"I was just wondering where I should look for you, yet here you are. Do you want to turn yourself in? Or do you want me to send you to the Public Security Bureau personally?" Jacob Ye asked.
"You should look for the mastermind instead," Cynthia said with a cold smile.
"So you are the witch doctor that harmed my brother?" Irene came up to her curiously. "I heard that you inherited ancient witchcraft, but you’re not as good as I thought. Your butt is not big, and your boobs are also small. You’re not that capable, are you?"
"What did you say?" Cynthia's expression suddenly changed. Irene's words were really vicious. In fact, her measurements were excellent. They were also her source of confidence as a woman, hence Irene’s words angered her.
She could not tolerate such a comment. She raised her right hand, and some golden powder formed a golden mist in the air. Dancing in the air, the golden mist suddenly enveloped Jacob as well as Irene.
"Golden Mist Poison."