Andrew smirked. "Poisoning the air ensures that even those who didn't drink the tea would still be affected. This was the brilliant master plan you and Michael were so confident about, wasn't it?"

His casual, almost mocking tone sent a chill through the room.

Michael was not the only one looking shaken now. Even Bane, who had been grinning wickedly before, had gone completely silent. His expression darkened, filled with unease.

"You actually noticed the colorless poison? Impressive, Andrew. You continue to surprise me," Bane admitted.

He was shocked but refused to let it show. Men like him had spent their lives in the underworld, and they were masters of deception, skilled at keeping their emotions hidden.

"But even if you did figure it out and even if you didn't get poisoned, it doesn't change a thing," Bane sneered.

Michael grinned menacingly. "Yeah, Andrew, you might've dodged the poison, but so what? Bane and I have more than enough people here to take you down."

Bane