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

would spare no expense in

faintly. “Where’s the

around so haughtily before like they

people. Now, they were

for his help.

not have been a bit more

help but

were doing all that for the young sir’s sake. Please understand!” the burly man explained,

onlookers had

Nash sighed softly.

else. Since they had knelt down to

show some mercy.

sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die.

came over with a syringe as she wanted to draw the

experiment.

Fanny’s wrist and

caused enough trouble?”

were to take action, there might still

save Atlas. What would happen to Atlas if they drove the

young man away?

dismissed him, saying, “Grandpa, do

nonsense?”

drew a small amount of blood from

about Seven-Starred Begonias mention nothing of their

that’s ancient literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the autobiography of a

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