He remembered that rainy night when Wang Jianguo, clutching a wad of crumpled bills, haggled with the man under the dim glow of a streetlight. Rainwater streamed off the brim of his hat, soaking the medicine box he clutched tightly against his chest.
"But he..." Zhao Shuzhuo stopped mid-sentence; the risks of Black Market dealings weighed on his heart like a stone. "Are you certain he can be trusted?"
"Brother Shuzhuo, I am."
Chapter 710