Ye Qingqing heard Lu Mo's ringtone, but she deliberately didn't answer. This was a crucial moment, and she didn't want to be distracted.
If Lu Mo asks about it later, she can just make up some excuse to brush it off; she needs to deal with these two scumbags first.
Ye Qingqing held the syringe and walked up to Ye Yuanzhe, bending down to look at him. Ye Yuanzhe couldn't see, but he sensed someone in front of him and panicked, trying to crawl backward, but his back was already against the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
"No...no...please..."
Ye Yuanzhe pleaded desperately, his cries filling the air; he looked utterly pitiful.
Ye Qingqing remained unmoved. If it were her, Ye Yuanzhe wouldn't have held back either. She chuckled softly, "Don't be afraid... Soon you'll experience ecstasy and go to paradise..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she plunged the syringe in, injecting all the medicine into the syringe.
Feeling the stinging pain in his arm, Ye Yuanzhe panicked even more, "What...did you give me?"
Ye Qingqing sneered, "I don't know either. Your good sister brought this to deal with my darling!"
"...Get me to the hospital quickly...quickly..."
Ye Yuanzhe was terrified. Of course he knew what it was, because those drugs were the ones he had obtained for Ye Susu. The mysterious man only said he wanted a live victim, not that he couldn't inject drugs. Ye Yuanzhe was determined to make Ye Qingqing wish she were dead.
He reaps what he sowed, and now he's tasting the bitter fruit of his own actions.
Ye Qingqing injected a relatively large amount, and Ye Yuanzhe soon had an attack. His pupils dilated, a psychedelic smile appeared on his face, and he danced wildly, stumbling and falling. He bumped into the windowsill several times, which terrified Ye Susu.
"I'm the richest man in Hong Kong... I have more money than I can spend... Haha..."
Ye Yuanzhe laughed wildly, entering a mesmerizing dream world where he became the most revered richest man in Hong Kong, and even Miao Tianxiang dared not be presumptuous in his presence. How wonderful...
"Kneel down, all of you...that throne is mine..."
Ye Yuanzhe walked smugly toward the windowsill, imagining it as a glittering golden throne, where sitting on it would make him the best in the world, and no one would be qualified to compete with him.
Ye Susu watched in horror as Ye Yuanzhe climbed step by step toward the windowsill and even tried to sit on it. She cried out, "No!"
"Get out of my way!"
Ye Yuanzhe thought it was some troublesome commoner trying to take his throne, so he cursed angrily and continued to sit on the 'throne,' nearly falling off several times, which was quite a thrilling sight.
Ye Qingqing clasped her hands together and watched coldly as he walked step by step toward his demise.
"I'm the richest man... Haha... Ah!"
Ye Yuanzhe finally sat on the windowsill, excitedly twisting and turning his body, his back to the outside. With each movement, he moved one step closer to death, until finally—
His body hit nothing but emptiness, plummeting perfectly to the ground. His cries echoed from afar, gradually fading away.
Ye Qingqing gave a silent, cold laugh as she looked at Ye Susu, whose expression was utterly dejected. She then sucked the remaining poison powder into the syringe.
"Your turn!"
"No... I won't tell anyone... I swear..."
Ye Susu looked at Ye Qingqing, who was getting closer and closer, with fear. She didn't want to die. Even if she became a cripple, she didn't want to die. How wonderful it was to be alive!
"Only the dead can keep secrets!"
Ye Qingqing didn't want to waste words with her. Ye Yuanzhe's fall had already alerted the hotel, and she had to hurry.
Another needle was inserted, this time with three times the amount Ye Yuanzhe had used earlier. Ye Susu quickly reacted, her body convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
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