Seeing that Micah seemed to be on the verge of death, Charlie shook his head helplessly, "You were not convinced that you would have a bloody disaster and now you have turned into this bird and ask me to help you end the game. Don’t you feel ashamed?"
Micah begged, "Mr. Wade… I’m here… I know I’m wrong… Now… Now I just want to keep this dog’s life… So I can go back to my family… Stay for a while…"
Charlie said lightly, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you die, at least not now. After all, today is Uncle Hogan’s housewarming, it would be really unlucky if you died here."
With that, he stepped forward, took out a packet of medicinal powder from Micah’s pocket and asked, "Is this the antidote?"
"Yes…" Micah nodded his head like garlic.
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