Zhuo Junyue hadn't heard a joke this funny in a long time. These two people definitely deserved their fate.
Falling into his hands today was justice served.
He waved his hand, "Have we found the drugs they used?"
The secret guard brought them over; they were a packet of small white pills.
Zhuo Junyue took them, tossed them lightly, hesitated for a moment, "Shove these pills into their mouths, each one."
The other black man was startled.
The effect of these drugs was intense. Normally, when they targeted someone, they'd only use one pill.
The effect of one pill was enough to drive anyone mad.
That packet had at least a dozen pills; it would absolutely lead to death.
"No, no way, it will kill them."
Just with a look, Zhuo Junyue's men acted instantly.
These two clueless fools dared to provoke the young master of their family; it was akin to courting death.
Zhuo Junyue knew the potency of these drugs; his body had resistance to usual medications.
