"If you do wrong, you best prepare for karma."
Yet in reality, not every evil deed yields retribution, and the wicked seldom prepare for it in their minds.
Hachael, scared out of his wits, wanted to retreat, but he was powerless to free his hand from Michael's grip. He turned to his close subordinates, anger flashing in his eyes as he yelled,
"Are you all dead? What are you standing around for! Quick, kill this man!"
The onlookers surrounding them began realizing, Michael’s previous act had been a facade. They were perplexed though. Hachael had undoubtedly poisoned the drink, yet the man who had drunk all the poison seemed perfectly alright.
The two burly men holding Sulitia, along with a few others, snapped back to their senses and began to rush forward to save Hachael.
Michael released Hachael’s wrist.
Before Hachael could even rejoice, he felt a chill on his neck. When he reached out to touch it, his hand came back covered in fresh blood.