At this moment, Evander Mullins realized that Kai Simmons had been laying the groundwork for a long time.
The poison in his body was definitely not something formed overnight.
"Evander, how was the stew I made? Quite tasty, wasn't it? Hahaha... cough cough... cough..."
Held by Evander Mullins, Kai Simmons cast a cold gaze at him and laughed, but as his laughter continued, his face turned even paler, accompanied by a few violent coughs, expelling mouthfuls of dark blood.
At the same time, the vitality in Kai Simmons began to wither, clearly teetering on the brink of death.
"The stew? So that's it... So that's how it is... It seems that from the very beginning, you never truly intended to take me as your master! I dare say I've treated you well, yet in the end, you dare to harm me… Unworthy disciple! Unworthy disciple!!"
Evander Mullins understood everything. His greenish face darkened further, to the point where it seemed like water could drip from it.
"Truly intended?"
