Tianxuan Poison Stone

This man's face was densely covered with brown lines, each as thick as a little finger, intertwined with each other, as if a face was covered with twisted earthworms.
"Put your hands on your head and squat down!"
Xia Wanxin pointed the gun at the man's head, and even though it was extremely disgusting, he still acted instinctively out of professional ethics.
"Haha, do you know what this string of characters means?"
The man didn't seem to care at all about the gun Xia Wanxin pointed...