Chapter 244 Kill a Thousand, Lose Eight Hundred

• The sweet scent Leon White had just caught—the datura bloom—was the bait to kick the hops poison raging inside him into overdrive.
• The moment the fragrance drifted in, he’d already guessed it.
• The man in black nodded and smiled. “Impressive. No wonder you’re my senior brother’s favorite student—sharp, worldly. Too bad you were smart your whole life and dumb for one second. You never figured I’d go after you through your so‑called family.”