Qin Mu's dark eyes were full of sternness as he faced Feng Lie, the man who had saved his life many times... Qin Mu slowly raised his hand and clasped the man's large hand.
Their palms pressed together, and Qin Mu could clearly feel the presence of powder.
Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, not much surprise in them, and firmly gripped Feng Lie's hand.
Between brothers, everything is understood without words.
Powder...
Feng Lie, mingling among drug lords, needed no words to know it was drugs.
They hadn't shaken hands like this in many years, hmm, back when missions were successful, he and Feng Lie always liked to celebrate by shaking hands and clapping.
Qin Mu's thin lips faintly twitched, then he withdrew his large hand from the man's palm, raised his hand to present the powder in his own, and lightly spoke.
"Feng Lie, is this your welcome gift to me?"
"Not bad... quick reaction, you didn't disappoint me. After all, back then, you dealt with it quite often."
