Andrew reached the restaurant entrance and decided to bail early. After the treasure hunt, he had not had time to reconnect with his three demanding girlfriends who were already pissed about his social dinner. They were already bombarding him with texts, each calling him 'honey' and begging him to come home. A delivery driver in a yellow uniform came drifting to a stop right in front of him, grabbing his order bag before rushing into the restaurant. Working in that industry was not easy, so Andrew stepped aside to make way for him. Watching the guy's walking movements, Andrew's medical instincts immediately told him this person had previously broken his leg. Moreover, he probably only had one kidney left—his body movements were uncoordinated, and he was already breathing heavily after just a few steps, looking extremely weak. The delivery guy unconsciously muttered his thanks and looked up. When Andrew saw him, he could not help but show a mocking expression. "I-It's yo

"Sir, that kid said he never saw the Elixir of Immortality!" a shrill voice spoke respectfully in the dimly lit room. By the glow of an oil lamp, one could make out a stern, square-jawed man wearing reading glasses, his eyes fixed on an old, weathered book. "The tomb has already collapsed and sunk deep underground, completely destroyed. And this kid is the most likely person among those who returned alive to have obtained the Elixir of Immortality. His claim that he didn't see it sounds completely fake, no matter how you hear it!" The shrill voice chuckled coldly. "That was my thought too. I almost wanted to rip his shoulder blade out just to see if he'd confess. But Mr. Joe gave clear orders, so I held back and didn't lay a finger on him." The man with the square face turned his head, revealing a large, dark bruise spread across one cheek. This was none other than Maurice Driscoll, the ruling patriarch of the Driscoll family. Standing before him respectfully was the leader o

Ackermann Pharmaceutical was currently headed by the patriarch of the Ackermann family, Oswald Ackermann. However, Oswald was already planning to step down. Therefore, all the pharmaceutical company's affairs were mainly handled by his two sons. Like father, like son—Oswald was a man of real substance, and his eldest son, Abel Ackermann, was equally impressive. In Blumedale, Abel was regarded as being on the same level as Elon from the Goldings, Xavier from the Haywoods, and Quinton from the Wrights—all top-tier heirs from prestigious families. However, Oswald's younger son, Horatio Ackermann, was quite lacking in comparison. Perhaps it was true that when God opened one door, he must close another. Abel was exceptionally talented and a renowned young entrepreneur. Horatio, on the other hand, was a complete good-for-nothing who spent his days drinking, partying, and chasing women. Unfortunately for Andrew, when he arrived at the Ackermann family company, he encountered

One person gasped, "He actually went in? Is he out of his damn mind?" Another whispered, "Everyone knows the Ackermann brothers—Abel's the calculating one, cold and ruthless. But his little brother Horatio? He's just a brainless brute, a wild animal in human skin. Anyone who crosses him ends up screwed." "This guy looked smart too… Why the hell would he willingly step into a death trap?" At that moment, everyone else who had come to Ackermann Pharmaceutical to demand their money stood frozen in disbelief. A few with darker hearts chuckled to themselves, quietly waiting for Andrew's corpse to be dragged out. … The moment Andrew stepped inside, his brows knitted tightly together. A heavy stench of sweat and something even fouler—like rotten flowers and body fluids—hit him square in the face. So-called "office" or not, Horatio's room looked nothing like a workplace. At the center sat a giant waterbed with tacky red curtains hanging low around it. In front of the bed lay sc

Inside the room, the two women covered their chests and stood frozen in the corner like they had seen a ghost. The waterbed imported from overseas had been completely destroyed. Horatio, fat as an elephant with incredible strength and natural power, was now lying sprawled like a dead man in a pile of rubble. His eyes could no longer be seen because they were completely swollen shut. His fat body was covered in welts and bruises, not a single patch of skin left unscathed. Yet, the most disturbing sight of all was his grotesque, oversized head—split open and bleeding, with blood still trickling down past his slack, twitching jaw. That was the scene Abel and the others walked in on. "My goodness…" The group of debt collectors looked at each other in complete bewilderment. Their hearts were filled with shock and disbelief. Then, Abel's fists clenched tight, and his eyes filled with violent rage. "Andrew, you son of a bitch! You dare lay a hand on my brother? You're not leaving