Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Ten in the morning.
Yuan Ke was heading out of Fengbei on a car, and he kept rushing the driver uneasily, “Hurry up, I’m begging you! Faster!”
…
Around half an hour later,
Old Ma was pushed out by the military doctor and tossed into an empty patient room. Meanwhile, Guan Qi was still being treated.
At the lobby below, Fatty Xing, dressed in a windbreaker, walked in with widened strides as he waved his arm, “Pleased to meet you, sorry for the trouble.”
A soldier went over to shake Fatty Xing’s hand before gesturing to the lift, saying, “Yuan Hua is on the third floor.”
“I’ll pay that old man a visit first.”
“Ah, he’s on the fourth floor!”
“Has he awoken yet? Can he speak?” Fatty Xing asked.
“He wasn’t shot in the vitals, so speaking shouldn’t be a problem,” the soldier replied.
“Thanks for the help.”
“It’s nothing much. I’m just following orders,” the soldier said as he escorted Fatty Xing up the lift.
A few minutes later, they arrived before the empty patient room. Fatty Xing, together with his second son and Peter, entered the room. As for the others, they stood outside the door and waited for them.
Inside the room, the pale-faced Old Ma was on an IV drip. His eyes were closed, and he was lying on the bed quietly.
Fatty Xing took off his leather gloves and smacked Old Ma’s shoulder, “Heh, despite being an old thing, it looks like your bones are still pretty tough!”
“They’re still not tougher than you capitalists,” Old Ma replied with a sigh.
Standing by the bedside with his hands behind his back, Fatty Xing glanced down at Old Ma and said, “Let’s cut the bullshit and get to business.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Don’t feign ignorance. Where’s my son?” Fatty Xing asked.
Old Ma looked at Fatty Xing for a moment before a grin formed on his lips. He asked, “Answer a few of my questions, and we can talk business right after.”
Fatty Xing frowned before nodding slowly, “Fine, ask.”
“The cost of your medicine is the same as ours, so why are you selling them for so expensively?” Old Ma asked.
“No, our cost is diffe
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