Chapter 1430
But what was his purpose in provoking her?
Just as everyone’s attention was fixed on the confrontation, the assistant pinned down by the Dragon-Thorn operatives suddenly went into violent convulsions.
A grotesque, guttural wheezing tore from his throat.
The operative looked down and saw the man’s face turning a sickly, mottled grayish- blue at a terrifying speed.
His eyes went wide. “Get back! He’s been poisoned p>
“Step aside p>
Serena threw a single glance his way and instantly diagnosed the situation.
The moment she spoke, the operative moved back.
There was no hesitation.
Only absolute faith in her command.
A flicker of silver danced across Serena’s fingertips.
Three silver needles embedded themselves simultaneously.
The assistant, who had been seizing violently, went completely rigid on the floor, as
if pinned down by an invisible hand.
The grayish-blue venom trails halted right at his neck.
The guests watched, a suffocating wave of shock crashing over them.
What kind of technique was this?
She halted a lethal toxin mid-circulation with just three needles?
The task force commander’s expression darkened. “Someone is tying up loose ends p>
At that precise second, a waiter holding a tray in the corner spun around, shoving a guest aside as he bolted for the side door.
Crash!
Nicholas kicked a chair directly into his path, cutting him off.
The waiter had fast reflexes. He gave his sleeve a sharp shake, and a tiny black needle slipped into his palm, instantly jabbing it toward his own neck.
He was trying to commit suicide.
Without even blinking, Serena gave her wrist a slight flick.
A silver needle tore through the air.
It knocked the black needle right out of the waiter’s hand.
Nicholas immediately stepped forward, grinding the man into the floor with his boot.
Jasper strolled over and stomped
heavily
the man’s wrist, his
S sure to
utterly chilling you
dying p>
“What? You think you can waltz onto Lancaster turf and kill yourselves whenever you please p>
Pinned to the ground, the waiter was
pale as
a ghost, but he clenched his
speak
jaw shut refusing to gle
word.
SWHO
Serena walked slowly over to the poisoned assistant.
She narrowed her bright eyes, watching the man’s veins bulge across his face.
Raising a hand, she leisurely pulled out one of the three needles.
A mouthful of black blood instantly surged from his throat.
As the blood splattered onto the white carpet, a faint, corrosive sizzle filled the air.
Dr. Dawson’s face changed drastically. “Is that the Obsidian Neurotoxin p>
“More than that,” Serena replied tonelessly. “It’s mixed with a hemolytic agent p>
Master Langford’s expression turned grim. “They didn’t even want to leave a corpse p>
The assistant’s eyes bulged in terror.
What kind of poison was this?
He wouldn’t even leave behind an intact body?
His jaw was still dislocated, rendering him unable to speak. He could only let out muffled whimpers.
Serena’s voice dropped colder. “Blink if you want to live p>
The assistant blinked twice, frantically.
Serena pressed two fingers against his neck, slowly pushing the last needle down another half-inch.
A cold sweat drenched the man as agonizing pain ripped through him.
Yet, the ghastly blue tint to his skin slowly began to fade.
Serena watched him, a callous smirk curving her lips. “The Obsidian Sun wants you dead But here, even the Grim Reaper has to wait in line behind me p>
A chill shot up the spines of everyone in the hall.
She was saving a life.
But her demeanor was more terrifying than a killer’s.
She was no bleeding-heart healer.
She was the demon standing before the gates of hell, daring death itself to cross
her.