Andrew said coldly, "Just like you said, the other challenges are child's play. If we're going to compete, let's make it thrilling."

The sudden chill in his eyes made Mosby instinctively tense. "What kind of challenge?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "You'd better spell it out—what exactly are we talking about here?"

Since life and death had been brought up, he could not help but feel nervous.

Andrew slowly raised a finger and pointed at his forehead, grinning sinisterly. "We're going to test poisons. The rules are simple—you make a bowl of poison, and I make one too. Then, we drink each other's concoction. Whoever's still standing in the end… wins."

Before Mosby could even respond, the crowd let out a collective gasp, hairs standing on end.

A guy exclaimed, "Drink poison? Is Andrew insane?"

"This is practically a death match. He's really pushing Dr. Lake to the edge. Is he so skilled, so fearless, that he sees life and death as a game now? No way—I refuse to be