He must warn his wife; otherwise, if she does something foolish, won’t it implicate him?
Watching him leave the study and walk toward the rear residence, Zhao Ya nodded secretly from atop the courtyard wall in the distance.
This Song Yuanrui is indeed someone who comprehends the seriousness of things. After this warning, he certainly won’t entertain any more ideas about the Song Linqing siblings.
Then Zhao Ya turned and dashed toward the next location.
Pu Jujian sat in his room, deep in thought, pondering how to get the contents of this pink vial on the table into Song Peiwan’s mouth.
Inviting her out for a meal seemed like the most prudent method, but Pu Jujian knew that was absolutely impossible.
Should he find a way to bribe her maid or nanny?
But how would he infiltrate her home?
Pu Jujian frowned deeply, realizing that winning over someone like Song Peiwan was indeed no easy task.
Problem after problem arose, each more challenging than the last.
As night fell, Pu Jujian stretched with a long yawn.
Just as he prepared to head to bed, a large hand suddenly gripped his neck from behind, squeezing his temporal joint.
Pu Jujian’s whole body trembled, fear flooding his eyes; he wanted to struggle but it was already too late.
Given his limited strength, in Zhao Ya’s grasp, he was as fragile as a chicken or duck awaiting slaughter.
Zhao Ya didn’t strangle him but rather reached out to grab the small vial from the table, popping off the cork with a flick of his finger, then poured all the powder inside into Pu Jujian’s mouth.
Pu Jujian tried to struggle, tried to close his mouth, but he couldn’t budge Zhao Ya’s hand in the slightest.
So he could only watch helplessly as the entire vial of powder cascaded into his mouth.
After pouring it all, Zhao Ya even considerately picked up a teapot and poured half of its remaining tea into his mouth.
Having done all this, Zhao Ya finally released his grip.
Pu Jujian collapsed to the ground with a thud, pointing at Zhao Ya in utter despair.
"You... who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter. As for why I’m harming you, you should ask yourself what you intended to do."
At this, Pu Jujian used his fingers to trigger his gag reflex, attempting to vomit the powder out.
But that was easier said than done.
Moments later, the skin on Pu Jujian’s body began to redden, his face swelling as if filled with blood.
"Ahhhh..." Pu Jujian let out a desperate wail, tearing at his clothes and scratching his skin with all his might.
He struck with such viciousness that in no time, his body was covered with wounds.
Blood was everywhere, and he continued squirming on the ground.
Zhao Ya watched coldly from the side.
If, initially, Pu Jujian’s pursuit of Song Peiwan was impulsive yet sincere,
then later resorting to drugs was utter madness, and his end was nothing if not self-inflicted.
Only after Pu Jujian gradually stopped moving did Zhao Ya turn and leave.
Ciji Hall Medical Clinic.
Cong Bo was happily tallying today’s gains.
Even though he hadn’t seen many patients today, among them were two exceptional ones.
Moreover, by asking a few questions under the guise of treatment, Cong Bo found that both were fairly easy targets.
With just a few more tries, he could probably lure them into bed.
That was why he delighted in playing the role of a gynecological specialist.
But such carefree days wouldn’t last long; his master had sent word a few days ago.
Someone had killed Wan Zhen and wiped out a Beast Taming Sect outpost in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, instructing Cong Bo to watch for any developments in the city and to report immediately if he had any clues.
Cong Bo was greatly surprised by the news.
He knew Wan Zhen, and although his standing wasn’t above Cong Bo’s master, he was nonetheless a genuine Meridian Opening Realm expert.
Now he had been killed, and the outpost had been destroyed.
This was clearly a provocation to the Beast Taming Sect.
And presumably, it wasn’t the work of an individual but some opposing force.
This was also Fifth Elder Fang Ruyi’s judgment.
Cong Bo immediately grew wary, sensing that Wanshou County might soon be troubled as well.
Cong Bo was keenly aware of his own limits; aside from excelling at disguise and deceit, his combat skills were dismal.
So if an opposing force targeted the Beast Taming Sect, his situation would also become precarious.
Thus, he resolved secretly to pack up and flee once the storm had passed in a few days.
Without female company tonight, Cong Bo was somewhat bored, and after planning which women to seduce in the coming days, he prepared to go to sleep.
Just then, he suddenly noticed the flicker of a shadow, and a masked figure appeared before him.
Such quick body technique—the person was a Martial Dao expert!
Cong Bo was startled, but outwardly he maintained the guise of a venerable old doctor, immersed in medicine for years with a high moral standing.
"You... who are you? Why suddenly appear in this old man’s room?" Cong Bo asked with some trepidation.
Zhao Ya was secretly impressed.
Say what you will, the false-to-real act alone proved Cong Bo’s talent.
If Zhao Ya hadn’t previously seen Cong Bo’s true face in secret, he might have been duped.
Zhao Ya intentionally made his voice hoarse and grating, laughing eerily twice.
"Sect Leader Cong, your acting is truly remarkable."
Having his true identity so succinctly exposed, one can imagine Cong Bo’s shock.