Chapter 457

"Don't worry. We'll leave as soon as you take the pill." The arrogant man waved his dagger. "You won't die immediately, so we have no reason to lie."

Shen Zhiqiang's gaze swept calmly over the three men.

"Fine."

He took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he'd merely eaten candy.

"Shen Zhiqiang!" Su Muqing screamed, struggling violently. The arrogant man dropped the dagger in panic.

If this woman died, He Siyan would skin him alive.

She stumbled toward Shen Zhiqiang, her trembling fingers clawing at his throat. "Spit it out! Now! Who told you to take it?"

Shen Zhiqiang caught her icy hands, his lips curving into a gentle smile. "Too late. It's already dissolved. Let me look at you properly."

"You're insane!" Su Muqing shook uncontrollably, tears blurring her vision. "I never asked you to save me... Why didn't you listen?"

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

Shen Zhiqiang knelt on one knee and pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling slightly. "Isn't protecting my wife the most natural thing? I'm the one who should apologize—for getting you hurt."

"If it weren't for me, they never would've touched you!" She gripped his collar, her nails digging into her own palms.

She hated her own helplessness.

Shen Zhiqiang cupped her tear-streaked face, his burning gaze imprinting her image into his soul. "This was my choice, and I'll never regret it. Promise me you'll live well after I'm gone."

"Stop talking..." She buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

The three assassins exchanged uneasy glances.

The tall one wiped his eyes and muttered, "Boss, this is too much..."

The square-faced man sniffled. "Reminds me of my wife..."

The arrogant man scratched his head irritably. "Let's go. Give them some privacy."

Outside the hotel, the three climbed into a rundown van.

The arrogant man changed clothes while dialing a number. "It's done. Shen Zhiqiang took the poison."

He Siyan's icy voice came through. "I want to see him die with my own eyes."

"Relax, this poison is—" The call cut off abruptly. The man cursed and tossed his phone aside. "Rich bastard!"

The square-faced man rummaged for clean clothes when his fingers brushed against a sealed plastic bag.

His face turned deathly pale. "B-Boss! The pills... They're still here!"