"Give me the strongest one ever." Biting the corner of a cigarette, a middle-aged man reached out his hand towards the black backpack.
The delivery boy hesitated.
"B-boss Hell, I can't find a proper one for the time being. I-I thought this one would be good enough to reach your expectations." Saying that he opened his backpack and took out a small packet filled with some unknown white powder.
Boss Hell checked the small packet before throwing it to the ground, feeling irritated.
"What trash! Are you crazy?" He yelled at the boy.
The teenager's heart shuttered when he saw what happened to the packet he brought shedding his tears and blood.
"Boss Hell, don't be so cruel. Although this drug is not the perfect one for you, it's still expensive like... a lot. I was almost caught by the cops two times."
He bent down and picked up the packet, wiping its dust.
Boss Hell snorted coldly.
