Something that can pull a life back from the brink of death is the most precious thing of all.
People would spend millions without a second thought; they would flock to anything that offered even the slightest increase in their chances of survival—like that bottle of sports drink.
But erasing a person's life? That's cheap.
The tools of murder are often worthless.
Jin Xueli glanced at the purple soda can in her hand again.
'If it were just about killing someone, a knife would be enough. Even if I couldn't do it myself, twelve thousand dollars is enough to hire a desperado.'
But using worldly methods meant Jin Xueli would have to bear worldly risks and consequences. Blackmoor City was, after all, a real society with rules and laws. 'What if someone investigates Anthony's death or disappearance and traces it back to me?'
The Nest residents hadn't even managed to catch her. It would be far too ironic if she ended up in a human prison.
