The problem with this stuff was that injecting it could easily lead to sudden death. That was why Dean usually only carried a few morphine injections—they were safe, effective, and cheap.
Times were changing. Perhaps in a few years, the Ancient Muay Thai passed down for centuries in Ana's lineage would end up worthless—reduced to a pile of video data no one cared to learn, discarded on the internet.
Dean lost interest in continuing the conversation. He grabbed the disc of the 108 forms of Ancient Muay Thai. "I can learn this, and I don't need your Secret Medicine, but the tuition has to be cheaper."
"That's fine." Ana nodded somewhat wearily. "I'll just charge the cost price for the Tiger Bone Balm. Just give Kapu one hundred thousand US dollars."
After speaking, he shakily turned, went back to the cabinet, and took out five palm-sized glass jars, each about a finger-joint deep. "This is the Tiger Bone Balm. The usage instructions are in the tutorial."
