Zhuo Ye's eyes immediately lit up, and he promptly opened the box, satisfied as he caressed the neatly arranged, densely packed specialized bombs inside—there were a full hundred of them.
Originally, he hadn't noticed, but due to Qinghe's retaliation, the bullet fired towards him made him realize something was off. This bullet was not an ordinary one; when he had first examined it, its appearance was exactly like that of a regular bullet.
But now, after being fired, the sharp tip of the bullet blossomed like a flower, with tiny metal fragments splaying out, gripping tightly onto a person's skin. Zhuo Ye's eyes spun with an idea—if Achen were to research some drugs to add to it, using such a bullet on someone would leave them no way out.
Having accepted the gift, Zhuo Ye's expression softened somewhat, and he lifted the glass in front of him, "Here's to our partnership being a pleasant one in advance."
