NovelBookMosby did not take the cup because he was afraid. Seeing this, Andrew ran out of patience and shoved the
poisoned concoction straight into his hands.
Mosby nearly burst into tears. "Andrew, d-don't touch me!"
However, Andrew ignored him completely. After handing over his poison, he casually reached for the one Mosby
had prepared.
Then, with a chilling grin, he raised his glass toward Mosby. "Cheers!"
Mosby held Andrew's poison in trembling hands, his entire body shaking. "Andrew, are you really planning to die
with me?"
Andrew shook his head. "No. I'm sending you off. Trust me, if I'm playing this gwith you, then there's only
one ending-you're the one who dies."
With that, he raised his glass and tilted it toward his lips.
Mosby did not move. Deep down, he was banking on Andrew's death—if the kid dropped, victory was his.
Just right as Andrew's lips touched the cup, he paused, lowered it, and gave Mosby a smirk full of wicked
amusement. "What's going on? I'm already ready to toast—don't tellyou're chickening out now. If you're too
scared, go ahead and surrender. | might even be kind enough to let you walk away."
Mosby snapped, "I'll drink it! I'm drinking now!"
Yet, just as he stared into the murky liquid Andrew had handed him, cold sweat poured down his back. After all,
just a sip of this stuff could send him straight to the afterlife.
That so-called backup plan Preston and Clifford mentioned-saving him in time? Total bullshit. He knew those two
old bastards did not care whether he lived or died.
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Suddenly, everyone in the arena held their breath-Andrew had taken the lead and downed a small sip from
Mosby's poison.
Then, he calmly set the cup down. "The taste is a bit odd... but manageable."
As he tilted his head and smacked his lips like he was sampling wine, Mosby felt his world collapse. 'What the
hell? Why's he still standing? Is he immune to poison? How is he fine?"
Shocked out of his senses, Mosby's hands shook violently, and sof the poison sloshed over the rim, dripping
onto the floor. The stone floor immediately hissed and sizzled as it corroded, holes and smoke appearing right
away.
That was the last straw, and Mosby's courage shattered in an instant. The cup slipped from his hands, smashing
into pieces on the floor.
"I won't drink it! | can't drink it! | surrender-I admit defeat!!" Mosby
screa before collapsing onto the
knees hitting the stone
with a dull thud.
That poison had eaten through marble. If he drank it, his insides would have turned to sludge.
The arena erupted into the loudest roar yet, and everyone stood, thundering applause ringing through the air.
"The champion of the Grand Medical Summit... Andrew Lloyd! Congratulations!" Preston and Clifford had to
muster every ounce of energy just to get the words out. Their wrinkled faces were stiff with rage and humiliation,
but there was nothing they could do.
If they had been in Mosby's shoes, they would have pissed themselves before even holding the cup.
Rafael pointed furiously at Andrew, roaring, "That drink wasn't even poisonous, was it?!"
Derek's expression hardened. "Mr. Driscoll, watch your words! The poison Andrew drank was prepared by Dr.
Lake in front of everyone. How could it not be toxic?"
Rafael snapped, "Then how the hell is Andrew still standing? | don't know what kind of trick this is, but that cup
needs to be inspected!"
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It was pure poison.
Rafael, Derek, and half the arena were left speechless.
Was Andrew even human?
Just like that, the match was settled, and all that remained was the award
ceremony. Andrew accepted everything without hesitation, claiming every prize in
full.
Most importantly, he snatched the fragmented treasure map straight from
Clifford's hand and shoved it into his pocket.
Clifford gave a sheepish smile and
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