C269 Firearm Trade

By the time the pill furnace and its accompanying items were hauled to the mountain's summit, the day was well into its latter half, with the sun tilting westward.

Chiang Zhonghsing lay sprawled on a patch of flat, dry grass, staring up at the sky, gasping for air with his mouth agape. His chest heaved like that of a recently rescued drowning victim, desperate for oxygen