The Second Poison
He coldly stared at Julian D'Aurelius and said, "Julian, you dare to snatch things from me? Today is your death day."
The words didn't come out as a shout.
They came out steady.
Controlled.
Which made them far more dangerous.
Lucas stood there, chest rising and falling, the night wind brushing past his face—but his gaze never wavered. It was locked onto Julian like a blade pressed against a throat.
He had initially planned to bide his time and deal with this kid through assassination.
That had been the smart move.
The clean move.
Quiet.
Efficient.
But now?
Now, that plan meant nothing.
Because this had crossed his bottom line.
To dare to plot against him in secret!
To humiliate him—
Poison him—
Play him like a fool in front of everyone—
That wasn't something he could let slide.
Not even for a second.
After speaking, he quickly opened the mechanism of the Nine Palaces Lock on the lion Gem statue.
His fingers moved with practiced precision.
