Committing evil deeds can garner rewards; stirring the darkness within can grant one power. Gao Ming seemed to understand why the city was controlled by such lawless gangs.
Black threads originate from the depths of every person's heart, drawing on malice and evil thoughts to grow. They can transform ordinary individuals but also gradually cause one to lose control.
"The drug Hei Mao mentioned earlier, could it be intended to suppress these black threads? What would happen if the black threads completely consume a living person?"
Gao Ming glanced out the window. The streets in the latter half of the night were eerie and terrifying, haunted by some indistinct shadows, vaguely resembling humans.
"This Shenkan world is much more dangerous than I imagined."
Without Hei Mao's drug, Gao Ming's malice began to burgeon after he plotted against the two major gangs. The black threads multiplied constantly, assaulting his rationality.
