106: Chapter 106 This poison is quite potent!

Nightingale gently shook the wine bottle, allowing the poison to achieve perfect Fusion with the wine.

Then, she ran to the pantry and nimbly grabbed a plate of ready-made peanuts and spiced beef.

After finishing all this, she carried the tray, took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and returned to the terrace.

"You're here?"

Wang Dachui watched Nightingale approach with the wine and food, waving at her with a smile.

"Put it here."

Nightingale carefully placed the wine and food on the small rattan table, then picked up the wine bottle, intending to pour a drink for Wang Dachui.

"No need for such trouble."

Wang Dachui waved his hand and snatched the bottle directly:

"I don't like using cups when I drink; it's not satisfying enough. We Jianghu folk should drink straight from the bottle!"

As he spoke, he bit the cork off.

"Pop!"

A rich aroma of wine instantly wafted out.

Nightingale stood to the side, her hands tightly clasped together, palms sweating.

She was nervous, yet also expectant.

"Drink! Drink it quickly!"

She screamed frantically in her heart.

Wang Dachui raised the bottle and sniffed it under his nose.

"Hmm... Good wine! This flavor is authentic!"

He exclaimed in praise, then tilted his head back, gulped down a large mouthful!

In that instant, Nightingale's eyes were fixed intently on Wang Dachui's bobbing Adam's apple.

Watching the black poisoned wine slide down his throat and enter his stomach.

"It's done!"

Nightingale shouted wildly in her heart, a massive sense of joy at the imminent completion of her mission instantly filling her chest.

He drank it!

Such a large mouthful, at least two taels!

Never mind a human; even a Tier 5 exotic beast would have its intestines perforated and stomach rotted by now!

"Ha—!"

Wang Dachui put down the bottle, wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and revealed an extremely satisfied expression:

"Refreshing! This wine is quite strong! It feels hot in my stomach, like a ball of fire is burning!"

Nightingale lowered her head, the corners of her mouth curling into a cruel sneer.

Hot? Heh, that's the precursor to the poison taking effect!

That is your stomach lining being corroded, your liver dissolving, your heart failing!

Counting down three seconds.

Three... Two... One... Die!

However. Three seconds passed. Five seconds passed. Ten seconds passed.

The scene she imagined of Wang Dachui bleeding from his seven orifices and convulsing on the ground did not appear.

On the contrary, although Wang Dachui's face was getting redder and redder, he did not show any signs of pain; instead... his expression became somewhat strange?

"Gurgle—"

Suddenly, a massive, thunder-like rumbling sound emanated from Wang Dachui's stomach.

The sound was so loud that in this quiet night, it was practically deafening.

Wang Dachui's expression changed, he clutched his stomach, and his brows furrowed tightly:

"What the f*ck? What's going on?"

"Is this wine... expired?"

"Why is my stomach churning like a stormy sea after drinking this?"

Immediately after, he felt as if a raging fire was out of control inside his body.

That wasn't ordinary drunkenness, nor was it the severe pain of poisoning, but an extremely domineering, extremely violent rejection reaction!

That was the passive defense mechanism of the Perfect Primarch being activated!

As the ultimate direction of human evolution, Wang Dachui's body cells possessed terrifying identification and rejection capabilities.

The moment the Myriad Poison Heart-Eating Powder, a highly toxic substance, entered his stomach, his cells were not killed; instead, as if encountering an invading virus, they instantly entered a state of total rampage!

His entire digestive System was convulsing madly, secreting large amounts of mucus to coat the toxins.

All his Qi and blood were converging toward his abdomen, attempting to forcibly expel this "foreign object" from his body!

Simply put—a super-enhanced version of acute gastroenteritis!

"Ouch, no good! My stomach hurts! It's going to explode!"

Wang Dachui felt an irresistible primordial force rushing straight to his lower regions; it was the ultimate battle between human dignity and his sphincter.

"The urge to defecate is coming! I can't hold it back!"

He threw the wine bottle in his hand, clutched his butt, clamped his legs together, and like a firework with its tail lit, he rushed toward the bathroom inside the house in an extremely twisted and rapid posture.

"Xiao Cao! Watch the wine and food! I'll be right back!"

Before the words even finished, he was already gone.

Leaving behind only a gust of wind, and the earth-shattering... that followed from the direction of the bathroom.

"Pfft—!!!" "Pitter-patter—!!!"

That sound, like a string of firecrackers, or like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, even made the windows of the main house vibrate slightly.

Nightingale, standing on the terrace: "..."

She stood frozen in place, disheveled in the wind, completely dumbfounded.

This... this is the effect of the Myriad Poison Heart-Eating Powder? Diarrhea?!

This f*cking poison can kill a dinosaur! It's the treasure of the Abyss Sect!

He drank two taels, and it was actually just... diarrhea?!

What the f*ck is this man's stomach made of?! Is it made of Vibranium?!

"Could it be... that the poison expired?" "Or is it... that some ingredient in the wine neutralized the toxicity?"

Nightingale fell into deep self-doubt.

She picked up the remaining wine on the table, leaned in to sniff it, but didn't dare to actually drink it, only standing there with a bewildered expression.

Listening to the continuous, seemingly endless detoxifying sounds coming from the bathroom.

Nightingale suddenly felt that her career as an S-rank assassin had encountered an unprecedented Waterloo.

"Can this mission... still be completed?"

"If even a sure-kill poison can't kill him, do I have to take a knife and hack him?"

"But looking at the speed with which he ran to the toilet... with this physical fitness, can I even cut him?"

Nightingale stood on the terrace for a while, listening to the commotion over there that didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon.

She gritted her teeth and decided to retreat first.

"Regardless, I'll go back and observe for a while."

"What if he dies of exhaustion while pooping?"

"Right! Even a hero can't withstand three bouts of diarrhea! Even an S-rank powerhouse would be wasted after pooping all night!"

Holding onto this sliver of wishful thinking, Nightingale didn't dare stay long. While Wang Dachui was still battling with the toilet, she quickly cleaned up the wine and food and snuck back to her West Wing Room maid quarters.

She closed the door, leaned against the door panel, her heart still pounding wildly.

"I hope he dies... He must die..."