Xiu Nuo didn't need to think about that.
Pachy beside him had already spoken up, "I'm familiar with these things; addictive substances always have a variety of names. But no matter what they're called, their nature remains the same. My uncle used to tell me, whether it's cannabis or flour, if it's addictive, none of it is good stuff, including nicotine and alcohol."
A flash of surprise crossed Hunter's eyes as he looked at Pachy, "Hearing you talk like that, your uncle must have been a wise man, Pachy. I think I should pay him a visit when I get a chance."
"Then you can only visit him in heaven."
Hunter was momentarily stunned, but unlike the others, he didn't offer an apology. Instead, he said, "Good people in the United States don't live long, do they?"
"Good person? No, no, no, he was no good person. He died on a run smuggling contraband. He tried to double-cross, but ended up choking himself to death."
