He was dripping with cold sweat and shaking his head at Sean.
"Don't come over. I warn you not to come over!"
Sean advanced while the two batons he held in each of his hands fell on the heads of the man's two companions before the man.
His two companions' heads bled as they fainted on the spot.
Michael looked blankly at the scene from a distance. He looked hesitant as if trying to say something, but nothing came out.
Sean said coldly, "Now, can you explain what happened?"
The man in front of Sean was terrified of Sean, but the hatred in his eyes never decreased.
"How dare you ask me for an explanation? Would Old Master Davis be in pain if you hadn't given him the special needle treatment?"
"Nothing will go wrong with my treatment. Don't answer me with such a ridiculous excuse. You'd better check your facts instead of me."
The man shouted at Sean, "You're the ridiculous one! Old Master Davis has been in such unbearable pain that he fainted several times since taking the medicine you sent. Old Master Davis said it's probably a side effect, so he just put up with it. Since then, Old Master Davis has fallen into a coma."
The man got angrier as he spoke, almost throwing caution to the wind and attacking Sean.
"Tell me. Whose fault is it if not yours?"
Sean stopped the man's attacks as he frowned.
"Medicine? When did I send Old Master Davis medicine?"
"Didn't you ask Eleanor to send it over? What's the matter? Are you pretending to have memory loss?"
Sean frowned. "I'm not even familiar with Eleanor. Instead of asking Eleanor to deliver it, isn't it easier for me to ask Zander to deliver something?"
"What?" The man's expression instantly changed when he heard this.
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