Chapter 707
Old Donald anxiously spoke up, “Sir, please wait…”
Nash remained indifferent and continued making his way out. He did not need the
Eremochloa for the Golden Onyx Pill. Other herbs could
substitute for it. The resulting pill might be a bit more toxic, but with the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron,
Nash could refine it and eliminate the
toxicity.
Atlas’ men quickly ran out, blocking Nash’s path. The three of them
stared at Nash coldly.
“You can’t leave…”
They were not fools. They could tell that the old man in the pharmacy was helpless. The young man in
front of them had spoken with conviction, indicating he might be skilled.
Nash narrowed his eyes and replied coldly, “I want to leave. You think
you can stop me?”
The three burly men fell to their knees before him, and the scene
attracted the attention of many onlookers.
“Sir, please, save our young sir! We’ll pay whatever amount you ask, just save him!” one of the burly
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the patriarch would spare no expense in this matter.
Nash smiled faintly. “Where’s the arrogance from before?”
They had been strutting around so haughtily before like they were
such important people. Now, they were kneeling before him, pleading
for his help.
Could they not have been a bit more modest to begin with?
Nash could not help but sigh inwardly.
“Sir, we were doing all that for the young sir’s sake. Please understand!” the burly man explained,
sweat pouring down his face.
More and more onlookers had gathered around.
“Enough, get up.” Nash sighed softly. Saving a life was more
important than anything else. Since they had knelt down to apologize,
he decided to show some mercy.
Mireille glanced at Nash sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die. What
he wanted changed was their attitude.
Old Donald helped Atlas onto a sickbed. Fanny came over with a syringe as she wanted to draw the
man’s blood sample for her
experiment.
Old Donald grabbed Fanny’s wrist and reprimanded her, “Haven’t you
caused enough trouble?”
If Brian Tanner’s grandmaster were to take action, there might still be
a chance to save Atlas. What would happen to Atlas if they drove the
young man away?
Fanny dismissed him, saying, “Grandpa, do you really believe in his
nonsense?”
She broke free from her grandfather’s grasp and drew a small amount of blood from Atlas’ arm.
“Records about Seven-Starred Begonias mention nothing of their
ability to magnify other toxins, but that’s ancient literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the
autobiography of a famous medical
expert.
“No one has seen the mention of Seven-Starred Begonias in modern medical history, so their specifics
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“So what? I don’t believe he has personally witnessed its poison either!
Fanny held the syringe and went into the inner room.
She picked up a domestically raised small white mouse from the cage. Just as she was about to inject
the blood into the mouse, Nashi suddenly walked in. “You really are stubborn!”
He raised his hand and manipulated the objects from a distance. The
small white mouse and the syringe in Fanny’s hand were sucked into
Nash’s hand.
“Can you understand this?” Nash said coldly.
Fanny merely replied, “I can understand this. Martial artists practice
vital energy, and that’s what you used!”
Old Donald smiled bitterly and said, “Fanny, you’d better speak less!”
Displeasure showed on her face. “Grandpa, do you also think I’m doing something wrong?”
“The unsightly are truly prone to causing trouble!” Nash said as he glanced at the woman as though
she were an idiot. Then, he said to Mireille, “Let’s hurry up and treat Atlas. That’s the better option.
compared to letting a certain someone try to show off.”