Chapter 47

Zen dragged the man in the suit a few feet away from the barrel, letting him collapse onto the ground, still gasping for air. He glanced down at the man, his expression unreadable.

“You know, I could have killed you by now,” Zen said casually, dusting off his hands.

The man in the suit smirked through the pain, wiping water from his eyes. “And yet, here I am. Breathing.”

“Because I want information. I can drag this out for as long as it takes.” Zen crouched down next to him, his voice low. “Now, tell me more about this drug.”

The man struggled to sit up, cradling his ribs as he spoke. “Tomorrow night. Dock -I won’t tell you. You won’t make it there in time anyway. We’ve got our eyes everywhere.”

Zen tilted his head, studying him. “You’re very confident for someone who’s spent the last few minutes with their head in a barrel.”

The man let out a short laugh, though it was laced with pain. “You don’t get it, do you? SP4 is not just some street-level drug. It’s a product the elite have be