Shentu Lin was the wisest member of the Shentu Clan. He barely hesitated. "Alright, I'll buy ten packs."
He had a strong inkling that Jiang Xinghai had to be involved with this allergy poison.
So buying a few extra packs wouldn't hurt. After all, there were still eight people lying in the operating room.
As long as the antidote worked, it would be enough to get the Shentu Clan through this crisis for now.
As for Jiang Xinghai's little scheme, they could expose it and take their revenge later.
After all, the Shentu Clan was one of the Six Great Martial Arts Families of Central State.
They had their pride to maintain!
"Elder Lin, give him the account number for the transfer."
Jiang Xinghai didn't hesitate either, looking toward Lin Qingyuan.
Lin Qingyuan smiled faintly and handed over a card with a corporate account number.
Shentu Lin was refreshingly direct. The four and a half million transfer, plus five hundred thousand in cash, was handled quickly.
