"Imagine this."
"He'd just secretly added a tiny bit into the dogs' meat soup, and the entire kennel had become agitated."
"This one test tube, if used by a single person, could definitely last a very long time."
"So, to Barton, the price of ten thousand US dollars seemed much more economical than those Spirit products on the market."
The woman finally showed some interest because of Barton's words.
She scanned Barton again, her gaze serious, then looked down at the electronic screen on the table displaying all his information. She tapped the tabletop twice before tentatively asking, "A new type of narcotic?"
Barton shook his head. "Spirit!"
The woman was speechless for a moment.
"'Spirit?' she repeated."
"'Heh heh. Could this be some magical Secret Medicine from Mexico? And because you're down on your luck, you're planning to sell it to us?'"
She rose with an odd laugh, walked step by step toward Barton, and looked down at the man before her.
