GBT Chapter 97

Finishing with Shen Er An, he said to Liang Dong, “After I finish what I need to do, I’ll give a life for a life.”

“A life for a life?” Liang Dong’s trembling body suddenly lunged forward. Unable to hit Tan Jun, he kicked over the nearby table, his expression agitated and deranged. “Is it just one life?!”

“Count mine too.” Shen Er An’s hoarse voice echoed in the reception room.

Liang Dong’s heavy breathing paused for a second or two. He slowly turned his head to look at Shen Er An, then back at his enemy: “When will things be finished? Ten years, twenty years? Or a lifetime?”

No one answered.

Clearly, there was no specific timeframe, not even a rough estimate.

Liang Dong shook his head: “I can’t wait.”

Tan Jun scanned the left pocket of his upper garment, instantly seeing that his phone was recording. A hint of a smile surfaced on his thin face: “Useless. There’s no physical evidence. The chain of evidence is incomplete.”

Liang Dong’s face was covered in tears and snot. He glared at Shen Er An, confirming the truth of Tan Jun’s words from the other’s expression. Liang Dong hugged his head, his fingernails digging frantically into his scalp: “Ah!”

A rustling sound came from Liang Dong’s hands. He shook out a piece of tin foil, holding it open with both hands.

Tan Jun held back Shen Er An, who was about to go over: “Didn’t you know before coming? He’s already rotten.”

Shen Er An watched Liang Dong tremble as he rolled the tin foil into a strip and quickly inhaled it. This scene turned his eyes red, his hands clenched into fists, and his thin lips pursed until they were white.

Liang Dong closed his eyes in enjoyment, his face filled with intoxicated bliss. He cheered excitedly a few times, scratching his neck frantically, making comfortable sounds.

After a while, the hatred and pain in Liang Dong’s eyes disappeared, replaced by peace and relaxation. He seemed to be immersed in some beautiful dream.

“Drugs are absolutely untouchable. One touch and you’re ruined,” Tan Jun had barely finished speaking when Shen Er An’s fist struck him.

Shen Er An growled: “He went to find Old Pan, that’s why…”

“If South City isn’t chaotic, how can I pave the way for you?” Tan Jun interrupted the young master who was about to retreat into his shell. “Er An, you can’t have everything.”

Extreme desolation spread from Shen Er An’s body. He clenched his slightly numb hand, released it, and clenched it again.

It was as if he were examining what he possessed, whether he had more or less.

“Shen Er An.”

His childhood friend called his full name, having already changed into a completely different person, his spirits lifted, his eyes bursting with intense light: “Either you kill me now, or you take good care of him.”

Liang Dong said: “Either he dies, or I die.”

Shen Er An watched his figure walk away, struggling to breathe, his eyes even redder: “Dongzi!”

Liang Dong didn’t stop, nor did he look back. With his back to Shen Er An, he strode forward: “Shen Dong, from now on, you walk your sunny path, and I’ll cross my single-plank bridge.”

“We are no longer friends.”