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Upon hearing this, Usoko's expression immediately changed.
"Are you trying to play dirty?"
Having burned through most of his cigarette, Zhou Yinkun stubbed it out. He glanced sideways, and behind him, A Yao offered another cigarette and a lighter. The room was filled with swirling smoke as Zhou Yinkun leisurely replied, his tone brimming with arrogance, "You can think of it that way."
"Kun, we've been partners for many years. We're only doing this because of Sai Peng—"
"Opening up land, establishing connections, creating channels—what have you actually done? During the Mumbai riots, when Dawood's armed forces surrounded the Dharavi factory with tanks, whose head were they aiming those guns at? If I gave you ten billion, would you dare to experience it for yourself?"
Usoko fell silent.
"You Russians think a little money is enough to make people work for you? Aren't you supposed to be a fighting nation? What are you going to fight with? A broken stick?"
Usoko knew well that Zhou Yinkun was someone who could turn hostile in an instant. Now, on his turf, he remained silent for two minutes before finally speaking again. "Kun, but I can't make the final call on this matter. We signed a contract, and since the military factory deal fell through, Ivan is quite upset. That's why I'm here to talk to you."
Ivan was Usoko's boss—a man who had been engaged in international business for years but never dared to step outside the borders of Russia.
"So?"
Zhou Yinkun scoffed. "Spit it out already."
"Ivan... Ivan also knows that the situation in Mumbai is very tricky. If you can't pull it off, then no one else can either. But ultimately, the land and factory have been secured; however, textiles are not what Ivan wants to pursue. Since the money has already been given to you, we could add more funding—not for arms but for something else."
Seeing that Zhou Yinkun was growing impatient and about to leave, Usoko quickly added, "It's just that Sai Peng's original line of work—Ivan wants to deal in drugs."
Zhou Yinkun raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why come to me instead of Zhou Yaohui for this?"
"We haven't done business with Zhou Yaohui before, and I've heard he's very cautious and conservative. If we were to make a large initial purchase, he might not agree." As Usoko spoke, he unconsciously leaned forward, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Compared to him, we certainly trust you more."
“Stop wasting time. What do you want?”
“Lysergic acid diethylamide.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yinkun smiled slightly. “He’s quite bold to sell LSD in Russia. That stuff is expensive; how does he plan to open up the market?”
Usoko, noticing his interest, chuckled a bit. “Kun, I’m not sure about that. You know Ivan operates in a very mysterious way. He’s got the money ready; it’s just a matter of whether you can deliver the goods.”
Zhou Yinkun turned his neck, contemplating. “How much do you need?”
Usoko held up three fingers. “Thirty kilograms.”
LSD, scientifically known as Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, is a colorless, odorless, and tasteless liquid that belongs to the class of semi-synthetic alkaloids. It is a potent psychoactive substance with a high potential for addiction, being three times more toxic than MDMA. The market price is $3,000 per gram, which means Ivan is looking at a total of $90 million for the shipment.
“Is it a one-time payment?”
“Correct. But… with such a large quantity, isn’t there—”
Before Usoko could finish his sentence, Zhou Yinkun interrupted him. “With a large quantity comes large risks; no bargaining.”
With that, he stood up. “Forty percent deposit, delivery within the next month. One hand for the goods, one hand for the final payment.”
He had always operated this way, and Usoko didn’t dare to say more for fear of irritating Zhou Yinkun and jeopardizing the deal while leaking sensitive business information to his boss. In any case, the money from the military factory was gone for good, but if they could pull off this deal, the profits would far exceed anything from arms smuggling.
As they exited the room, A Yao noticed that Zhou Yinkun looked rather displeased.
“Brother Kun, should we inform the old man about this?”
A Yao had been by Zhou Yinkun's side for many years and knew that he was capable of anything, except for the drug business. Sai Peng made it clear that Zhou Yinkun was not to touch it. Such a large quantity of drugs could only be handled by Sai Peng and Zhou Yaohui in Thailand or even all of Asia.
