Chapter 124: The New King of Jenos, The Birth of a Pharmaceutical Empire

The silence in the press hall was a physical thing, thick and suffocating. It was broken only by the faint, rhythmic whirring of the drones as they returned to their concealed positions in the ceiling. The captured assassin, the so-called Ghost of the martial underworld, lay twitching on the floor, ensnared in a web of shimmering energy that pulsed with a soft blue light. The reporters, moments ago clamoring for soundbites, were frozen in a state of collective shock, their cameras still pointed...