Hearing Lu Tianxing's words, Fang Yaowu laughed in anger and said, "Fine, fine, Lu Tianxing, you're forcing me. Do you really think you've got me trapped? Then give it a try. Let's see who lives and who dies today. Bring it out."
Before Fang Yaowu's words even fell, the three bodyguards standing behind him reached into their pockets without any hesitation and pulled out a small glass bottle, a few inches tall, holding it in their hands. The glass bottle seemed to have a purple gas swirling inside, looking particularly eye-catching.
"Lu Tianxing, do you think I'd come here without any preparation? Dare to kill me? I tell you, these three glass bottles contain deadly poison that seals one's throat upon seeing blood. If I crush it, within a second, no one in this bar will be left standing. I admit your strength is great, I can't do anything to you, but can you protect those women behind you?"
