Old White gratefully looked at Brian, "Extend your hand, let me check your body's condition."
Brian pointed at the fist mark on Old White's chest, "No rush, you should get your injuries treated first."
He had checked Old White's body before and knew it was almost roasted inside and out. It was only because of strong cell activity that Old White could talk and walk normally.
Old White didn't refuse.
There was a healing chamber in the basement.
While Old White was healing his injuries, Brian silently made his way to the door.
Outside the door, a man, a dog, and a crow were playing cards.
Shi San had also called Meatball over.
They were playing Texas hold'em.
It seemed they had just finished a round.
Shi San was holding an ink brush in his front paws, writing something on a piece of paper.
Meatball, with its massive body, blocked the exit as if to prevent the old man from escaping.
The most miserable was the old man.
