A dirty magazine publisher (possibly based on Larry Flint) decides to go to work on solar energy which makes certain oil companies mad enough to kill. Remo and Chiun have to protect him from assassins, including a line of assassins that was taught their skills by a past Sinanju master.
In spite of the overused, “protect someone” plot that Warren Murphy did not seem to know how to deviate from when he was writing these by himself, I enjoyed the story immensely, and I always like the books where Sinanju history is part of the story.
Favorite tidbits: In chapter 2 there are two kids sitting on a rooftop, waiting for the drugs they just took to kick in (The drugs are fake; they got sold some powdered sugar or fake LSD). They see Remo do some amazing Sinanju, and think they are having a great drug trip.
Warning, sex and graphic gory violence.