Chapter 63: Why Isn't This Bastard Dead Yet?

"Rest assured, my Lord, I will certainly accomplish this mission smoothly this time. The poison I am using is a newly formulated product that I meticulously blended. It is extremely rare, and simple tests cannot even detect any abnormalities; it can only be detected when sent to a laboratory for analysis with precision instruments."

The "Red Dragonfly" spy, planted deep within the Special Operations Team, sent his final message to headquarters via a specially crafted, covert communicator.

The identity he was currently masquerading under belonged to a man named Wang Le, who was in charge of logistics and rear support for the Special Operations Team. The organization had prepared for this role long ago: his facial features had been surgically altered, his fingerprints adjusted, and he had memorized every single detail of the target's interpersonal relationships with absolute fluency.

Having successfully worked undercover within the Special Operations Team for over three years, he had diligently disguised himself all this time. His diet strictly adhered to Grand Xia standards—he drank spicy soup, ate noodles, devoured scallion pancakes, spoke Grand Xia's language with flawless fluency, and had even mastered the coveted Asian squat, a skill unique to Asians.

During all this time, he had not received a single mission; simply remaining hidden was enough.

He was beginning to feel as though he truly were a citizen of Grand Xia.

All of this was to bide his time for this crucial moment.

Moreover, he had been exceptionally lucky this time. Relying on his polished culinary skills and his cover as a nutritional adjustment expert, he had actually been assigned the task of cooking for the students who had recently awakened their supernatural abilities.

After infiltrating for so long, the moment to finally shine had arrived. Naturally, Wang Le was immensely excited.

As a top-tier "master alchemist of death," he had already devised his plan: by combining various elixirs, he would send all of these students into a state of violent berserk frenzy.

Given the school's current facilities, such a toxin was incurable, and they would inevitably have to be sent outside for medical treatment. The organization would then seize the opportunity to strike—the plan was simply flawless.

He could already imagine how the organization would reward him for such a monumental achievement. It might be a set of cybernetic prosthetics, or perhaps enhancement serums, or maybe, in a burst of generosity, they would grant him the status of a quasi-knight.

Any of those options was irresistibly tempting.

"Rin-rin-rin—"

The bell for the afternoon long break rang out.

Wang Le had made his preparations. This time, it was his custom-crafted energy drink. Similar to the meal boxes from earlier, neurotoxins had been added to them. While they were difficult to detect, a single dose lacked lethal power.

However, when the two toxins were mixed together, their potency would increase exponentially.

Those newly awakened superhuman students definitely wouldn't be able to withstand that kind of shock.

For this concoction, Wang Le had even given it a lovely name: "Evil mua~", commonly known as the Kiss of the Demon. He had been exceedingly cautious with this; this slow-acting drug required at least six hours to take effect, which would give him ample time to plan his retreat.

The flawless plan and perfect implementation strategy were truly impregnable.

Just as Wang Le was pushing the food cart and feeling rather smug about his foolproof plan, he suddenly felt as though the cart was shaking.

"Huh?" Wang Le felt puzzled. He lowered his head to look at the ground. The school's floor was exceptionally smooth, completely devoid of any pits or depressions.

Yet, somehow, the cart simply refused to budge, as if an invisible person was engaging in a tug-of-war with him on the other end.

Just as he was feeling perplexed, with a sudden *pop*, the wheel on the right detached. Wang Le had never expected a plastic wheel to blow out like that. Losing his grip, the cart tilted and crashed to the ground.

The energy drinks he had painstakingly prepared spilled everywhere in a messy cascade.

"Fuck!"

"Did the axle beam of the wheel snap? Why is the quality of things manufactured in Grand Xia so abysmal?"

Wang Le couldn't help but curse out loud. Fortunately, these drinks all came with outer packaging bags, and he had prepared plenty of extras. Even though a few were lost in the tumble, the quantity was still more than enough.

Just as he bent down, intending to right the food cart, Su逸, a helpful, kind, and amiable senior high school boy, "happened" to walk out of the classroom door, and at the same time, "happened" to witness this exact scene.

"Teacher, did you make these drinks?"

Su逸 picked up a drink, scrutinized it for a moment, and a rare smile quickly appeared on his face.

