Not just the Drakon, but every general of the seven armies had experienced countless near-death experiences.
The Apothecary was the man responsible for bringing them back from the grips of death. His medical prowess was undeniable, yet Beefy Bob called him a moron.
On the way to drop off Isaac at his home in Riverview, Old Brooks said in a low voice, "Wilson captured a few of my men and took them to Aurum County earlier."
"What are you trying to say?" Isaac lit a cigarette.
Old Brooks sighed. "Right now, the power gap between the Kenne family and me is too wide. It's only because you're here that they dare not reach brashly past Cloud City's borders. I want to... I wanto to establish a group of assassins."
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