A few minutes later, Huang, covered in fresh blood and like a dead dog, was brought to the basement by the youth with one hand.
In the young man's left hand, there was also a black bag filled with money.
In the basement, those guys dressed in white lab coats had already fainted. There was no need to worry about them waking up, because even if they woke up, they wouldn't be able to move. Like the people outside, they had also been incapacitated by the youth. They were just not dead yet!
Bang!
The young man tossed the black bag in front of the homeless man, the bag was open. The homeless man saw it full of money and looked surprised, "Bro, what is this...?"
"Have you ever thought that if you sold your organs, even if your son's injuries could be cured in the future, would he be happy without a healthy father?!" the young man said.
