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About one o'clock in the morning.
Philadelphia, New York.
In a luxury suite of a five-star hotel.
Jason Bland was seated on the ground, healing his wounds.
His face and body were wrapped everywhere with gauze.
On the ground, there were many empty porcelain bottles.
To heal his wounds, he had taken out all the healing pills.
What angered him was,
even after consuming so many pills, his wounds had healed by less than half.
He clenched his fists tightly, hating Yang Luo to the extreme.
That kid really wanted to kill him; he had been truly heavy-handed.
If he had not used the threat of Emei at the last moment, he and Elder Welch would have probably been unable to leave Emei alive.
At this moment.
The doorbell rang.
He got up and walked over, opening the door.
There stood Laurent Welch at the entrance, holding a set of documents in his hands.
"Elder Welch, so late at night, what's the matter?"
Jason Bland asked.
