Anthony started to put pressure on Gabriel, "Hey, pretty face, I suggest you throw in the towel early. Once the poison is brewed, you won't even have a chance to regret it!"
Gabriel, with a calm expression, replied, "Honestly, I have to hand it to you for your guts, handing your life over to someone else. Have you ever considered that if he loses, it's you who'll pay the price?"
Anthony scoffed confidently, "That's rubbish! Mr. Hart's been mastering poisons for ages. You'll see soon enough!" Gabriel responded with a silent, knowing smile.
In no time, the servants trickled back, arms laden with herbs.
With the herbs in hand, the white-haired elder immediately got to work, his hands moving with a mesmerizing speed, like a master conductor leading an orchestra.
Gabriel, meanwhile, lounge
