"Duane, let's not beat around the bush, shall we?" Dustin
sipped his tea and said, "You said you've found the Panax root. Where is
it?" "Since you're so anxious, I won't tease you any longer." Duane
smiled and clapped his hands. A bodyguard entered the room carrying a
wooden box. Placing the box on the table between him and Dustin, Duane
opened it slowly. A dark yellow root no bigger than a palm sat inside. It
was a Panax root with unusually long roots. *This really is good stuff!"
Dustin exclaimed upon examining the root closely. He looked delighted. A
500–year–old Panax root was an extremely rare treasure! Now that he had
another herb, he was another step closer to his goal! "How is it, Dustin?
Are you satisfied?" Duane smiled expectantly. "Of course, I'm satisfied.
Thank you so much." Dustin smiled, reaching out to take the root.
Suddenly, the lid of the box snapped shut. "Dustin, what's the hurry?
Let's talk more," Duane asserted. One hand remained wrapped around the
box. Evidently, he was not planning on giving its contents to Dustin that
easily. "Duane, what's this about?" Dustin narrowed his eyes. "I'm very
interested in your Gemiphen formula. Can you sell it to me?' Duane smiled
faintly. "Duane, this wasn't what we agreed on. As per our agreement, I
cure your ailment, and you give me a 500–year -old Panax root in return,"
Dustin reminded him. "Are you sure you remember correctly? Yes, you cured
me, but I gave you the Hillview Hotel in return. As for the Panax root,
you'll have to exchange it for your Gemiphen formula!" "You sound like
you want to go back on your word," Dustin warned, his expression
gradually growing colder. He had thought that Duane had come to give him
the Panax root, but to his surprise, Duane had been eyeing his Gemiphen
formula all along. "Dustin, don't put it that way. We just want mutual
benefits. If you're unsatisfied, I can give you another thirty million in
cash!" Duane stuck out three fingers. "I've said this before. My Gemiphen
formula is not for sale. You can only give me herbs in exchange for it,"
stressed Dustin. "Haha… am I not doing an exchange with you right now?"
Duane hinted, tapping on the box between them. "Duane, if people find out
you're not a man of your word, won't you become a laughing stock?"
Dustin's expression was as cold as ice. If he negotiated politely, Dustin
didn't mind selling him two packets of Gemiphen. However, Duane's way of
obtaining the formula was foolish. *So what
if people find out? Who would believe you?" Duane challenged. His nervous
smile did not reach his eyes. The Gemiphen formula was priceless. If he
could get his hands on it, he could take over the entire Anderson family!
"Duane, for Ms. Harmon's sake, I won't burn bridges between us. So now,
you'd best give me the Panax root." Dustin said calmly, suppressing his
anger. "And what if I don't?" Duane retorted. "Then don't blame me for
snatching it away." Dustin was very blunt. "Snatch? Haha. If you can take
this box from me, I'll let you have it for free!" Duane laughed. He had
trained in martial arts for years and had long since reached the highest
level of mastery. How dare an amateur like Dustin snatch something out of
the hands of a master like him? "Okay! You said it yourself!" Dustin
wasted no time and reached for the wooden box. Duane was fully prepared.
His hand bent into a claw and grabbed Dustin's forcefully. The battle had
begun.