Hong Yi's face changed drastically, his complexion pale as he realized something was wrong.
"Divine Sword Army Doctor?" Uncle Chen asked.
"Yes."
Xiao Han said indifferently, sitting down in front of Uncle Chen and the others, his gaze fixed on them as he spoke softly, "Why produce poison?"
He didn't strike immediately, but rather stared at the two, asking them some questions.
Uncle Chen looked at Xiao Han, speaking bitterly, "Because I wanted to make money. It was all my own doing, nothing to do with anyone else."
Hong Yi's body trembled; looking at Uncle Chen, he instantly understood what Uncle Chen meant—he was willing to take all the blame by himself.
However, once he took on all the guilt, even if their organization wouldn't lend any help, they were sure to die.
Hong Yi's face was ashen; he didn't want to die yet.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but Uncle Chen glared at him, and he shut up immediately.
