The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 8

attention. He also stared at the old man with wide eyes. “Where… where did this come from?” The old man asked as he slowly looked up at the crowd. “Oh, sir, it’s garbage from a vegetable.” Simon shook his head in disdain and curled his lips as he spoke. The Quinn family nodded along. “Ha… Haha… “This is garbage? If this is garbage, what else isn’t garbage? “The mind-clearing and nourishing pill is even the pinnacle of garbage.” The old man shook his head slightly with a sneer. “What?” The crowd was once again dumbfounded. The mind-clearing and nourishing pill Mr. Larson gave was absolutely priceless. Larson Pharmaceuticals once auctioned that pill for two hundred thousand dollars! Now, the old man said the mind-clearing and nourishing pill was below garbage compared to the one Sean had given. ‘Does that mean that pill is worth way more than two hundred thousand dollars, maybe even five hundred thousand dollars?’ Did Quill just squash half a million dollars with his foot? All the members of the Quinn family look at Quill strangely at the thought of this. Quill was stunned for a moment before quickly saying, “Sir, quit that nonsense!” “Young Master Zimmer, Master Hugh Clark is Larson Pharmaceuticals’ highest executive. “He has studied traditional medicine for 20 years. “Would he be speaking nonsense?” Without waiting for the old man to speak, Mr. Larson spoke defensively. Quill was immediately dumbfounded. After pondering for about two seconds, he said reluctantly, “It’s garbage. My family is also in the pharmaceutical industry. Would I not recognize it?” “Then tell me what herbs were used in this pill and what effect does it have?” Hugh asked in response, and Quill was once again speechless. “Could someone tell me which bastard has destroyed this miracle pill?” Hugh slowly scanned the crowd, and anyone could see the fury deep in his eyes. The crowd was silent. Quill also blushed and remained silent. Moments later, Hugh shook his head slightly. “I thought that since the Quinn family is eminent, I’d pay a visit since I happen to be in River City. “Who knew it’s just a bunch of airheads with tunnel vision. “I’m really disappointed.” Hugh waved his hand slightly. Then he turned around and walked out with the crushed pill in his hand. Mr. Larson pondered for two seconds before asking, “Did you say that the veg gave this pill? Is he the one…” “Yes, that’s the one…”  Old Madam Quinn nodded and replied with a dull look in her eyes. “Okay!