"Boss, are we really going to Malaysia? Can't they just transport the Bee King back here?"
In Abel's hospital room, a man in a white coat asked curiously.
Lying in the hospital bed, Abel heard someone talking and slowly opened his eyes. Having been bedridden for days without washing his face, Abel looked quite disheveled.
He shifted his wrist with effort, then slowly said,
"We must go to Malaysia. I've consulted countless doctors in Southeast Asia, yet my condition remains the same. I have a secret base in Malaysia with abundant resources there."
"Most importantly, my brother Beike has now successfully snatched the Bee King back from Huaxia. Once I get to Malaysia, with the honey from the Bee King and the cooperation of those experts, I'm sure I can cure this damned stomach cancer!"
"I see. So, boss, when are we setting off for Malaysia?"
The man in the white coat asked.
