The Things He Saw

In the small bar remodeled from a basement, several men were currently grappling with the addict who had been fed the new type of drug.

The man's body was still thin and emaciated, yet under the restraint of several burly men, he somehow unleashed strength that did not belong to any of them. His condition seemed excellent, and even his reactions had become unusually swift.

The various bosses present clicked their tongues in amazement—the struggle had already lasted for more than ten minutes.

In the end, the drugged addict suddenly ran out of strength and collapsed onto the floor, seemingly having fallen asleep.

"This guy's practically a beast!" One of the burly men returned to his boss's side and rubbed his shoulder. A bite wound had been torn into it.

The blonde woman in sunglasses stood up. "Everyone, what do you think of its effects?"

It was still the bald, cigar-biting brute who frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's this guy's condition now?"

He pointed at the addict lying motionless on the ground.

The blonde woman in sunglasses said calmly, "He still has consciousness, but he's sunk into a delirium. Because of the drug's effects, his mental activity index has far exceeded his neural reflexes. His brain can only shut down all commands to his bodily functions, while his consciousness has fallen into a state of frenzied excitement. Perhaps he's experiencing true bliss."

"That's what you say. Why should I believe you?"

The blonde woman in sunglasses said indifferently, "I'll give each of you some samples of this product. You can take them back and find someone to test them yourselves to see whether the effects are good. Of course, you can also choose to cooperate with me right now and become our partners. Time is money, and