The man beside stood up, took a glass of wine, walked over and leaned against Mo Nanjue, "How many days has she been dead?"
The man in blue frowned, "Probably been dead for about half a month. Anyway, she was probably dead before she had a chance to settle back home, and," he lowered his voice, "you shouldn't underestimate such an organization. Everyone knows South Africa is chaotic, without a leader, and our people can't hold ground there, but Flame Hall manages to control all the sales channels, tightly governing the various gangs there."
Someone interjected, "Does that mean Flame Hall is the boss in South Africa now?"
"Of course, Flame is currently the biggest drug lord in South Africa. Everyone in Flame Hall must take drugs, and it's distributed monthly. If you run or disobey, you'll die without the drug."
"So did the woman who came back dead take the drug as well?"
"Most likely she did; after all, she shouldn't have been wandering outside to begin with."
