The eighth floor of the apartment building, unlike the seven floors below, does not have rooms separated from each other.

The entire eighth floor is a factory dedicated to Tamar Rihadi.

In the spacious space, the concrete walls are mottled, the windows are all closed, there are no curtains, and instead of brown plastic curtains affixed to the windows,

Long tubes hang from the ceiling, and beneath them are workbenches.

As the building's power supply system has been cut off, women, teenagers, and children wearing very old full-coverage respirator masks have to sit at their workbenches with a little sunlight shining through the brown curtain.

Around the work area, many gangsters with machetes are patrolling.

There are all kinds of large plastic buckets on the walls, and on the shelves at the back of the room, there are many white square plastic containers with black skull patterns painted on them.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! ”

The short, fat man with a dark complexion clapped his hands and shouted, "This shipment must be bagged by tonight!" ”

As one of the directors of the factory and a close confidant of Tamar Riadi, he understands the importance of this shipment.

A few months ago, Santos Aquino, who represented the rebel forces, approached Tamar Riadi and claimed that they had a recipe for a new compound and a process flow blueprint, and they needed to commission Tamar Riadi to produce it.

This kind of thing, Tamar Riadi refused to believe at first,

With so many new compounds on the market, I have never heard of anyone taking the initiative to share new formulations or unique processes.

It's a priceless thing, the kind you can't buy with real money.

For the sake of Santos's brother's face, Tamar Riadi still let his subordinates try to produce a batch of goods,

Unexpectedly, this batch of brand-new compounds has a pure taste and an explosive effect, turning other products into slag in seconds.

Crucially, according to a chemical expert hired by Tamar Rihadi, the compounds miraculously do not cause visible harm to the human body.

It is harmless, it does not make people describe it as withered, it does not make people fester, it does not make people lose their minds, it does not look like a demon.

Even, tasting it regularly can also make people refreshed, refreshed, and in good condition.

It's like.... Coca cola? Or chewing gum? Red Bull?

The only drawback is that if you don't taste it every day, it will make people uncomfortable.

Can't stand the subtle changes in temperature, any breeze blowing will cause intense itching of the skin all over the body.

The pudgy man is not a chemist, but he is a factory manager,

Over the years, he had seen countless human tragedies caused by compounds, and knew that no matter how harmless these products looked, they would eventually lead people into the abyss.

In any case, Tamar Riadi still asked his subordinates to secretly sell the new product on the market.

The feedback has been excellent, and many poisonous insects are even willing to pay ten times the price of similar products to buy this new product.

After a back and forth, the two sides hit it off, and Tamar Riadi was in charge of producing this new product for Santos (sometimes secretly hiding some products for chemical analysis, improving processes, selling, and bribing).

The latter is responsible for overseas transportation and marketing.

As a close confidant, Humpty Dumpty knew that as the cooperation between the two sides continued, the relationship became closer, and Santos Aquino also brought another drawing for Tamar Riadi.

This drawing is an improved version of the original one, the process flow is more cumbersome, and the preparation conditions are more demanding.

But the effectiveness of the product is also stronger, even to the extent that it can reach the level of unparalleled in the world.

The product made in this new drawing is called "Epiphany".

The production and packaging of epiphany, at the request of Santos, became more secretive,

All of this was done in a dark room on the tenth floor, and even the short and fat man had no way of knowing the entire process.

All he knew was that these "epiphany" were sold all over the world,

In addition to the Philippines, there are also regions on other continents that produce and sell "epiphany".

It's as if someone or organization is pushing for it.

No matter what the purpose of these people is, they definitely don't care much about money, and they don't set a high price for Epiphany and its secondary products.

Otherwise such a "harmless" compound would be enough to build a huge empire for them.

Thinking back, the stocky man looked around the factory and called over a few gangmen with machetes to help the women load the epiphany's secondary products together.

Even if the effect is a little less, these goods can be sold at a high price.

Outside the factory, Tamar Rihadi's right-hand man, a man named Chirp, yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Hey? Feed? Big ghost, can you hear me?? ”

There was a murmur on the intercom, and no response could be heard.

Chirped and scolded, inserting the walkie-talkie back into his waist, the short and fat man walked over hesitantly and accosted: "Chirp, what's wrong?" Is the big ghost in trouble? ”

Chirp turned his head and stared at the other party expressionlessly for a while, which made the latter's heart furry and uncomfortable.

Chirp is Tamar Riadi's gold medal fighter, who has learned the traditional Southeast Asian martial art Bankasula (PencakSilat, derived from Malay culture and widely spread in Southeast Asia, with many variants, characterized by fast, ingenious, and swift),

He once used his fists and a tiger claw knife to take out ten other gang thugs in the alley who came to besiege him.

As he was stared at, the short and fat man felt as if he was being targeted by a fierce tiger ready to choose a man to devour.

The heart kept drumming, and the cold hairs on the back of the neck stood up.

After staring for a while, Chirp retracted his gaze and commanded coldly,

"The rest of the goods don't need to be loaded for the time being, and let the women send all the packages that have been packed to the warehouse. You call all the rest of the people who can fight. ”

"Huh?"

The short and fat man was stunned when he heard this, he only knew that a special operations team rushed into the building,

But Tamar Riadi had obviously received the news before and arranged for his men to ambush him.

The man was puzzled: "Haven't you already broken them up and are ready to wrap them up?" Why still fight? ”

Chirp said calmly: "Your words, too much. ”

The short and fat man shuddered, lowered his head, did not dare to say more, ran back into the room, sent the women to deliver the goods, and told all the thugs to take their guns.

Chirp stood alone in the corridor, and all the subordinates he had sent downstairs had lost contact, and he hadn't even sent back a little useful information.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke briefly to Tamar Riadi to prepare the gang leader he was loyal to escape.

As for himself...

Looking into the distance, the dim corridor that seemed to be plunged into eternal darkness, a smile appeared on his unassumingly thin face—he was willing to sacrifice his heart for Tamar Riadhi.