Christopher shook his head before turning to look at the foaming person next to him and looking back at Hansel. “You mentioned that he is now in a severe coma and cannot be cured, correct?” Hansel glanced at Christopher coldly and answered, “Yes. You’d better pay up quickly. My brother’s life is not something a cook like you can save. Besides, it’s not even your place to speak here. Get lost. How dare a rubbish cook speak up on behalf of your boss this way! Do you not know the severity of the situation here? When this gets exposed through the media later, you’ll be the unlucky loser to get sacrificed first. Are you scared now? Hah! Loser! If you know your place and get lost now, you can still protect yourself. As for the matters here, stop caring and just go away now. When Hansel spoke, there didn't seem to be the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes as he only kept scolding Christopher. His words became more and more brutal, making Christopher’s expression grow colder as well. Whoosh! A silver needle in Christopher’s hand was shot out. A shadow was swept out along with the needle, and almost unnoticeably, it pierced the body of the unconscious man who had his eyes closed and was foaming at the mouth. "Hahaha!" The moment this person was pierced by Christopher’s silver needle, he laughed. He stopped foaming from his mouth while his eyes shot open, then he held his belly while laughing. The laughter spread quickly into the ears of people around him. This series of changes stunned everyone present. “Well, didn’t you say that he was deeply poisoned and was unable to move? How come he could suddenly laugh so loudly? Besides, he doesn't look weak at all!” Christopher sneered and looked at Hansel next to him while saying out loud. Hearing his laughter, Hansel’s face suddenly showed a touch of panic before he hurriedly looked at the news reporter next to him, as if to ask for help. The journalist’s eyes flickered. Then, as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly brought the microphone to Christopher again. “Mr. Yard, although the poisoned gentleman survived by chance, this is also to the doctor’s credit; the poisoning of your restaurant still cannot be excused." Hearing this, the gloominess on Christopher’s face became more and more obvious. Now, he could be absolutely sure that these journalists and the poisoned man next to him were a team. Christopher was not a big-hearted person after all. Should someone provoke him, he would not let it go easily. He told himself to remember the face of this news reporter closely. “Alright. If that’s the case, do you mind lending me your hand for a while? Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” Hearing the reporter’s words, the corner of Christopher’s mouth wound up, and he looked at the reporter next to him with a touch of playfulness in his eyes. When the news reporter heard what Christopher said, he was taken aback for a moment, then he glanced at Christopher weirdly before stretching his hand out in confusion. Hansel, who had been watching over the entire situation, didn’t know what Christopher wanted to do with the reporter’s hand at first. However, when Christopher took the reporter’s hand and approached his so-called brother next to him, he immediately understood. Immediately, panic washed over Hansel’s face, and he hurriedly reached out to stop Christopher. However, Christopher’s hand was faster—he held the reporter’s hand and touched the mouth of the poisoned man before Hansel could even get to him. Without hesitation, under the reporter’s surprised eyes, Christopher forced the reporter to wipe the mouth of the poisoned man with his hand, causing the poisoned man to scream. With that, under everyone’s dumbfounded gaze, the purple tint on the corner of the poisoned man’s mouth was erased, revealing his ruddy lips. As the crowd saw the scene unfold right in front of them, it was obvious they could tell what happened, so they started to talk amongst each other. “The f*ck? It turns out that his purple lips are painted on! God damn, it looks real as hell!” “Is this guy actually an actor? Damn. He was just lying motionless on the ground a while ago, and I swear I didn't have the slightest clue. It was so realistic!” “I know, right! I’ve seen enough fake acting to know one, but this? I’ll give it a 10 out of 10. That’s some good acting right there.” Almost everyone in the crowd had something to say about the purple-lipped, ‘poisoned’ man. The exclamations were pouring out endlessly from their mouths. While the poisoned man’s purple lips were being wiped off, he was still laughing like a maniac because the needle that Christopher had pierced into his laughing acupoints had not been extracted. “Well, I’m sure everyone has seen for themselves—this person is well and alive and laughing happily. Besides, the purple lips he had were painted on. Are they all part of this kneeling man’s schemes? I guess everyone has an answer in their heart.” A smirk appeared at the corner of Christopher’s mouth while he pointed to the so-called ‘poisoned’ person and spoke. When the crowd heard what Christopher had said, a look of shame painted their faces. After all, they were almost deceived by this kneeling man. Who would have thought something like this would still happen in this day and age! Meanwhile, the news reporter at the side felt disgusted when he saw the purple stain on his finger. He then shook his hands vigorously and tried to wipe it on the poisoned man’s shirt for a long time before actually giving up. After the news reporter finished wiping the stain off, he and Hansel glanced at each other. Their eyes flickered slightly, then they nodded in unison at each other. When they were about to leave, another slightly arrogant voice rang among the crowd. Hearing this voice, a touch of joy immediately crept up on Hansel’s face. “Who are all of you? Who made the complaint to the Consumer Association just now? Show yourself!” When Christopher heard this voice, he began to frown again. He saw a pot-bellied, round-faced person in front of him. When he walked, the excessive fats on his body were even jiggling under his black suit. He walked slowly toward Christopher and the rest. Behind this pot-bellied man were a few more people, whose faces were stained with disdain. “Isn’t this Patrick Cohen, the Deputy Director of the Complaints Department of the Consumer Association? I’m Hansel. To what do we owe the pleasure?” When Hansel saw Patrick, his face was immediately filled with a smile. He walked over to Patrick and spoke flatly, pretending not to know him. Now that Patrick is here, things will be over for The Serenade, and I will be able to complete the mission assigned to me then. Haha! As soon as this thought crossed his mind, a smug smile appeared on Hansel’s face; he even wanted to laugh out loudly as he thought about how the situation would turn out.