Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Evening, Lin's Restaurant.

Since Lin Ran rejected Lin Zhiyao's request, she has ignored Lin Ran for several days.

Lin Ran was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Lin Haozhe also quieted down, making Lin Ran feel that this guy was up to something.

Surely they couldn't have been defeated by their own actions?

As I was pondering this, I saw Lin Haozhe carrying a large bowl of fish soup into the restaurant.

His steps were somewhat stiff, he held the soup bowl in both hands, and his face wore an expression of trying hard to maintain composure.

Lin Ran raised an eyebrow.

This guy's behavior today seems suspicious no matter how you look at it.

It's not that Lin Haozhe had never helped serve dishes in the kitchen before.

Back when Liu Cuilan was still living in the Lin family, he often went to the kitchen to help out.

Although it happens less often now, he still lends a hand whenever Song Yishu cooks.

The problem lies in his tense expression.

They seemed nervous, as if afraid of being discovered.

It's hard not to arouse suspicion.

Lin Ran was puzzled: How dare this guy? If he poisoned the soup, wouldn't he be sending the entire Lin family to their deaths?

With a thought, he gave an order to the Lord of Xuan Chen in his mind: "Set up an illusion array to cover everyone at this table."

The lazy voice of the Lord of Xuan Chen echoed deep within his mind: "Why make it so complicated? Just crush them already!"

"What's the point of crushing him?" Lin Ran scoffed. "Just do as I say."

Lord Xuanchen snorted, and a faint ripple spread out, enveloping the entire Lin family villa.

From this moment on, everything that the Lin family sees, hears, and smells is determined by Lin Ran.

Lin Haozhe placed the soup bowl in the center of the table, stepped back to his seat, and secretly glanced at Lin Ran across from him.

"This fish soup doesn't taste quite right." Lin Ran's gaze fell on Lin Haozhe's face, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Upon hearing this, Lin Haozhe paused slightly, then looked puzzled: "Isn't that right? It tastes the same as usual to me."

Lin Hongbo leaned closer to smell it; the soup was milky white, with a fragrant aroma, and a few bright green scallions floating on the surface.

"Really? It looks normal. Let me try it."

He poured himself a bowl, took two sips, smacked his lips, and said, "No problem, it's quite fresh."

"Oh." Lin Ran withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent. "That's probably just the smell of fish."

Lin Zhiyao pouted: "We've only had a few days of good times, and you're already starting to pick and choose..."

"That makes sense." Lin Ran nodded. "It really shouldn't be like that."

After saying that, he also served himself a bowl of fish soup and placed it on the table in front of him.

Lin Haozhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of the soup in his bowl.

As the soup entered his mouth, the tension in his eyes finally subsided somewhat.

But he waited and waited, and Lin Ran's bowl of soup remained unmoved in its original place.

Lin Ran picked up a piece of green vegetable and a piece of braised pork, but didn't touch the soup.

After a while, Lin Haozhe's heart was in his throat again.

He had been worrying for several days after receiving the order, unable to find an opportunity to poison Lin Ran alone.

The martial arts exam is tomorrow, and he can't wait any longer.

So he came up with a compromise: he drugged everyone together and then gave Lin Ran poison alone.

This plan is risky, but in practice it is more reliable than poisoning Lin Ran alone.

He also drank the secret medicine, and afterwards pretended to be unconscious with her, which would clear most of the suspicion.

Therefore, he took the antidote in advance, drank the soup normally, and waited for everyone to faint.

Unfortunately, despite all his calculations, he didn't anticipate that Lin Ran, who used to drink soup with every meal, wouldn't touch it at all today.

Lin Haozhe finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother Ran, your soup is getting cold."

"It's cold, so be it." Lin Ran said without looking up. "I never liked soup anyway."

Lin Haozhe felt a lump in his throat.

He clearly remembered that Lin Ran drank two bowls of soup during his first meal at the Lin family home.

Now you're saying you don't like soup? Did you discover something?

Time ticked by, and Lin Haozhe's palms began to sweat.

The drug was about to take effect, and if Lin Ran didn't drink the soup soon, the others would collapse first, and his entire plan would be ruined.

"This fish soup tastes pretty good." He tried to make his tone sound casual. "It would be a shame if Brother Ran didn't try it."

"Really?" Lin Ran looked up at him. "Then I'll try it."

He picked up the bowl, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

The empty bowl was placed back on the table with a soft thud.

Lin Ran nodded: "Yes, it tastes really good."

A hint of joy flashed across Lin Haozhe's eyes.

Become!

No matter how strong you are, you'll still fall into my hands.

He waited a few more moments.

Based on the dosage he administered, the drug should have already taken effect.

But everyone at the table remained seated perfectly well in their respective places.

Lin Hongbo was picking up food, Song Yishu was drinking soup, and the three sisters were all eating their own food, showing no signs of fainting.

Lin Haozhe's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the sleeping pills had expired?

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Why do I feel a little dizzy?"

He froze as soon as he finished speaking.

Because Lin Ran directly arranged for the Lord of Xuan Chen to create a scene where everyone fainted.

Lin Hongbo slammed his forehead against the edge of the table with a muffled thud.

Next up was Song Yishu, who leaned back in her chair, her hand slipping off the edge of the table.

Subsequently, Lin Zhiyao, Lin Zhiwan, and Lin Zhixia fainted one after another.

Lin Ran finally collapsed, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes, and breathing evenly.

The entire restaurant fell silent.

Lin Haozhe waited another ten breaths to confirm that everyone had lost consciousness.

He stood up, walked around the dining table, went to Lin Ran's side, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and uncorked it.

The bottle was tilted, and a drop of dark green liquid hung from the opening.

"Lin Ran, don't blame me." He lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "Who told you to block the adults' way?"

He reached out his other hand, grabbed Lin Ran's chin, and poured the venom into his mouth.

The dark green liquid disappeared between their lips and teeth.

Lin Haozhe straightened up and exhaled a long breath.

It's over, it's all over!

"Really?" a familiar voice rang out.

Lin Haozhe froze on the spot, a chill running down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

He slowly lowered his head, only to see Lin Ran, who should have died from poisoning, looking at him casually.

"Which sir?" Lin Ran pressed.

Lin Haozhe's pupils contracted sharply: "How are you alright?"

Why would something happen to me?

"You clearly..." Lin Haozhe's voice began to tremble.

Lin Ran finished his sentence for him: "You clearly fed him poison, how come you're acting like nothing happened?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Lin Haozhe's voice suddenly rose, almost out of control: "I personally forced it into your mouth! You couldn't possibly still be alive!"

"Is it possible?" Lin Ran shrugged. "I'm immune to all poisons?"

Lin Haozhe was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief: "Could it be that your talent isn't F-level strength, but rather a poison-resistant physique?"

"You actually believe that?" Lin Ran's lips curled up slightly.

Lin Haozhe's expression froze again: "Then how could you...?"

"What you see isn't necessarily true," Lin Ran interrupted him, then asked the air, "Do you have the means to control others?"

Lin Haozhe looked around in horror. Apart from the two of them, everyone else in the restaurant was still in a drowsy position.

"Who are you talking to?"

This kind of unknown fear is often the most terrifying.

The voice of the Lord of Xuan Chen rang in Lin Ran's mind: "Why bother with all that trouble? Just kill them and be done with it."

"The mastermind behind this hasn't come forward yet, so killing him won't do much good." Lin Ran once again rejected the Xuan Chen Lord's suggestion.

After a moment, the Lord of Xuan Chen tentatively replied, "The means of controlling others are not exactly legitimate methods."