"Was it you who secretly poisoned us?" Upon hearing Mandala's words, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and looked at Mandala, speaking in a deep voice.
Mandala looked at the middle-aged man, blatantly ignoring his murderous gaze, and smiled, "Of course, it's me who poisoned you. Otherwise, why do you think we dare to stand in front of you and speak? Rest assured, we won't kill you."
"What exactly do you want?" The middle-aged man's expression did not change upon hearing these words. He looked at Mandala and asked.
"We don't want much, merely to give you two choices."
Mandala smiled and said, "The first, of course, is to become my test subject. I am currently researching a brand-new poison. Unfortunately, as you know, poisons must be tested repeatedly to succeed. I can't just take innocent people as test subjects for no reason! That would make me no different from an executioner—it's against moral principles, far too cruel."
