It was 1:30 P.M. by the time Alex arrived at Hellâs Angels owned by Thousand Miles Conglomerate.
A few underlings were waiting at the door. As soon as they noticed Alex, they bowed down respectfully.
âWelcome, Master Alex!â
Alex was starting to get used to this title and nodded. âWhereâs Lord Lex?â
âLord Lex is inside. After you, sir.â
Lex looked much better compared to when a demon was draining his Chi and blood. His cheeks were
slightly flushed and he seemed to be quite energized as well.
Alex noticed a strong aroma of traditional medicine and could miraculously tell which herbs and in what
ratios were used just from scent⦠This was another ability that came with the Ultimate Book of
Medicine.
The medicine included ginseng, wild celery, chinese knotweed, saussurea, and many other expensive
herbs. It seemed that Lex was taking this medicine to help restore blood flow.
However, the ratios seemed a bit offâit was too concentrated. That was why Lexâs face was fairly
flushed.
Upon Alexâs arrival, Lex smiled. âMr. Rockefeller, itâs great that youâre finally here! Can you please
check up on Waltz? Sheâs extremely ill.â
Since there were others around, Lex knew that it wasnât appropriate to refer to Alex as master.
Alex nodded and didnât question any further.
Alex was shocked to see Waltz in this state. Her limbs were tied to all four corners of the bed as she
screamed in pain, struggling to break free. The expensive rosewood bed was shaking vigorously from
her drastic movements.
Alex took a look into her Chi and identified the problem. She was poisoned after being bitten by a spirit.
âHow did she get hurt?â Alex asked.
âMr. Rockefeller, do you still remember that painting from before? That was a gift from Xavier Young at
my birthday celebration. I thought he had good intentions, but apparently not. There is someone
powerful backing him in order to kill me, just to get their hands on Thousand Miles Conglomerate,â Lex
said furiously. âWaltz brought some of our men to force the Youngs to talk, but they came back
defeated. Waltz almost didnât make it all the way back here.â
âOh!â Alex nodded lightly. He wasnât interested in any of their underground conflicts.
However, only a vengeful spirit would be able to make a living person suffer from just a mere bite.
âAhhh, I canât take it anymore! Hey, Rockefeller, can you even save me?â Waltz yelled at Alex. She was
still struggling, only managing to move her torso around. Her front view was quite the sight.
âYeah, I canâ¦â
âThen do it quick! If you want anything, you could just ask! I donât want to suffer anymore!â
Alex calmly scanned the interior of the room that he was in. It was apparent that Waltz lived here as
there were quite some feminine objects lying around. He even noticed a few undergarments too.
âHey, what are you looking at? Can you please just help me now?â Waltz screamed. Her whole body
was itchy and in sheer pain. She just wanted to make the itch go away, even if it meant she had to dig
into her skin.
Her thighs were quite a mess from her scratching. This was the reason Lex had someone tie her to the
bed.
Alex picked up a bag of melon seeds and placed one into his mouth. He asked, âIs this how you ask for
help?â
âAh!â Waltz was going insane. Sheâd rather die than endure this. âWhat do you want me to do?â
Lex was panicking as well, yet he didnât dare to rush Alex.
âYou have to be polite when asking for help. Isnât that common sense? How old are you, anyway?â
Waltz screamed, âMr. Rockefeller! Master Alex! Big Brother Alex! Please, please just hurry and relieve
me of this suffering!â
âThatâs more I like it.â
Alex stood up and tore her shorts in half around her thigh area. Her skin was now exposed and there
was a black spot the size of a coin from which an ominous black mist surrounded her thighs.
Alex reached two fingers out, preparing to heal her.
Suddenly, a young man rushed in and yelled, âStop!â
Alex looked to the side and realized that there was a man in his late 20s at the door. His eyes were
filled with energy and determination as his aura radiated intensely.
The man said, âGodfather, how could you let this inexperienced jerk heal Waltz? Sheâs clinging on her
lifeline now. What will we do if something goes wrong? This was why I had a real monk come by,
Jarsurya of Obloha Nuvem.â
Just then, a monk in long robes and white hair entered the room. He really seemed like a holy saint.