Once David Johnson's figure disappeared, Sarah Moore glanced again at the so-called elixir in her palm, just about to throw it away, but for some reason, she hesitated.
"That guy won't use this thing to keep fooling people, right? No, I'll take it to the company for testing next Monday. Hopefully, it's not poisonous. If it is, I must persuade David not to deal with this stuff anymore."
Afterward, Sarah tidied up the kitchen a bit, then sat on the sofa to read today's Brooksdale Business News.
This was a habit she had cultivated over the years.
Suddenly, her gaze landed on the date in today's newspaper, reminding her of something, and she muttered to herself, "It's almost the memorial day for the Johnson Family's three members again. I guess I'll be the only one paying my respects this year. Although I have no connection with the Johnson Family, some things just need someone to do them. If those guys in Brooksdale won't do it, then I'll do it."
In fact, after the incident at Mistwood Manor five years ago, she had sought out many people, just trying to figure out the reason why the Johnson Family was wiped out.
However, not a single person was willing to tell her; everyone's reaction seemed as if they were terrified of being involved with the Johnson Family.
She even found David's uncle, but not only did he refuse to tell her the truth, he directly kicked her out!
After five years, through her investigation, she managed to gather some news.
Back then, it seems David's father offended a bigwig from Silverwood over something, and then in anger, that bigwig killed David's parents directly.
As for David, he allegedly slipped and fell into Deepwater Lake, his life or death uncertain.
She had visited the place where David fell; the water flow there was rapid, and falling in meant there's no chance of survival.
"What misfortune has the Johnson Family wrought, for such a good family to end up like this, alas!" Sarah sighed heavily.
...
Early next morning, as I just left The Grandview Apartments, I noticed a Mercedes G-Class parked at the entrance to the community.
It was identical to the one back at Central Park.
Next to the G-Class stood a girl, Hannah Young, who was anxiously looking around for something.
Today, Hannah wasn't wearing a hat, her ink-black hair cascading down to her waist, dressed in a simple white dress, akin to a fairy.
The combination of luxury car and beauty was enough to capture everyone's attention!
Inside the community, a group of boys gathered, whispering among themselves.
"Do you think that beauty is waiting for a guy or a girl?"
"Of course she's waiting for a girlfriend! That's a G-Class, easily worth millions! According to research, girls who buy a G-Class usually have a strong personality and come from wealthy families. Would a young lady from such a background wait here for a guy? Impossible!" A chubby guy with glasses said mysteriously, "Brothers, let me tell you more; if a beauty is being kept, she'd mostly drive a BMW. It looks flashy and attractive; isn't that right?"
The chubby guy's analysis seemed logical, instantly attracting a large fan base.
Seeing so many fans, he continued talking, more and more outrageous, even starting to analyze the girl's posture to guess if she's a virgin, which had the onlookers howling.
At that moment, I walked over, furrowing my brow as I told the chubby guy, "I think your analysis is wrong."
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Everyone simultaneously turned their gaze towards me.
The chubby guy pushed up his glasses, somewhat hostile, "Who are you, kid? Do you know my nickname, Prince of the Ladies! I've been with more women than meals you've had... Do you know women better than me?"
I shook my head, "I don't know women, but I know the girl in the dress is waiting for me, so all your reasoning is wrong."
As soon as this was said, not only did the chubby guy laugh, but everyone laughed.
"Waiting for you? Haha, you must be kidding yourself!"
"Would a G-Class beauty wait for someone like you? Killing me with laughter."
"With someone like you, if that beauty is waiting for you, I'll stream myself cutting off my manhood!" The chubby guy said with a pledged hand gesture.
Facing the surrounding ridicule, I couldn't be bothered and directly walked towards Hannah Young.
Seeing me truly brazenly approaching, everyone showed a look of anticipating drama.
Such a woman generally had a background; if you approached her or attempted flirting recklessly, you'd end up paying a heavy price!
Hannah Young by the G-Class naturally noticed me; her tense heart finally relaxed!
If I didn't appear, or appeared hours later, her father would surely die!
Her father had instructed her to keep her demeanor extremely humble when inviting me!
Without further thought, she trotted over and even bowed to me, greeting respectfully, "Good day, Mr. Johnson, I..."
She had intended to say some polite words, but I waved my hand, "Take me to The Cruz Family, I reckon Samuel Thompson must be anxious."
Her every word was cautious, unlike anything she had experienced before, afraid of offending David somehow.
Although David carried no aura, she always felt an invisible pressure enveloping her.
Once I was seated, Hannah got in as well, feeling a sense of relief.
The G-Class slowly departed from the community...
At this moment, the group who had been discussing were completely petrified.
They were initially waiting to see that kid disgrace himself, but unexpectedly, the kid actually got in the car! Crucially, throughout the process, the G-Class beauty was humbling herself like an ancient maid serving her master!
What the heck, what's with this absurdity!
Do beauties nowadays go for such types?
"Am I dreaming?" A guy said weakly.
"I remember someone saying they'd cut off their manhood... Where is that genius now?"
"Yeah, where's the guy who claimed to have been with countless women, about to cut his manhood?"
The chubby guy's face turned crimson; ignoring the reaction of the group, he quietly slipped away.
...
Half an hour later, at The Cruz Family in Brooksdale.
I got out of the car, noticing almost everyone from The Cruz Family had come to greet me, a considerable turnout.
Samuel Thompson immediately stepped forward, excitedly saying, "Mr. Johnson, you're finally here. I haven't slept a wink last night, scared these might be my final hours! Had you been any later today, I'd probably have to start preparing my burial..."
Hannah's mother also spoke with respect, "Mr. Johnson, have you had breakfast? I've just had breakfast prepared by the house staff."
Overwhelmed by their enthusiasm, I directly said, "Let's go to the second floor; I'll treat you. It'll only take a few seconds."
Upon hearing "a few seconds," everyone twitched at the corner of their mouths.
Is there really treatment that quick?
Isn't a Divine Doctor supposed to diagnose thoroughly?
If they hadn't witnessed David's horrifying prowess that day, The Cruz Family would've likely already dismissed him as a lunatic.
Samuel Thompson asked uncertainly, "Mr. Johnson, are you sure, a few seconds? Even acupuncture isn't that fast..."
I replied indifferently, "There's no need for anything. Actually, no need to head to the second floor either; let's continue with the second stage of treatment right here."
The crowd was even more bewildered; this treatment seemed too frivolous.
"Mr. Johnson, aren't you going to lie down?" Samuel Thompson's heart suffered, his voice trembled.
"No need."
"Mr. Johnson, then what should I do?" Samuel Thompson asked.
"Just open your mouth."
Despite his doubts, Samuel Thompson obediently opened his mouth.
In the next moment, I took out a crumpled plastic bottle from my pocket, opened the lid, and poured out five black, unremarkable items.
"Come, come, swallow them all..."
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