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    Connor’s eyes widened in shock. “They actually used the muscle rxant?”


    Among mercenaries, the muscle rxant was famous. ck Snake had created it—a powerful sedative that could incapacitate even a lion with ease.


    ck Snake was known for her exceptionalbat skills and her prowess in creating and using drugs. Her concoctions were almost legendary.


    This particr muscle rxant was especially well-regarded. ck Snake rarely used this drug. It was said that the ingredients were incredibly expensive, and she had a strict code—only using it against the most dangerous foes.


    Given that Bu was drunk and had no history with ck Snake, it seemed unlikely she would deploy such a potent drug against him.


    Connor’s eyes narrowed with skepticism. “Are you absolutely certain it was the muscle rxant created by ck Snake?”


    Bu responded without hesitation, “I wasn’t sure until I connected it with your wife. How would I have linked it back to her otherwise?”


    He didn’t delve into specifics. He had first discovered that Marissa had worked with Silver Fox in beating him up. Then he found out he had been poisoned by the muscle rxant, leading him to deduce Marissa was ck Snake.


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    Bu was really shocked by this discovery.


    Given that Marissa was the formidable ck Mallow at the Doomsday Base, it wasn’t shocking to learn she was also ck Snake.


    After all, the chief instructor of Doomsday Base carried slightly more influence than ck Snake.


    After uncovering that Marissa was ck Snake, Bu traced the details and confirmed that Connor’s wife couldn’t be Tiffany from the Nash family.


    Tiffany had lived most of her life in Blebert. It was possible that she was Only, the renowned painter, and ck Mallow, the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base. But she couldn’t possibly be ck Snake.


    ck Snake was known for being constantly on missions, a schedule that didn’t align with Tiffany’s life in the least.


    Bu now understood why Connor, usually so aloof, was captivated by his wife. She wasn’t the Tiffany he remembered but an extraordinary woman in her own right.


    This revtion only intensified Bu’s curiosity. If Connor’s wife wasn’t Tiffany, who was she? What was her real name and background? And why did she resemble Tiffany so much?


    Before Bu could ask, Connor interrupted, “Even if you traced the muscle rxant to ck Snake, how did you figure out that ck Snake is my wife?”


    Regarding Connor’s question, Bu let out a chuckle and cleared his throat. “Ahem!”


    He then exined, “Your wife’s close friend, White Mallow, used a muscle rxant on me in my hotel room, assaulted me, and then took me to a street, nning to continue there.


    However, she soon realized she had the wrong person and, in her confusion, reached out to your wife for help. I was partially conscious during their discussion on how to resolve the situation and overheard everything they said.”


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