Chapter 137
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Qin Chuan stared at the syringe in front of him. Even his gold-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the obvious trembling of his pupils. There seemed to be bursts of discussion around him, but his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything except his own violent heartbeat.
"…" He panted and looked to his side. Jiang Stops's face was as white as snow, and he was also staring at the tray.
The suffocating stalemate lasted for a long time before the King Of Spades finally coughed and turned to Qin Chuan, "Why don't you go first?"
Qin Chuan couldn't say a word.
"I'm sorry," the King Of Spades seemed to explain a little apologetically, "Jiang Stops has special privileges here, so you go first."
A bodyguard stepped forward, took the syringe from the tray, and handed it to Qin Chuan.
The bodyguard's arm was twice as thick as a normal person's, and he had a shaved head. Qin Chuan knew this person. He used to be nicknamed Gui Jian Chou in the underworld. He was responsible for several murders, and the brutality of each case shocked the crime scene. Later, this person somehow became one of the King Of Spades's trusted bodyguards. Now that he thought about it, it was probably because the King Of Spades was born to collect cold-blooded, cruel, and extreme criminals.
Countless thoughts ran through Qin Chuan's mind, like thousands of electric currents passing through his nerve center, but on the surface, he only moved his Adam's apple.
"… That doctor's evidence is full of loopholes, and it can't be justified at all … You know this, right?"
"I know."
"Then you still —"
Wen Shao interrupted him and said, "But that's not important."
— — That's not important.
For the King Of Spades, who was born with an extreme anti-social personality, the cause and effect were not important. He did things according to his own preferences. Many of his seemingly unexpected decisions were actually logical, and some of his seemingly reasonable actions were actually due to his bad interests and natural cruelty.
Qin Chuan gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up the syringe. It was as if he was picking up a venomous snake with his bare hands.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly, but he couldn't take in any oxygen. His heart was frantically retracting all the blood in his body, and his brain was dizzy.
"…"
Everyone stared at him. Suddenly, Qin Chuan tightened his grip on the syringe and threw it far away!
Crack!
"Sorry, I can't do it." Under everyone's gaze, Qin Chuan said coldly, "I'm following you because I want to get promoted and get rich overnight, not because of this. If you don't believe me, just kill me. There's no need to go through so much trouble. I'm not your test subject. "
Wen Shao sighed and didn't say anything else. He waved his hand and said, "Take him away."
There was no need for him to repeat himself. That "Gui Jian Chou" grabbed Qin Chuan and pushed him out. The latter staggered all the way and almost tripped when he stepped over the threshold. Then, he disappeared outside the room.
Wen Shao didn't care. He looked at Jiang Stops with a smile and asked, "What about you?"
Jiang Stops stood upright. His face was stiffer and colder than ice.
"Heroin is usually divided into opium, monoacetylmorphine, 'No. 3' low-purity heroin hydrochloride, and 'No. 4' high-purity heroin hydrochloride. Generally speaking, 98% of the heroin in the market is already in the state of white powder, but it is very rare. The so-called high-purity products are basically yellow sand colored. As for the 99.9% and above pure 'No.5' heroin that has been circulating recently, no one has ever seen it. "
Wen Shao put his arm around Jiang Stops' shoulder and pointed to the tray. "It's right in front of you."
Jiang Stops said hoarsely, "… You're really willing to give it to me."
"I'm willing to give you this laboratory-grade pure diacetylmorphine for the rest of my life. So, are you still hesitating? "
All eyes were focused on him. All invisible hands were pushing him into the coldest abyss.
Jiang Stops opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He breathed silently and crushed the air back into his body. It was like the tip of a knife scraping back and forth, twisting his lungs into a bloody pulp.
"… Okay." He finally spat out a word and said hoarsely, "Then I'll never leave you in this life."
Jiang Stops reached out and picked up the syringe. He pulled out the plastic tube and directly inserted the needle into his arm. He injected the entire muscle into his brain!
Silence.
The air froze. The world stood still. Even time was stretched into an infinite moment.
The syringe fell to the ground. Jiang Stops trembled and raised his head to look at the King Of Spades. Blood instantly rushed to his cheeks.
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