Su Qing glanced at the telegraph machine on the desk. It was obvious the other party hadn't finished sending their message. But Su Qing had to know what they had already sent so she could react accordingly.
With this in mind, Su Qing smashed the telegraph machine to pieces with a single lash of her whip, then fed the man a drop of the gray liquid.
After some questioning, Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
