"I'm here to take custody of the drugs. You split them into milligram doses and made hundreds, even thousands of gene mutation drugs. I absolutely don't want to get involved in this mess. Hand over every last drug. If there's any more news of mutants appearing in the future, I'll come back. Someone will die."
As he said this, he felt rather cool.
But then Zhao Bai recalled Bronya's assessment: a killer who talked too much wasn't a killer, just a chatty lunatic.
It seemed he still hadn't grasped the essence.
He bent slightly, lightly tapping the car window with the knife hilt and conveying his thoughts with his eyes.
"At least wait until I've gone back and put down the rebellion."
Qing Ye smiled and raised the arm wrapped in plaster, showing Zhao Bai the inconvenience of being disabled. His own older brother had just died, yet he showed not a trace of sorrow. Instead, there was a hint of delight.
"Drive. Notify the cadres to attend the memorial service."
Qing Ye gave the driver his orders, his tone practiced, as though everything ought to have been this way.
The car window rolled up. Zhao Bai watched Qing Ye leave the scene and gave a self-mocking smile. Then he suddenly heard some movement. When he walked over to the bushes, he found Cup Snake lying there sneakily, the exposed skin of her calves scratched red by blades of grass.
"Why are you here?"
Zhao Bai's confusion was practically overflowing. Cup Snake ignored him and lowered her head to type.
I saw him. The young gang heir was practically the embodiment of ambition. He definitely won't stop here. The young Boss Zhao hasn't realized that yet. He still thinks he can smoothly collect all the drugs...
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