Chapter 822: Don’t punish them.
"Why not use it for something more... useful?"
Slater had a point. The moment that bottle of pills landed in his hand, it was over for Stephen. The person who had handed it to him told him to handle it with care. If they found out that Slater knew about it, then not only would Sven’s chance for freedom be over, but Stephen’s life would be over too.
One more fact: they were all in this together. The second Sven got involved with such people, their entire family was already in the same boat. Look what happened to Stephen—dragged into this because of his son.
"Useful?" Stephen repeated, a faint note of ridicule in his voice. "I’ll use my damn mouth for something useful, but telling you all of it isn’t."
Slater tilted his head. "Why is that, Uncle?"
"Hah. You think I can just tell you everything like that?" Stephen snorted. "Slater, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but this isn’t as simple as you think. Your empty threats of killing me won’t work."
"Uncle." Slater frowned. "Did you miss everything I said earlier? Did it not process in your head?"
"What?"
"Why do you think I know what kind of drug this is, how much it costs, and why it’s priced like that on the black market?" Slater replied calmly. "I’m not playing games, and I know who the first person you’d use the first pill on is."
He smacked his lips and leaned back comfortably. "And I have a guess about what’s going on here. Do you want to hear the story of your life from my mouth?"