At this moment, Jones was renderedpletely disabled. Both of his shoulders had suffered catastrophic fractures, and the surrounding flesh and tissuey in disarray, resembling mud puddles. If he were to go to the hospital right now, amputation would be the only course of action. He wouldn’t even be able to take care of himself! It would be a living nightmare!
No, he couldn’t bear the thought of living like that for the rest of his days!
Marcus finally grasped the gravity of the situation after his father’s disciplinary p and stern lecture. Continuing to harbor his arrogant attitude towards Charlie was futile. A man as formidable as Jones, who had effortlessly taken down Don Albert’s men as if they were mere ythings, had fallen easily in defeat.
Even if he were to threaten Charlie with a knife held to Jacob’s throat, Marcus felt certain that Charlie could eliminate him without causing harm to Jacob.
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With a heavy thud, Marcus knelt down and cried out, “Master Wade, I’m truly sorry! Please forgive me… My dad and I came here today because we were forced by Sean Webb! Just look at me—I’m a coward! I wouldn’t even dare to act unless I had the courage of a lion…”
He sobbed loudly as he begged for Charlie’s forgiveness.
Charlie scoffed, showing his disdain. “Hmm, it seems you both have a strong will to survive!”
Mr. Lloyd quickly added, “Yes, Master Wade, we’ve learned our lesson. Please…”
Charlie interjected coldly, “Stay down! If you move even a muscle, I’ll take your heads off!”
Both Mr. Lloyd and Marcus trembled like frightened pups, remaining kneeling on the floor.
Charlie then approached Don Albert and checked his pulse.
He could tell that Don Albert was still alive, albeit struggling with low oxygen levels that had left his body extremely weak and internally damaged.
Describing his condition was akin to someone recovering from a severe brain injury; he was alive, but there was a possibility that he might not regain consciousness for three to five years—or perhaps even for a lifetime.
Charlie couldn’t stand to watch him suffer like this.
After all, someone as tough and loyal as Don Albert was a rare find. He couldn’t simply look on as Don Albert endured such misery.
Therefore, he subtly shifted his body to shield the view of onlookers, discreetly retrieved the Rejuvenating Pill from his pocket, and ced it into Don Albert’s mouth.
This ancient prescription drug was long lost to time, and it melted instantly upon contact, delivering remarkable effects!
The pill quickly transformed into a warm current that flowed through Don Albert’s internal organs.
Soon enough, Don Albert began to stir from his near-death state.
Having been in a deepa due to asphyxiation, Don Albert opened his eyes in bewilderment upon seeing Charlie right in front of him.
He realized he had been on the brink of death but couldn’t fathom how he had suddenly awakened.
In shock, he eximed, “Master Wade…what…what happened? Am…am I alive?”
Charlie nodded and replied calmly, “While I’m around, you won’t die so easily.”
Gratitude washed over Don Albert as he said, “Master Wade, thank you for your incredible generosity!”
Then, gulping nervously, he added, “I’m sorry, Master Wade, for involving your father-inw in this predicament…”
Charlie waved his hand dismissively. “No, it’s not your fault. Besides, he’s fine.”
Don Albert exhaled a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he felt an intense warmth circting throughout his body. This warmth not only healed his injuries but also revitalized him, filling him with energy.
He sensed that he was growing stronger with every moment, feeling more youthful than before! His previously blurred vision sharpened as he looked at Charlie!
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