Chapter 823:
“Don’t worry. There’s a chance for that,” Owen said, raising his hand.noveldrama
Suddenly, he pressed a button on his watch, and a needle shot into the floor.
He looked at the crowd with a sly smile.
“Do you know what that is? It’s a new technology.
As soon as this needle pierces your body, you will be poisoned and die in thirty minutes.”
The room’s mood shifted, and expressions slowly began to change.
Dottie locked eyes with Owen, her gaze sharp and icy.
“Owen, are you comfortable sitting in a position obtained like this?”
For some reason, everyone felt a slight sense of reassurance when she spoke.
“Ha-ha! It’s the position that truly counts.
Let’s start the voting again,” Owen sneered, glaring threateningly at the host.
But the host’s face immediately darkened.
He replied sternly, “No way! You’ve violated the election rules. Please leave immediately.”
“Still trying to act tough here, huh?” Owen said, preparing to activate his watch again when an unexpected commotion rippled through the audience.
In a blur of motion, the man in black standing next to Dottie crumpled to the floor.
The crowd gasped, unsure of what had just happened.
Dottie flicked her fingers with precision, sending a playing card whizzing through the air like a blade, slicing Owen’s hand.
Playing cards were seemingly innocuous items, passing through security without raising suspicions.
And Dottie had used that to her advantage.
“Ahh!” Owen screamed in pain, looking at his bleeding fingers in disbelief.
It was said that Dottie could turn anything into a weapon.
Even a mundane playing card could deliver devastating blows.
But the audience had only heard about it before.
They never expected to witness it firsthand.
As they saw it for the first time, they were filled with awe and admiration.
“Owen, I advise you to turn back,” Dottie said, walking toward the stage step by step.
“You vile woman! Seize her!” Owen roared, pointing at Dottie with his uninjured hand.
Several men in black charged at her.
But before they could get close, a flurry of playing cards flew out, slashing their throats.
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