This type of drug was different from the heroin produced in Myanmar; LSD required artificial synthesis and was highly sensitive to oxygen, ultraviolet light, and chlorine. It needed experienced chemists to create it. Sai Peng had noticed this substance long before it became popular in Germany and the United States, eventually hiring people at high salaries to produce it successfully in Asia, almost monopolizing the LSD market.
Logically speaking, receiving a deal worth ninety million dollars should have made Zhou Yinkun happy. However, obtaining the goods meant having to go through Sai Peng and Zhou Yaohui. In recent years, Sai Peng had almost stopped managing these affairs; the drug business was entirely under Zhou Yaohui's control. Even if he were to discuss this with the old man, he would only throw out four words: "Talk to your brother."
The thought of Zhou Yaohui made Zhou Yinkun seethe with anger.
A Yao, not knowing when to stop, watched as Zhou Yinkun walked out with a dark expression.
As he turned a corner, a pair of hands slithered around Zhou Yinkun's arm like water snakes, followed closely by a pair of soft, ample breasts pressing against him. Zhou Yinkun glanced down; the woman was Caucasian and quite attractive, but her eyes were glazed over, clearly indicating she had just finished using drugs and was in high spirits. Upon suddenly encountering such a tall and handsome man, her Western openness was on full display.
Generally speaking, A Yao wouldn’t interfere when non-aggressive women approached Zhou Yinkun because Brother Kun believed it was unchivalrous to be rude to women, even though he himself wasn't exactly chivalrous.
Zhou Yinkun casually pinched the woman's face with his beaded hand and tilted his head to call out "A Yao."
A Yao stepped forward.
"Do I look too kind?" He released his grip, and the woman interpreted this as consent, eagerly attempting to unbutton his pants and tease the impressive bulge she had accidentally brushed against earlier.
But in the next moment, her blonde hair was suddenly gripped tightly by his beaded hand, causing her to scream in pain and drawing everyone's attention.
A Yao wasn’t sure how to respond to this situation but realized that Brother Kun might...
"Otherwise, why would even this Poisonous Maggot dare to throw herself at me?"
A Yao heard a new term—Poisonous Maggot? He couldn't fully grasp its meaning at that moment. However, he watched as Zhou Yinkun seemingly carelessly dragged the woman aside, tossing a small amount of white powder onto a nearby table before saying, "Bring over a box."
A Yao understood the situation clearly. He tossed a stack of cash onto the table and handed a box of white powder to Zhou Yinkun.
This box contained enough for everyone present. Instantly, men and women alike swarmed around like zombies. Even the woman who had been thrown onto the table lit up with desire, tugging at her clothes to expose her chest and spreading her legs in a desperate plea for a taste.
Zhou Yinkun whistled, and A Yao drew a gun from his waist. The crowd froze, hesitant to approach any closer.
"How about we play a game?" Zhou Yinkun said, nodding toward the woman on the table. "This beautiful lady is quite thirsty. Whoever kills her first gets this box of goodies."
The pure Thai allure sent the zombies into a frenzy. Meanwhile, the woman lay there, paralyzed with fear, her eyes wide with terror.
"Anyone who refuses to play will get a bullet instead."
This meant that all the women present had to participate as well.
In an instant, over a hundred men and women rushed toward the table in a mad frenzy. The sounds of their anguished cries quickly faded, replaced by the spreading pool of blood that mixed with the white powder, dripping thickly onto the floor.
The woman's pale legs hung lifelessly over the edge of the table, three bloody gashes torn into her flesh below. Blood and filth pooled within her wounds, while her mouth was torn and deformed. Her limbs and ribs were all broken, and her nipples had been bitten off by someone. She stared blankly at the ceiling lights, her eyes wide open in a horrific expression of death.
"Wow, very efficient," Zhou Yinkun remarked as he noticed Usoko standing nearby, trembling uncontrollably. Upon seeing Zhou Yinkun's smile, Usoko collapsed to his knees.
Zhou Yinkun turned his head and tossed the box onto the table. "No need to be polite."
A Yao followed the leisurely man out, leaving behind chaos and frenzied competition.
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