Chapter 107: Poisoning and Murder He Yu was still jumping around, complaining about how we had ruined him. He grumbled that he was already having a run of bad luck, and now that we had used the explosives he provided to blow the Buddha statue to smithereens, he would probably choke on a sip of cold water from now on. I retorted, telling him that since he knew he had been down on his luck for so many years, praying to Buddha clearly hadn't done him any good. I suggested we try a different approach,…