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 men solemnly declared. He believed

patriarch would spare no expense in

faintly. “Where’s the arrogance from

so haughtily before

people. Now, they were

for his help.

they not have been a bit more modest

could not help but sigh

all that for the young sir’s sake. Please understand!” the burly

and more onlookers

get up.” Nash sighed softly.

than anything else. Since they had

decided to show

at Nash sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die. What he wanted changed was their attitude.

onto a sickbed. Fanny came over with a syringe as she wanted to draw the man’s blood

experiment.

Donald grabbed Fanny’s wrist and reprimanded

caused enough trouble?”

grandmaster were to take action, there might still be

save Atlas. What would happen to Atlas

young man away?

saying, “Grandpa, do you really believe in

nonsense?”

grasp and drew a small amount

Begonias mention nothing of

literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the autobiography of

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