When I added half a gram of potassium cyanide to the heroin, the soft sound of the silencer rubbed against the tips of my ears.
I'm Lin Shen, the god of black market medicine. What I've prepared with these hands is not an antidote - it's a life-threatening soup for the drug lords who killed my sister.
When Lu Chen's knife tip touched the back of his neck, I smelled the smell of blood and rust in the smoke.
A former special forces soldier and top killer, like me, wants to tear down the muddy underground river.
The formula on the poison making table was burning, and Jiang Ye's people knocked open the door.
Tell me, is his bullet faster, or is my poison... More poisonous?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
