He hurried to speak.
"No."
Chu Qing shook his head resolutely.
"This poison is vicious, I only have the time for a cup of tea!"
The man pleaded:
"Please, give it back to me."
"The time of a cup of tea?"
Chu Qing smiled:
"Enough, hand over the antidote."
Without any hesitation, the man took out another small bottle from his bosom and tossed it to Chu Qing.
This time, Chu Qing tore off a piece of his outer garment, watched the bottle land, and with a shake of his hand, wrapped the cloth around the bottle, enveloping it into a cloth bundle.
Only then did he catch it in his hand and put it into his bosom.
The man watched this and a flicker of resentment passed through his eyes, then Chu Qing spoke again:
"Give me the poison you used on her, once more."
"You..."
The man gritted his teeth and said:
"Will you give me the antidote or not?"
"You give me what I want, and I will give you what you want."
