Chapter 382: Chapter 242 Dessert Master

"You see, staying alive is often quite easy, but living with dignity requires some tricks," said a man in a black suit, smiling at the person gasping on the ground.

"You... you bastard... you'll get your comeuppance..." the person on the ground lay there powerless, her body paralyzed by the toxin and utterly unable to move.

"Comeuppance? I've never believed in comeuppance, but if possible, after you've gone down, you could visit me in a dream and let me know if it's real or not." The man said with a smile, unhurriedly pulling out a plastic bag and slipping it over the other's head.

Struggling, agony, convulsions, but soon, there was no more movement.

And throughout, the man's smile stayed fixed on his face, unchanging, like a mask.

"Mission accomplished." The man didn't let go until he could no longer feel a heartbeat, only then did he relax his grip and put the bag away.

He took out his phone, sent a text, and then began humming a tune, preparing to leave the place.