Sam, who was feeling extremely lucky just a moment ago, was now whining in pain. His injuries were like the ones Milo had suffered back then. Such internal injuries would only slowly heal after the black medicine that was applied onto the skin was fully absorbed. Milo reminded him repeatedly not to take it orally, otherwise, who knew what effect it would have on him?
When Milo and the others returned after taking care of the Ultima Consortium company, Sam struggled to get up and thanked Milo.
In the earlier situation, everyone knew the best option for the Razor Sharp Company was to let Sam die a swift death before they avenged him.
If it were the past, everyone would definitely have done the same if they were stuck in a similar impasse.
Scott looked at the way Sam was moving and scolded, “Your dislocated arm has been reattached, huh? You’re all good again now, huh? Lie down and get some rest already! Brothers, set up the stretcher for him. You better fucking lie on the stretcher obediently til you’ve recovered from your injuries.”
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