Qi Shu Transporter ((top))

In the underworld of traditional medicine and arcane martial arts, Qi—the vital life force—was the most volatile currency. When a Grandmaster died, his lifetime of cultivated energy didn't just vanish. If not contained, it could level a city block. Jason’s specialty was moving that energy from the point of death to a worthy successor, or sometimes, to a secure vault known as the Dragon’s Throat.

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He weaved through traffic, his movements fluid. The SUVs were aggressive, trying to box him in on the elevated highway. Jason downshifted. The car surged forward, sliding between a truck and a barrier with millimeters to spare. In the underworld of traditional medicine and arcane

As his fingers brushed the handle, a jolt of electricity surged up his arm. It wasn't painful; it was... memories. Flashes of ancient battles, monks meditating on high peaks, the smell of incense, the feeling of immense sorrow. The energy was talking to him. Jason’s specialty was moving that energy from the

The thug fired. The bullets sparked harmlessly against the air around the car, deflected by the dense field of pressurized Qi leaking from the briefcase.

"Here we go," Jason muttered.

Thump.