He really thinks he's got the whole sewer contracted, huh?
Even if they were his own fish, sometimes he still has to refuse capture.
"Fine, fine, thirty it is. Get ready, we're going down from the manhole cover on Rose Street."
Liu Zheng said.
"Got it."
The Fisherman abruptly hung up the phone.
"At his age, he still has such a temper; isn't he afraid of having a stroke due to high blood pressure? Old Nile, you should check out the Fisherman later, he might have hyperthyroidism or a cerebral hemorrhage or something."
He curled his lip as he spoke.
"I actually think you should get checked first to see if you have the disease of dying if you don't act crappy."
Dr. Nile chuckled.
"Bias, all of this is bias. Okay, let's go."
Upon leaving the clinic, the Sphinx looked up at them.
"If I don't come back, I'm entrusting you to look after the clinic."
Dr. Nile walked up to it and performed a 'Ra'-inspired gesture.
"Hmm."
