Chapter 61 - 60: I Still Have a Project!
Michael immediately raised his hands in surrender, his expression shifting to one of genuine fear. He could tell Arthur had lost any interest in negotiation and was done entertaining excuses.
"W-Wait! I don't have any money left! That's why I'm behind on the workers' wages!"
Arthur sneered, then kicked over a bucket of chemicals beside him. "No money for wages, but plenty to buy these chemical reagents? Do you think the bullets in my pistol are BB pellets?"
To make his point, Arthur aimed his pistol at the floor and fired. The loud crack of the shot echoed through the dim basement, the muzzle flash briefly illuminating the grimy space.
As the acrid smell of gunpowder hung in the air, Arthur noticed a familiar logo on a small package tucked into the corner. It was unmistakable—the emblem of the Whirlpool Gang.
His eyes narrowed. The package, looking as pristine as if it were from over a decade ago, all but confirmed his suspicions. Arthur turned back to Michael, his voice icy.
"You've got the nerve to deal with products from the Whirlpool Gang? Aren't you afraid this stuff will fry all your synapses?"
If Arthur's instincts were right, the package likely contained eleven units of Twinkle, a substance notorious for its lethality. Like a more potent version of narcotics, a single misstep with Twinkle could lead to instant death—and a one-way trip to the underworld.
Michael shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? Inspiration comes from the strangest places. These help me relieve stress and think creatively about new products."