Immediately afterwards, Cao He's body seemed to be struck by an invisible force. He clutched his abdomen, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing him to lose his balance instantly.
His body shuddered violently, then he collapsed forward, falling heavily to the ground with a dull thud. His face flushed instantly, as bright and alarming as a ripe apple, and large beads of sweat quickly slid down his forehead, soaking the carpet beneath him.
"Mr. Cao, what's wrong?"
This sudden turn of events shocked everyone, instantly shattering the competitive atmosphere and filling the air with a tense and fearful feeling.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on Cao He. Their expressions changed from surprise to worry to panic.
Cao He's bodyguards reacted quickly, rushing forward almost simultaneously to surround him. One of the bodyguards swiftly pried open Cao He's eyelids to carefully examine his pupils.
A moment later, he shouted in horror, "Poisoning! Boss Cao has been poisoned!"
"Quick, put him on the table and lay him flat!" Susan's voice rang out amidst the chaos.
Everyone quickly got to work, clearing away the dice, dice cups, and other clutter from the game table, and then carefully lifted Cao He onto the table, laying him flat.
"President Cao was perfectly fine just now, it must be food poisoning!"
One of Cao He's men analyzed the situation warily, his gaze shifting back and forth between Susan and Wang Shuo, the two people most closely connected to the casino, as if searching for any clues.
Another subordinate rushed out of the room, shouting, "Call a doctor! Call a doctor now!" as he ran towards the end of the corridor.
Cao He lay on the table, his brows furrowed, his face growing increasingly pained.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying to endure the excruciating pain inside his body; his hands gripped the tablecloth tightly, his fingers turning white from the force; his body trembled incessantly, as if he were making a final stand against the deadly poison.
Soon after, the physician from the City of Hearts arrived quickly and examined Cao He's condition swiftly and meticulously.
At this moment, Cao He had fallen into a deep coma. His breathing became weak and intermittent, and his face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
The doctor's examination technique was both ancient and professional. She took out a thin silver needle and gently touched Cao He's lips. The silver needle was instantly stained black, as if it had been corroded by a deadly poison.
It really was poisoning!
This scene made everyone present tense, and the atmosphere became even more strained.
Next, the doctor checked Cao He's weak pulse and looked grave.
After the examination, she gently shook her head and said in a heavy tone, "He is deeply poisoned, and I'm afraid there's no way to save him."
Upon hearing this, one of Cao He's bodyguards instantly flew into a rage. He grabbed the doctor by the collar and roared, "What did you say was hopeless! How do you know it's hopeless if you haven't even tried!"
The doctor calmly freed herself from the bodyguard's grasp. She looked at him calmly and explained truthfully, "Medical supplies on Paradise Island are limited, and I cannot determine what kind of deadly poison he has been poisoned with. Even if we can find the source of the poison, by the time you find the antidote, I'm afraid Mr. Cao will already be unable to hold on."
Her words were like a heavy hammer, sealing the fate of "King of Hearts," who was second only to the king in the city of hearts.
As the doctor predicted, Cao He stopped breathing in front of everyone in less than a minute.
The prestigious "King of Hearts" was inexplicably poisoned to death?
That statement is truly laughable.
Cao He himself probably never imagined that he would not die from an assassination attempt by an enemy; not from a gang fight; not from an internal strife attack, but from such a wretched death.
It was just dawn, and a thin layer of mist still shrouded the outside of the window, making it hazy and mysterious. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind swept by, bringing with it a howling sound.
Cao He's subordinate, with a serious expression, led a team to quickly seal off the room's exits. He said firmly, "Everyone, please remain calm. I will immediately send someone to consult with the higher-ups at Red Peach after dawn."
Susan was slightly displeased with her subordinate's actions. She crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with dissatisfaction, and said with a hint of arrogance, "We are all official residents of the City of Hearts and have the right to move freely. What right do you have to restrict our freedom?"
Cao He's men remained unmoved. He coldly replied, "Given the current situation, everyone present is a suspect. To ensure the smooth progress of the investigation, I will not give you any chance to escape beforehand!"
"you!"
Upon hearing this, Susan's face darkened, and she was about to lash out when Wang Shuo pulled her back in time.
Wang Shuo gently advised, "Sister Susan, in this situation, it's best if we cooperate with their investigation. Otherwise, if the higher-ups really become suspicious of us, it will be troublesome."
Although Wang Shuo said this, he was also wondering to himself, could it really be Susan who poisoned him?
Susan glared at Cao He's subordinate, but ultimately chose to compromise and returned to her original seat.
She hadn't slept for two days in a row, and the exhaustion made her mind a little sluggish. All she wanted to do was end this pointless argument as soon as possible.
She wanted to use this incident to get back at Cao He, but she didn't have the guts to kill him, did she?
Cao He's death was completely unexpected, and she couldn't figure out how he had been poisoned.
what is going on?
Susan frowned, feeling a headache coming on. She pressed her knuckles against her temples, trying to ease the discomfort.
Kawakami and Haruka, who were originally in the center of attention, have now become background figures.
The two sat in the corner, looking at each other in silence.
Xiaoyao's feelings were very complicated at this moment. He was terrified and worried because someone had died, but he also felt a little smug because the person who killed his mother was the bad guy.
He couldn't help but feel ashamed of this pleasure, yet he also felt ashamed that he could feel this way.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen a dead person, but it was the first time he'd been so close to one. In the past, Wang Shuo would always stop him, blocking his view and preventing him from seeing such things.
In short, it's very complicated.
After a thrilling night, Xiaoyao seems to have grown up a lot.
He kept kneading a die in his hand, as if he wanted to crush it.
The boy first lowered his eyes, lost in thought, then looked at Chuanliu, pursed his lips as if to say something, then looked at the people around him and lowered his head again.
Seeing that Xiaoyao seemed hesitant to speak, Chuanliu didn't say anything, but instead suddenly handed her a glass of water.
"Have some water."
"ah?"
Xiaoyao didn't react in time, her eyes flickering.
But seeing Chuanliu's meaningful expression, his ears turned slightly red. He took the water, drank a sip, and said, "Thank you."
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