Afterward, someone brought over a transparent syringe.
It was filled with a full syringe of black liquid.
"Young Master…"
"Brother Chang, the Young Master has been generous to you, so he's letting you go without pain," the burly man beside him said as he saw the situation, "You've been with the Young Master longer than any of us, and you should know that no pain means instant death."
Luo Xiao didn't speak but reached out and took the syringe.
Upon seeing this, Chang Sheng's eyes widened, and his sturdy body began to tremble uncontrollably, causing the whole chair to shake. He screamed with all his might, "Young Master, no, please no! I really realize my mistake, Young Master, I beg you, please don't! I don't want that! I don't—!!"
"Chang Sheng, I'm doing this for your own good."
Luo Xiao flicked the syringe, grasped the plunger, and pushed slightly, forcing out a bit of the black liquid from the needle tip onto the ground, where it immediately spread with a foul smell!