Johnson had no choice but to step out of Hank’s ward for a while.


    As soon as he left, the private doctor walked in with a smile and said, “Congrattions, Mr. Hank. In all my years of practicing medicine, I’ve never seen a case of pancreatic cancerpletely cured.”


    Hank nodded, ted that the tumor in his pancreas had vanished.


    Lying on the bed with his legs crossed, he sighed to himself, Damn, spending money to ward off misfortune really makes sense. The money’s gone, but so is the disease.


    However, as he shifted his legs, he became aware of a lingering issue—his manhood still showed no signs of recovery. A wave of mncholy and helplessness washed over him.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    His pancreatic cancer was cured, but who knew when his “little brother” would regain its strength?


    He initially considered consulting the private doctor or arranging for a specialist to examine him, hoping they could diagnose the problem.


    But then he realized—this was all charlie Wade’s doing. How could these doctors possibly understand the real cause?


    Seeking their help might not only fail to resolve his condition, but it could also lead to an embarrassing leak. If the hospitalbeled him as a case study for some new form of impotence, the humiliation would be unbearable.


    So, he dismissed the idea altogether.


    A few hourster, as dawn broke over New York, Dr. Johnson hurried back into the room.


    Knocking on the door, he beamed and announced, “Mr. Hank, congrattions! Your CA199 levels have dropped to 20—you’repletely cured.”


    “Beautiful!” Hank eximed.


    Hank jumped out of bed,ughing. “Make the arrangements—I’m getting discharged and heading home right now!”


    With that, he grabbed his phone and opened the group chat.


    Inside, dozens of messages awaited him—everyone was eager to know the results of his cancer examination. They were still anxiously waiting for his response.


    Hank quickly typed a message: “Everyone, my pancreatic cancer has been cured. Just letting you all know.”


    Initially, he hadn’t nned to share the news so soon.


    The thought of these people regaining their male virility while he was still suffering from his unresolved issue left him feeling resentful.


    But then he remembered what charlie Wade had told him—he was the ss representative. And with that title came a certain sense of honor.


    So, he sent the message.


    No one in the group had gone to bed; they had all stayed up, waiting for his update.


    The moment Hank’s message appeared, the entire group breathed a sigh of relief.<fna41d> Chapters first released on F?ndNovel</fna41d>


    By dawn, they had already begun pooling funds, transferring cryptocurrency to Matt Finkelstein at an astonishing speed.


    Just a few hourster, a massive assassination fund—worth over $10 billion—was officially established on the undergroundwork.


    As soon as itunched, the fund made a bold deration: They would invest billions to hunt down notorious celebrity perverts—those guilty of coercion, serious harm, or even murder across the world.


    The fund operated under three bounty mechanisms.