Huang Tian left the villa and walked for several minutes before reaching the roadside. He booked a car on his phone, then tipped his head back to look at the sky.
Dusk had already begun to fall. The sunset's glow was gone, and the distant horizon seemed draped in a silver-gray curtain. Stars glimmered here and there, lending it a vast, lonely air.
"Beep, beep~"
A little while later, a car slowly pulled up beside the road.
He opened the door and climbed in with his black bag. The car set off.
Rather than return to school, he planned to exchange the gold for money first. After forty or fifty minutes, the car stopped on a street in the city.
He carried the bag into a jewelry store. When he emerged a little later, it was considerably lighter. With the money in hand, he took another car to the pharmacy where he had previously bought pills to increase his vitality and blood.
The man who greeted him was a young fellow of twenty-eight or twenty-nine with a buzz cut. His steps were steady and his movements brisk; he was clearly a trained martial artist.
"Mr. Huang? Welcome, welcome!"
The buzz-cut man was surprised. Just a few days earlier, this young man surnamed Huang had bought several hundred thousand yuan's worth of pills from him in one go. He had not expected him back so soon.
"Please, have a seat. Will you be buying Supplement Pills again, Mr. Huang?" the buzz-cut man asked.
"Do you have anything more effective?" Huang Tian asked.
"I do—Ahem. It isn't a question of money. Some pills are so potent that taking them rashly can leave your vitality and blood even more depleted."
The buzz-cut man studied him. "Mr. Huang, you're a martial artist too, aren't