Rage filled her eyes as she tightened her grip on the bottle, her teeth clenched.
“That vendor completely fooled us.”
Even if the burly man had survived and found a high-paying buyer, once the deception was uncovered, his fate would have been sealed. Someone always ranked higher up the chain. This text is hosted at find?novel.net
The seemingly meek and cowardly vendor was actually the mastermind.
A murderous glint flashed in Vincent’s eyes as his face grew even darker. He had never been fooled without making the perpetrator pay.
Katelyn compressed her lips, her gaze shifting to the body on the ground as she sighed and said, “Considering the situation, the vendor is probably long gone. We should go back and explore other ways to obtain the herb.”
Vincent, seeing no alternative, gave a reluctant nod. He looked at the bottle in Katelyn’s hand, a shadow of frustration passing over his face.
How had Katelyn known it was fake with just a whiff? Vincent held his question for a moment and then speculated aloud.
“If this vendor has always sold fake drugs, hasn’t anyone ever returned to confront him?”
Katelyn looked at the blood-stained ground, a daring, almost unbelievable idea forming in her mind. She reflected thoughtfully.
“Perhaps his tactic is similar to what we experienced. He informs others that the buyer possesses the Spring Snow Herb. In the ensuing chaos, the buyer is killed, and the vendor escapes with the money.”
The more Katelyn considered it, the more plausible it seemed. Her face hardened as she added, “In this way, he avoids anyone exposing the fake drugs while still profiting handsomely.” A surge of anger and hatred flickered in her eyes. “How cruelly clever!” she remarked.
At that moment, several men clad in black converged on the body lying on the ground, rifling through his pockets. They extracted a phone, wallet, and other items, swiftly pocketing them before discarding the body as if it were trash.
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These men acted like custodians of the black market, erasing the remnants of violence.
“Alternatively,” Katelyn continued, “by setting such steep prices, they filter out only the most affluent buyers. After these buyers are eliminated, they collect and split the valuables. It’s a twofold profit. In a place like this, any regular person who gets involved is swallowed up without a trace.”
Katelyn shook her head in a mix of disgust and awe, her expression conflicted.
“We should head back,” she said.
Though they had ended up with fake drugs, they hadn’t lost any money. At worst, it had been a fruitless journey.
As Katelyn pondered alternative ways to secure the herb, she suddenly caught sight of someone stealthily approaching their car!
Vincent’s expression was cold as he swiftly raised his gun.
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