Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 138

He hugged the terrified criminal policeman, with joy, pain and love in his eyes.

Qin Chuan stared closely at the syringe in front of him, and even his gold-rimmed glasses couldn't stop the obvious trembling of his pupils. There seemed to be a burst of discussion around, but his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything except his own violent heartbeat.

"......" He panted and looked to the side, only to see Jiang Ting's face as pale as snow; he was also staring at the tray.

No one knew how long the suffocating stalemate lasted, but the King of Spades finally coughed implicitly and turned to Qin Chuan: "Why don't you come first?"

Qin Chuan couldn't say a word.

"I'm sorry," the King of Spades seemed a little apologetic and explained, "Jiang Ting has the privilege of staying with me, so you should come first."

A henchman stepped forward, took out the syringe from the tray, and handed it to Qin Chuan.

The henchman's arm was as thick as two normal people's, and he had a shaved head. Qin Chuan knew that this person, who used to be nicknamed "Ghost seeking sorrow" all over the country, was involved in several murder cases, and the viciousness of each case shocked the area where the crime occurred. Later, this person somehow got under the King of Spades and became one of his confidants. Thinking about it now, it should be that the King of Spades liked to collect such cold-blooded, cruel, and extreme personality criminals as if they were stamps.

Qin Chuan's mind was filled with countless thoughts, as if thousands of currents were passing through his nerve center, but on the surface, only his Adam's apple moved:

"...That doctor's testimony is full of loopholes, and it's impossible to justify ourselves... You know that right."

"I know."

"Then you still-"

Wen Shao interrupted him: "But that's not important."

--That's not important.

For the King of Spades, a person born with an extremely anti-social personality, the ins and outs were not important. He did things completely according to his own preferences. Many decisions that seemed unexpected actually had strict logic behind them, while other behaviors that seemed justified were actually only due to his bad interests and natural cruelty.

Qin Chuan's back molars were tightly clenched together, and he reached out to pick up the syringe as if picking up a poisonous snake with his bare hands.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, but no oxygen could be taken in. His heart frantically retracted the blood in his whole body, and his brain felt dizzy for a while.

"......"

Everyone was watching him, only to see Qin Chuan suddenly clench his fist with the needle and throw the heroin far away!

Snap!

"I'm sorry, I can't do it." Qin Chuan said coldly under everyone's gaze: "I'm with you to get power and get rich overnight, not for this. If you don't believe me, just kill me. It doesn't have to be so troublesome, I'm not your guinea pig."

Wen Shao sighed and didn't say anything. He just waved his hand: "Take him away."

Without him having to say it a second time, that "Ghost seeking sorrow" went up and grabbed Qin Chuan, pushing him out. The latter staggered all the way, almost tripping when he crossed the threshold, and then disappeared outside the house.

Wen Shao didn't care and looked at Jiang Ting with a smile: "What about you?"

Jiang Ting stood upright, his face colder than ice.