After thinking for a moment, Song Qingqing suddenly had an idea.
He glanced down at Ma Yongcai, who was curled up on the ground, and took advantage of the other's inattention to pick up a small clump of soil from the ground. Then he used his ability to turn it into ice.
Then, they roughly pressed down on the other person's mouth and shoved it into it.
"Cough cough, spit spit spit, what did you feed me?" Ma Yongcai turned to the side and vomited wildly, but what he had swallowed was not so easy to spit out.
He tried to vomit for a long time, but nothing came out except saliva.
But he could still clearly feel the coldness from before. "Ice? Why did you give me this stuff to eat?"
"This isn't ice, it's my family's heirloom methamphetamine, something that even hospitals can't detect."
If you ingest this methamphetamine, and you ever seek revenge against me, the methamphetamine will flare up.
At that point, you'll find that your body will start to freeze from head to toe.
From body to consciousness, and even to death. "Song said softly, not forgetting to give the other person a sharp look at their head.
Just as Ma Yongcai got up from the ground, his face bruised and swollen, he suddenly felt a chill on his scalp. The coldness that had been emanating from his eyes seemed about to erupt again.
"Impossible. We live in a civilized society. How could such a thing exist?"
"You're lying to me. It's impossible, there's absolutely no way such a thing could exist." Ma Yongcai glanced at Song Qingqing before looking away.
Song smiled gently. The more he acted like this, the more it showed that he was wavering.
Keep staring at the other person's head, making him fluctuate between hot and cold, and give him a taste of it first.
"Impossible, there can't be such a poison." Ma Yongcai was still muttering, but after a moment, he found that his head was sometimes cold and sometimes hot.
It's like there's something wrong.
This feeling was very clear-headed, but what was deadly was that Song Qingqing's words echoed in his ears again.
"Do you feel a bit cold and a bit hot in your head right now? This is what happens in the first few minutes after meth enters your body."
It'll be fine in a bit.
"....."
How could she know so clearly? She knew better than he did whether his mind was hot or cold.
Could there really be such a miraculous medicine in this world?
What should we do then?
Could it be that this grudge is truly impossible to avenge?
Ma Yongcai was in a state of confusion, and Song Qingqing didn't have time to keep him company in the cold wind.
Finally, she smugly threw out a warning: "Don't you dare retaliate against her," before turning and leaving.
However, in reality, she did not actually leave.
Instead, they hid in a secluded spot, quietly waiting for Ma Yongcai's next move.
Since she told this lie, she'll have to keep it a secret.
Fortunately, Ma Yongcai didn't sit there feeding the mosquitoes.
Not long after, he got up and left to go home.
Song Qingqing followed them all the way to a luxurious courtyard.
Inside is a small Western-style building, belonging solely to Ma Yongcai.
Secretly following them into the courtyard, Song Qingqing heard bursts of laughter and cheerful voices inside.
When Ma Yongcai opened the door, she saw that it was full of beautiful and youthful girls.
They were scantily clad, and as soon as they saw Ma Yongcai return, they immediately pounced on him.
In the past, Ma Yongcai would definitely have taken the opportunity to roll around with these women.
But today, feeling completely manipulated, Ma Yongcai had no interest in sleeping with these women.
So when all these women rushed toward him, he forcefully stretched out his hands and pushed them all away.
Instantly, the girls, who had been so cheerful, all fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
Ma Yongcai ignored the woman behind him and went straight to his study, where he called his thugs.
“You took a dozen or so people to Huanle Street and smashed up her vegetable shop. I don’t believe there’s anything so sinister in this world.”
"Yes," the thug replied and left.
What they didn't notice was that Song Qingqing had overheard the entire conversation through the study window.
Her eyes flickered as she saw Ma Yongcai sitting in a chair, lost in thought, as if pondering something.
Without wasting any time, Song Qingqing immediately used her ability to stare at his head.
Not long after, Ma Yongcai suddenly fell off the chair.
As he collapsed, he clutched his head tightly with both hands, muttering, "Impossible, impossible..."
He had just ordered his men to smash the store; how could his head be as if it had been put in a refrigerator?
This time, Song Qingqing did not let him off easily. Instead, she calculated the time carefully, neither taking his life nor allowing him to recover easily.
"Come back, come back quickly!" Ma Yongcai couldn't take it anymore. He felt that if he didn't call the person back soon, his head might really turn into an ice watermelon.
Gritting his teeth and desperately resisting the pain, Ma Yongcai rolled on the ground a few times to catch his breath, then shouted towards the door, "Someone come here! Someone come here!"
Soon, one of the thugs waiting outside heard the noise and rushed into the room.
When they saw that Ma Yongcai seemed to be enduring some inhuman pain, they wanted to take him to the hospital, but Ma Yongcai ordered first: "Call Qiangzi and his group back immediately."
Seeing Ma Yongcai like this, the thugs didn't dare to delay and turned to rush out.
Before long, Ma Yongcai realized that his mind seemed to have drifted away from the refrigerator.
The pain did not worsen.
But this did not make him happy; instead, it made his expression even more horrified.
This is some kind of methamphetamine; it seems to be real.
He had just sent someone to deal with Song Qingqing when she had an attack, and when he called her back, she immediately started to recover.
Everything was exactly as Song Qingqing had described.
well!
As Ma Yongcai slowly got up from the ground, his worldview began to crumble.
This kind of illogical thing actually happened to me.
After this, can't he make a move against Song Qingqing?
This is obviously not acceptable.
Unless he wants to turn himself into an ice watermelon.
There's no other way.
He could only place all his hopes on the hospital.
He refused to believe that the hospital couldn't find anything.
Unfortunately, when he rushed to the hospital overnight and had a full-body check-up by the doctor, he was in critical condition.
The result was that he was not poisoned.
He didn't believe it and had the doctor examine him several more times, but the result was still the same.
Ma Yongcai is on the verge of a breakdown.
This was the first time in his life that he had suffered a loss but was unable to retaliate.
I felt incredibly frustrated.
With a loud "bang!", the innocent door was kicked down by Ma Yongcai.
But the hospital nurses dared not speak out against their anger.
Last time, someone at their hospital cursed Ma Yongcai, and as a result, he was fired that same day, and I heard he had his hands and feet broken.
With Ma Yongcai being so intimidating, who would dare to mess with him?
"Damn it, how could I possibly encounter something like this?" He was furious.
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