So satisfying! The Great Demon King wiped out everyone equally!

Chapter 173 The White Moonlight Who Died Early in the Substitute Novel (10)

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Lao Qin quickly regained his composure.

The visitor was Wen Dong. He walked in casually and, seeing Lao Qin's disheveled appearance, asked in confusion, "Brother Qin, what happened to you? I knocked on the door for ages before you answered. Why are you sweating so much?"

Old Qin quickly made an excuse: "It's just that the room is too stuffy and hot."

Then he quickly changed the subject: "What did you want to see me about?"

Wen Dong's eyes lit up with fervor, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he said excitedly, "Brother Qin, my brother has developed a new batch of goods, and he wants you to go and take a look! The purity of that stuff is frighteningly high, it's practically a rare find in the world! What do you think, should we find someone... to give it a good test?"

I can't wait to see how those people will look in pain and contortion under this thing's influence, hahahaha! The laughter echoed in the empty room, like a demonic sound from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Looking at Wen Dong's insane state, Lao Qin knew that this damned madman had gone on another rampage. He was so young yet so perverted, taking pleasure in the suffering of others. His mentality was twisted to the extreme.

However, he dared not say anything. After all, the Wen brothers, Wen Dong and Wen Sheng, were a pair who enjoyed torturing people and developing drugs. If he offended them, he might end up using drugs himself someday.

Old Qin remained expressionless. "Okay, I'll go when I have time."

Seeing that Lao Qin was so "sensible," Wen Dong turned and left with a wildly smug look on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Qin went to the hospital. After a series of detailed examinations, including a proctology examination, the doctor told him expressionlessly, "There is no substantial illness in your body. You just need to exercise more and drink less alcohol."

"How could this be? Doctor, could you please check if I'm...poisoned? Please examine me carefully again!"

The doctor looked up impatiently. "Turn left after you leave. It's the psychiatry department. I think you have a mental problem."

Old Qin was taken aback by the doctor's sudden words. Not only was he not reassured, but he also felt that Cang Lan had given him a new type of poison.

That night, he felt as if countless fine needles were piercing his skin, and the itch went deep into his bones, but he couldn't relieve it by scratching. He couldn't sleep well either.

The very next day, the feeling intensified instead of lessened. It was as if all the energy in his body had been drained, leaving him listless, with sunken eyes and heavy dark circles under his eyes. In just two days, his body visibly shrunk, and Lao Qin felt as if he had been on drugs for two months.

So, gritting her teeth, she reluctantly dialed Pei Jinxiu's number. "Young Master Pei, Wen Sheng has developed a new batch of products, with a purity more than ten times that of the previous ones. If it can be successfully launched into the market, its potential profit margin is limitless. You're sure to make a fortune. Would you like to take a look yourself?"

After giving a soft "hmm" on the other end of the phone, Pei Jinxiu asked with a hint of scrutiny in his voice, "How's the matter I asked you to handle going?"

Old Qin's hand gripping the phone tightened suddenly, but he quickly regained his composure and tried to make his voice sound steady and reliable: "Young Master Pei, don't worry. Don't you know how I handle things? There will be absolutely no accidents. Everything is under control."

After he finished speaking, Lao Qin's heart was in his throat, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Fortunately, Pei Jinxiu didn't delve into it, simply replying, "That's good," before hanging up. Old Qin, hearing the dial tone, slumped back in his chair with a sigh of relief, but his anxiety hadn't completely subsided.

At 2 p.m. on the third day, Pei Jinxiu appeared at the villa entrance on time.

When Lao Qin saw his figure on the monitor, his tense nerves relaxed a little. But then, he started muttering to himself again, "Miss Mu, Young Master Pei has arrived. Please have mercy and show yourself. I can't take it anymore. Please give me the antidote!"

At this moment, Canglan suddenly appeared in the room and threw a black pill to Lao Qin.

Old Qin was overjoyed and quickly swallowed it. Instantly, he felt a cool sensation spread through his body, and the tormenting discomfort finally eased a little.

"This is only the first stage of the antidote. Next, hand over the evidence of Pei Jinxiu's drug trafficking, money laundering, and other illegal activities!" Cang Lan said casually.

Upon hearing this, Old Qin felt as if the sky were falling. With a bitter face, he said, "Miss Mu, please let me go. If Young Master Pei finds out, I'm dead. What's the difference between this and suicide?"

"Oh, you won't say that later!"

The next instant, Cang Lan forcibly transmitted the memory of Pei Jinxiu's previous life—when he retired from his life of crime and killed people to cover up his crimes, causing the Qin family to perish—into his mind.

Old Qin felt a sudden darkness engulf him, veins bulging on his forehead. He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse with anger:

"In my past life, I actually died like this. When I was following President Pei, I devoted myself wholeheartedly and risked my life for him. But I never expected that in the end, I would be betrayed by that ungrateful bastard Pei Jinxiu. For his own selfish interests, he pretended to retire from the criminal world and so cruelly killed me to silence me and make me a scapegoat. He didn't even spare my family. He truly deserves to be called President Pei's son. Cold-blooded and ruthless!"

In their past lives, they amassed enormous wealth through drug trafficking and sales, even extending their transactions to various countries, thanks to the huge profits they made.

However, their good fortune didn't last long. As the police began to notice their clues and gradually got closer to the truth, Pei Jinxiu meticulously planned a scheme to retire from the criminal world in order to protect himself.

He pinned the blame on them, fearing they would be caught by the police and betray him, so he secretly hired hitmen to eliminate them and their families one by one.

Canglan looked at Lao Qin quietly, without a trace of pity in her eyes. After all, they were all a bunch of damned rotten people!

"Hurry up, I'm in a rush!"

Old Qin's face instantly turned gloomy, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes. He turned around and walked to the cabinet by the wall. The cabinet was filled with all sorts of strange and unusual antiques. His gaze swept quickly over the antiques and finally settled on a simple and elegant porcelain vase.

He picked up the porcelain bottle and twisted it counterclockwise with force. He heard a slight turning sound, and a small hidden compartment slowly appeared on the wall.

Old Qin carefully reached into the hidden compartment and took out a thick stack of documents. He handed the documents to Cang Lan and said, “Miss Mu, this envelope contains irrefutable evidence of President Pei and that little bastard’s drug trafficking and manufacturing, including their transaction locations, contact persons, sales channels, and various related account details. Everything is here.”