His death was the signal for the crowd to start looting, and they quickly swarmed to snatch the medicines from his pockets.

Gunfire erupted again, and several more people hit the ground. Katelyn’s plan had worked perfectly.

In the black market, everyone was a desperado. By the end, only one person remained standing, though he was badly injured, stumbling towards the entrance with the spoils.

A sharp gleam flickered in Vincent’s eyes.

As the man neared, Vincent stepped out of the car. But before he could say anything, the man suddenly collapsed!

The events unfolded rapidly. Katelyn quickly swung open the car door and rushed to the man’s side to check if he was still breathing. With a sigh and a shake of her head towards Vincent, she said, “He’s dead.”

Katelyn stood, her face a mask of mixed emotions, and cast another look over the black market street. Earlier, when gunfire erupted, vendors had scrambled to hide. Now, with the skirmish over, they were back at their stalls, acting as if nothing had happened.

The clash over the Spring Snow Herb had claimed at least ten lives. It had all escalated from a situation Katelyn had initiated.

Guilt flickered in her eyes. She hadn’t intended for anyone to die in front of her. Yet the deceased had shown no sense, driven by their own excessive greed.

Vincent, reading the turmoil on Katelyn’s face, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his look tender.

“I would have done the same,” he said, comforting her.

While comforting her, he rifled through the dead man’s pockets and retrieved all the substances.

“Let’s get back. We should make it to Dr. Hades with these before dawn,” he said.

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Katelyn nodded, managing a faint smile. She inspected the retrieved substances, opened a bottle, and took a whiff. Her expression suddenly turned grave.

“This isn’t the extract from Spring Snow Herb,” she said.

The label on what she held claimed it was Spring Snow Herb.

Katelyn vividly recalled the distinct cold, sweet aroma of Spring Snow Herb, especially in its extract. It should never emit such a strong, pungent odor. The substances they held were fake!

Vincent’s expression immediately turned dark, his eyes growing cold. He spun around and stormed back into the black market, intent on finding the vendor who had been selling the phony drugs. However, the man was nowhere to be found.

It was only then that Katelyn pieced together the deceit. She clutched the bottle firmly, trying to contain her rising anger.

“If he had seen the carnage but knew the medicine was intact, he should’ve retrieved it,” Katelyn said.

The fact that he hadn’t come back proved he knew they were fake drugs all along! Typically, even seasoned doctors would need lab tests to confirm the drug’s authenticity. But Katelyn’s familiarity with the herb’s unique scent allowed her to identify the forgery on the spot. The source of th?s content is find{n}ovel.net

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