Lifting his gaze to look at the student who had suddenly appeared before him, Wang Le answered directly and bluntly, "Mhm, these are health drinks formulated specifically for you all, and they were all meticulously blended by me."

As an undercover operative hidden for many years, he did not deny it.

Besides, once the mission was completed shortly, this identity of Wang Le would no longer serve any purpose. By then, he would have slipped away cleanly, so it wouldn't matter even if he were exposed.

"So you made them..." Su逸 said meaningfully, his tone shifting abruptly a moment later. "Then let me help you put the bottles on the table."

Seeing the enthusiastic demeanor of the student before him, Wang Le returned the smile and pointed at the food cart.

"Just leave the drinks on the cart. I'll take off the wheel on the other side, and later we can carry the whole thing into the classroom."

Though his words were polite, as he stared at the foolish-looking Su逸 who was eager to help, his heart was filled with mockery and disdain.

Stupid student.

He had no idea at all that what he was holding in his hands was a lethal poison, yet he still wanted to help—he was truly digging his own grave with his own hands.

The more helpful someone was, the faster they deserved to die; I'll poison you first later.

As for the Special Operations Team, they were merely an auxiliary institution of the military.

Grand Xia hadn't even officially recognized them. No matter how they resisted, without overt support, relying on this mere handful of people to fight the organization was simply far too naive.

Wang Le's movements were swift. He easily removed the left wheel of the cart as well, stood back up, and prepared to haul the cart into the classroom.

However.

The moment his gaze swept over the iron tabletop of the cart, he froze in place.

The table was completely empty. The drinks that had been tightly packed on it were now reduced to scattered, helter-skelter empty bottles lying in all directions.

Where the hell were his specially crafted drinks?

Wait, buddy, weren't there a dozen or so bottles just a moment ago? How did they all become empty?!

Those drinks had completely exhausted his reserve of poisons!

His gaze shifted upward.

He saw Su逸 casually chugging a drink down his throat with loud gulps. "Teacher, the flavor isn't bad at all. Your craftsmanship is truly superb."

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. "Student... weren't you supposed to be helping? What is this?"

"I am helping!"

"Then what about the drinks?!"

"Helping you pick up the bottles, and now the bottles are back on the table," Su逸 pointed shamelessly with his finger.

"You motherf..." Looking at that pile of empty bottles, Wang Le wanted to curse, but restrained by the basic professionalism of an undercover agent, he forced the words back down.

In the time it took him to fix a single wheel, the guy had drunk all those drinks? Even in a competitive eating contest, nobody could swallow that fast!

"Teacher, aren't these meant for the students to drink? Or did you add some kind of special ingredients into them?"

Su逸 put on an innocent expression and probed with a pointed remark.

Hearing this, Wang Le's mouth twitched as he repeatedly denied it, "How could that be? Drink up if you want them; I can just make another batch, haha..."

He forced a laugh, having no choice but to watch helplessly as Su逸 returned to the classroom, while his own mind was already a tangled mess of chaos.

Having just eaten a meal box, combined with the dosage of over a dozen bottles, no matter how slow-acting the poison was, it couldn't possibly be that slow.

To ensure it could harm strengthened superhumans, the toxicity had been deliberately ramped up.

It was bound to take effect immediately!

The more he thought about it, the more Wang Le felt that something terrible was about to happen.

His originally flawless plan had been completely shattered just like that. If the student before him were to drop dead from the poison right now, the Special Operations Team would undoubtedly launch a thorough investigation, and in this short span of time, escaping was simply out of the question.

Was this student a demon sent by God specifically to torture him?

Wang Le's heart fluttered with anxiety as he frantically racked his brain for a way to slip out of the Special Operations Team's grasp within ten minutes, but absolutely nothing came to mind.

Fear inevitably welled up in his heart.

He nervously watched the movements inside the room.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes—the bell rang, class started, class ended...

That student who had drunk all the poison was still acting completely fine, as if nothing had happened at all.

Wang Le's mood shifted from initial nervousness, fear, and worry about being exposed, gradually turning into utter confusion and shock.

"Why isn't this guy dead yet?"