Chapter 32: The Butcher's Bill

The sample sat on the clinic table like a lump of jade that had been dragged through a gutter. Up close, the green powder looked less like contraband and more like the kind of thing you'd sweep off a pharmacy floor, but Siu-Bak knew better. He'd felt the weight of it in his pocket—dense, humming, alive with the kind of energy that made the Dragon Beggar's Art sit up and take notice.