Next second, the man's face suddenly darkened, and a strong killing intent surged in his eyes. He then strode out of the door. The middle-aged man on the ground saw him about to leave and scrambled to crawl over, clutching the man's leg, pleading desperately,
"Boss, the antidote, my antidote!"
The tall and thin man stopped, looked down coldly at the middle-aged man on the ground, then took out a pill from his pocket and threw it at him.
"Bertram, if you dare to act on your own again, the only thing waiting for you will be a dead end!"
The greatest advantage of being a pharmacist is being skilled in concocting all sorts of potions, be it poisons that can kill or medicines that can save lives. If he wishes, he can save lives or kill without a trace.
