"If he could do this, it meant he could kill me anytime. How could I dare not distribute it?"
The gang boss shrugged and said, "Before I started moving the product, I had someone test this drug. It turned out to be ten times better than the stuff from before. The drugs I used to sell were complete trash.
In just two months, it took over the New York market. Now no one uses the old stuff anymore. Everyone uses Dream, myself included."
"You use this drug too?"
Constantine was a little surprised. As far as he knew, this gang boss had never touched the stuff he sold before.
Once people got hooked on this stuff, they were finished.
"I didn't use it at first, but then I saw how happy everyone was and couldn't resist trying it. After that, I couldn't quit."
The gang boss sighed. "I figure I'll never be able to leave this stuff for the rest of my life. I'm sure plenty of people feel the same way. Ha, I've recently been planning to raise Dream's price. It's not like I have to worry about it not selling."
"Something is wrong with this stuff."
Constantine said, "There's the aura of Hell in the drug. In other words, this drug came from Hell. That's why I'm here."
Dream had spread extremely quickly. Even Argus personnel had taken it. Yesterday, a mage encountered the drug and detected the aura of Hell on it. Alarmed, he immediately reported it to his superiors.
And so Mister Constantine, their resident salary thief, had been sent to handle the matter.
In fact, Argus had contacted not only this gang boss, but other major dealers as well.
"Drugs from Hell?"
The gang boss froze, then said indifferently, "So what? What's the difference between