Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 222: Threat
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130- Cloud Peak delicacies
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 924: Predicament
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1129- Two reports
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3815: Finding Reinforcements
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 24: Version a.02 Update! Death Penalty!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 595: Uncle and Nephew (7)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
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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