seemed to slow down dramatically at that moment, each second stretching out. When the count reached twenty-six, a sudden change occurred.
Mo Qingchen's expression changed drastically. He suddenly clutched his abdomen, his face contorted in pain. He bent over, his brows furrowed, as if a violent churning was taking place inside him, and his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a knot.
"Ouch! My stomach...it hurts so much!" he groaned in pain.
Seeing this, Zhuiming instinctively wanted to grab the waiter, but Chuanliu stopped him with a look.
The next second, Chuanliu also clutched his stomach, his acting skills kicking in.
Zhuiming immediately understood Chuanliu's intention, so he followed Mo Qingchen's example, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands and showing the same painful expression on his face.
The commotion caused by the three people taking the "poisoning" one after another indeed caught the attention of the waiter.
He had been secretly observing the three of them, initially believing that only Mo Qingchen had drunk the spiked water. However, seeing Chuanliu and Zhuiming also exhibiting the same painful symptoms, his doubts lessened slightly, and he thought to himself that perhaps he hadn't observed them carefully enough beforehand.
The waiter waited patiently for a while, and then the first man to be poisoned suddenly convulsed violently, his face turned pale, and he collapsed onto the table, unconscious.
Immediately afterwards, the woman and the other man also experienced similar symptoms. Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, then they slumped weakly onto the table and eventually collapsed there.
Witnessing all this, the waiter finally lowered his guard, a smug smile spreading across his face. He tiptoed toward the three of them, careful not to wake his unconscious prey.
The waiter first pulled the man sitting on the far side to the ground, then moved closer to the woman sitting in the middle. He slowly reached his finger into the woman's philtrum, trying to confirm whether she was truly dead.
However, just as he was about to touch the woman, the man on the other side suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a cold light that sent chills down one's spine.
The waiter was startled and realized the situation was bad, so he immediately turned around and tried to run away.
But at that moment, the woman, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes. Her movements were swift and decisive; she grabbed the waiter's arm, firmly preventing him from escaping.
The woman remained calm; clearly, all of this was within her expectations.
The man reacted even faster. He turned around, flipped the table over, and with a series of fluid movements, slammed the waiter into a chair. His hand gripped the waiter's neck like an iron clamp, making it almost impossible for the waiter to breathe.
The waiter's face flushed crimson instantly. He struggled with all his might, but the man's strength was as unshakeable as a mountain. His throat was tightly gripped, and he almost fainted from lack of oxygen.
In this moment of despair, a woman's voice coldly rang in his ear, "Are you Datura?"
The waiter felt a chill; his vision blurred, and he couldn't see what was in front of him. He struggled to fight back, but his overconfidence left him unarmed.
At this critical moment of life and death, he made a crazy decision. With gritted teeth, he swallowed all the poison hidden between his fingers.
Zhui Ming never expected the waiter to be so ruthless as to take the poison voluntarily.
Because of the large amount of poison, the waiter was poisoned very quickly. His face turned pale with pain, his body convulsed violently, and he eventually slumped weakly in his chair and died.
Chuanliu glanced at the waiter's slumped corpse in the chair, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Her intuition told her that someone like Mandala shouldn't have died so easily.
"Remember to finish him off."
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