One of the countries in East Acia which became a favorite spot for mercenaries to hang out while waiting for work, or rest after completing a mission was Nikko. The reason, because it had a strong and stable economy, a diversity of tourist destinations, and adequate availability of nightlife.

In Nikko, the mercenaries would gather at Kiotto Café, which to the public was known as a nightlife spot. Located on the west side of Nichiko, it had eight floors, a favorite place of top artists and figures, and only open to the public on Mondays and Thursday, where there was a free entry and welcome drink for female guests.

In one of the VIP rooms on the 4th floor of Kiotto Kafe, Keizawa Ryuhei was sitting on the sofa reading a piece of paper. Keizawa was an ex-sniper in the Marine Corps and had been the manager of the Kiotto Kafe for the past three years.

After putting down the piece of paper he was reading, Keizawa turned his head towards Unagi.

"He knocked you down but didn't kill you. He also took some firearms but left the payment."

Unagi nodded. "It Looks like he just wants to buy weapons without revealing his identity."

Keizawa was silent for a while before saying, "Or he knows your relationship with me, and realizes I will chase him to hell if he steals from you or even kills you."

"Maybe, but I doubt it because only a few SFG kids know that I work with you." Unagi downed a mouthful of beer before continuing, "What about the blue liquid he left?"

Keizawa immediately handed the vial containing five drops of blue liquid to the young blonde woman beside him as he said, "Irene, check it out."

Irene Blaise, a pharmacist from Miegard immediately examined the blue liquid. After she was sure the blue liquid wouldn't kill her, she then took a cigarette, cut it in half before applying half a drop of blue liquid to the end of one of the cigarette pieces and lighting it.

"Shieeeettt!"

Irene cursed shortly after she puffed out the light blue smoke she had just inhaled.

"Irene, do I have to take you to the emergency room?"

Anxiousness was clearly visible in Keizawa's gaze, but Irene looked back at him as if she was staring at an idiot.

"No, it's just that I just used premium stuff like a stupid addict using mixed juju weed."

Seeing a question mark appearing on Keizawa's forehead, Irene immediately gave the cigarette piece in her hand to Keizawa while asking, "Why is it that up to now super match grade ammunition for a sniper is still produced by hand, one by one?"

Keizawa casually replied, "Because even though the precision level of laser technology has reached 0.001 mm, this technology still cannot match the touch of a Grandmaster Gunsmith's hand who spent almost his entire life making weapons or ammunition.

That’s why, Grandmaster Gunsmith was always being fought over between ammunition factories and world-class special units. Considering that in a year they can only produce less than a thousand of super match grade rounds.

Irene nodded before saying, "Likewise with the pharmaceutical world. Even though the duplication technology by using machines had reached an unimaginable level, it still could not imitate the Grandmaster Pharmacist's products.

The highest level of sedatives can only be made on a small scale by a god-level pharmacist. This blue liquid is Formula Hateur, referring to the word 'Peak' in French as well as in homage to Jean Hateur, the founder of the formula. Jean was an ex-paramedic in the Vrancis Counter-Terrorist Unit before disappearing into Avrika."

An ear to ear smile bloomed in Irenes’ lip before she continued, "Well, no one would have thought that he was in Nikko."

While Irene was explaining, Keizawa let out a final puff. "Apart from slowing my heart rate and lightening my mind, why don't I feel any other effects?"

"You stupid monkey!" Irene massaged her forehead before adding, "I told you this is a sedative. Hateur's magic effect will only show when you mix it with other compounds. With this one vial, I can make 15-18 premium pills for 300 Dillar per piece."

Keizawa checked the piece of paper in his hand before speaking, "Are you sure with your calculations? The owner of this blue liquid is only charging 1000 Dillar per vial."

In an instant Irene grabbed the piece of paper in Keizawa's hand, then read it over and over until finally she took a deep breath.

"Kei, get every single Hateur this guy has."

"Roger."

Keizawa nodded and immediately grabbed the dumb cellphone that the owner of Hateur had sent him.

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Keizawa:

// Mr. Jean, I've received your message and am interested in buying all the Hateurs you have. I'll also place an order of 50 vials/week.//

# 4444 #:

// Did Fecking Irene did not tell you that creating a Hateur requires extreme concentration and can only be done once a month?//

Keizawa:

//How did you know Irene was with me?//

# 4444 #:

//Because Russai Mob will skin her alive if she ever leaves you.//

Keizawa:

//As well as your extraordinary skills in pharmaceuticals, it seems like you also know a lot of info related to the underground world in Nikko. Maybe we can greet each other and make a bigger deal?//

# 4444 #:

// Sorry, I never made a face-to-face deal. Well, I'm busy right now and don't have much time to chat, so I'll see you tomorrow, and as it was written in my message, I'll tell you the meeting place an hour in advance.//

Keizawa:

// Even if it's only 30 vials/month, I'm still interested in buying the Hateur you produced. I can pay for it with money, gold, alternative identities, intel, medical service, firearms, safehouses, or whatever commodity is needed to survive in the underworld.//

# 4444 #:

// I have to leave Nikko in two days. Send me another message and our transaction is canceled.//

After turning off the cellphone in his hand, Hide then turned to the bed where Aizawa was fast asleep. Tonight it rains very hard along with the wind and thunder, so Hide studied and did his schoolwork in Aizawa's room.

'Hopefully tomorrow's transaction will run smoothly,' muttered Hide before returning his focus to half-finished physics task.

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