Chapter 155
As Neil rolled around and screamed, his sweat was turning into ice while faint vapor swirled around him.
It was a scary sight–even Vicky was stunned as she looked on, since she had experienced the same symptoms when she was poisoned with Snowshade.
Still, Paul was smiling after reading the signs. “Calm down, Mr. Turnbull. The poison you took is cold–I can help you.”
Neil breathed a sigh of relief–the poison was no issue for Paul!
Whipping out a box of silver needles right then, he inserted one in the center of Neil’s solar plexus.
Neil was delighted right then–all his pain was gone!
Then Paul inserted twelve more needles at various other pressure points, while Neil soon recovered as if he was never poisoned.
Vicky was surprised that Paul was actually as good as he boasted, while Neil laughed smugly. ” Haha! Your poison is nothing, Frank Lawrence!”
“If I’m not mistaken, you were using cold poison,” Paul stroked his beard as he gloated as well, “Shame. I have studied that discipline myself years ago.”
Frank chuckled coolly, however. “It is cold poison, geezer, but not your run–of–the–mill cold poison. Your needles have merely stopped its effects for now–you didn’t break the poison at
all.”
“Nonsense,” Paul snapped. “I’ve checked Mr. Turnbull. The poison is gone.”
“Really? Why don’t you ch*ck his central nerve nodes?” Frank told him. “He’s afflicted with Snowshade, a technique of the Spirit Hill Sect. It lurks within those nodes to destroy nerves and veins from within, and the needles won’t stop it for that long.”
Paul did a double take.
However, he had read about the poison in old books, and he snapped, “You’re lying!
Snowshade does attack the central nerve nodes, but it needs a medium. And the poison in the bottle wasn’t cold–it’s definitely not Snowshade!”
“Have I ever said there’s poison in the bottle?”
“Then what is it?!” Paul demanded.
Frank pinched his nose. “It’s just a little catalyst called pee.”
“Pfft-” Vicky snickered without a care.
Neil’s face fell right then. “You made me drink pee?!”
Frank shrugged. “It’s good for your health.”
“Then when did you poison Mr. Turnbull…”
Paul trailed off as he remembered Frank grabbing Neil’s wrist.
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That must be it!
At the same time, Neil felt himself growing weaker, and he was soon convulsing in agony. You have to save me, Mr. Keaton…”
Paul was left at a loss. “I–I would, but I can’t!”
He had already felt how horrific Snowshade could be when he inserted his needles in Neil.
At the same time, he did not get it–why did Frank have it in his b*dy?
Vicky laughed haughtily just then, “Does that mean you’re conceding, Mr. Keaton?”
“Yes,” Paul replied.
He was indignant, but there was nothing he could do, just as he would never play around with Neil’s life!
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