Despite his smile, Scott looked far from trustworthy.

"What does Mr. Mosey want me to do?" Lana suddenly felt uneasy.

"Simple. Tomorrow, find an excuse to invite Dustin for dinner. Slip this bottle of Tranqurin into his drink.

"Once it kicks in, you can bail, and I'll handle the rest," Scott explained, putting a black medicine bottle on the table containing Tranqurin.

It was a drug designed to take down martial artist masters.

"Mr. Mosey, please think this through. Is it necessary to go t