As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.

"Wait, Mr. Turnbull.” He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do—it won't be too late to kill him after.”

That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.

"Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.

"Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father.”

coolly. "See? The professor isn't making excuses for his failure,

nothing else, since Glen

Roberts opened his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying,

the wrist. "If only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient would be spared much

a scam, and I should

in. "You have to admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to deceive

the mirror—who do you think you

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