The clandestine factory, hidden deep within the forest, was crude and makeshift. Inside, seven or eight young men, stripped to the waist and wearing dust masks, busied themselves in the small workshop, mixing raw materials, synthesizing compounds, and packaging them.
In the corner, stacks of goods had already piled up—dangerous, insidious things. If these found their way into the world, who knew how many lives they would ruin?
"You may be well-versed in many things, Miss Chi, but I doubt you've ever encountered something like this before."
Qi Hui produced a dagger from nowhere, scooped up a bit of the substance from the table, and held it to Chi Yu's lips. "Go on, have a taste."
Chi Yu's eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
The grin on Qi Hui's face brimmed with malice—this was no spur-of-the-moment decision.
Madman!
