Chapter 91 - 90: The Poison Sac
Ling Chen was startled and immediately reached for the man’s philtrum. As expected, there was no breath; he was dead.
He then took out his phone, lit up the screen, and examined the man’s face closely, noticing a trickle of black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"A poison sac?"
His brow furrowed slightly. This man had been carrying a poison sac in his mouth at all times. Such tactics were common, often used on devoted warriors in ancient times. Even in modern days, many secret organizations still use these archaic methods because they are secure, effective, and hard to detect.
At this moment, he was curious about this man’s identity and the powers backing him. Even in death, the man had not revealed any information, showing his unwavering loyalty to his organization. Any organization capable of instilling such loyalty in a person was not simple.
Collecting his emotions, he picked up the man’s cellphone, then stood up and returned to Nanrong Wanqing’s side. This man’s appearance was unexpected, but he hadn’t forgotten that the Snake King currently posed the greatest danger.
"The man... is he dead?"
"Uh-huh." Ling Chen nodded, looking at Nanrong Wanqing’s fair and delicate face, feeling somewhat at a loss for words. Why were there so many people wanting to harm her?