The old man's family did not compare to the Ingrams or the Jarics?

And judging from his pulse, the old man was no martial artist but just a little stronger than the average man. Frank mused if he could be mistaken just then and that Jason's benefactor was not the one he was looking for. Still, he said, "Step out for a moment. I'll try to save him!"

"Alright, let's go!"

The old man's son promptly beckoned at his friends and family to leave.

Ten minutes later, Frank stepped outside as well and told Tigris to bring some pen and paper, writing down a prescription.

"Just stick to this-remember, three times a day before meals," he told the old man's son. "He'll fully recover in just five days." "What?!" The old man's son was dumbfounded.

He was hoping that his father would die sooner, but he needed some doctors to declare that his father was beyond saving. And yet, this half-baked pretty boy did it anyway!

"Are you kidding?" he asked, even as the rest of his family and friends flocked around him.

jokes around. The old man

"We'll see!"

into the old man's ward and realized

but his vitals-which were failing earlier-were now brimming

but the brat had

Tigris returned to Jason's room, where

worry!" Tigris exclaimed. "Mr. Frankton never misses! Your mentor has

out much hope, but

I'll give you anything you like,

have nothing I want or need. I'd just like to

for Tigris and Lara to leave, while beckoning for Frank to sit by

was worried that those loan sharks would find me. But one day, my mentor came to me and asked me to do something for

is it?" Frank asked,

me to deliver a parcel to a man named Luis Tembo and assured me that the parcel was

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