The needle was poisoned.
The needle, longer than a middle finger, flashed coldly before she put it away, twisted open the water bottle's cap, and drank a few sips.
I'm dying of thirst!
She put the bottle on the table, took the keys hanging from the other person's waist, locked the door, looked left—the cold, icy room was still locked—looked right... Su Zimu's jailer had seen her and was about to blow his whistle...
Phut!
The long needle pierced his forehead.
Before the man could fall, she caught him, gently placed the body against the wall, and confirmed there were very few guards around, most of them inside the cells and not paying attention to the outside noise..
Ming Lanyuan stood outside Su Zimu's cell, about to open the door, when suddenly he heard a voice inside.
"The boss has already left... I suppose the girl didn't dare lie; she must have told the correct location... so we.."
"Don't talk nonsense, not until it's confirmed.."