Chapter 124 A Humiliated Prodigy

• “Do it properly, you fool! You can’t even administer a simple drug!” Richard’s voice cracked sharply against the low thumping bass leaking in from the massive club hall outside. The Maritama Club was alive tonight — music vibrating through the walls, lights pulsing faintly even through the tinted glass of this private chamber. Yet inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.
• Killian’s hand trembled as he angled the needle, trying to inject one of Richard’s friends. On the glass table beside them, white powder lay scattered in messy lines, half-used injection kits tossed around between bottles of expensive liquor. A pair of girls danced lazily on a narrow stage in front of them, barely glancing at the men as if they were used to this scene.
• “Oh, do you feel bad, doctor?” Steve drawled, the cockiest of Richard’s circle, his words slurred with amusement. “Imagine that — a neurosurgeon feeding us hard drugs like room service.”