There was no other fiasco with the doctors or staff in the Hospital, and after two days, as the doctor said, Enzo was discharged from the hospital.The fast rate at which he was discharged was quite shocking to the medical personnel attending to Lorenzo. The reason was because a critical wound like the one Lorenzo incurred should have left one bedridden for more than a month even after a successful surgery, yet Lorenzo was discharged in less than a week.It was completely unheard of.Of course, this was due to the self-healing trait of the golden liquid, but as the medical personnel had no idea of the golden liquid in Lorenzo's body system, their shock at his fast healing rate was understandable.Another peculiar thing was that the surgery Lorenzo had left no scar on his chest. It was as smooth as an egg, and without the medical records, it would be impossible to tell that a surgery had been performed on Lorenzo.Lorenzo had just finished changing from his hospital gown to his casual

Enzo had a stoic expression on his face as he stared at the man seated beside the table filled with delicacies, and although he couldn‘t look at his grandfather‘s expression now, he could guess that he had the same stoic expression.Sebastian Lockwood was relatively handsome, and although he was old now, Enzo could tell that he was a playboy in his younger days, and it wasn‘t hard to tell where Asher Lockwood got his impressive looks from.Yet, while there were some similarities between the father and son, there were surely some differences between them.For one, Sebastian did not have the brutal and cunning impression his son had, and he looked somewhat gentle; but that made Enzo a bit wary. After all, he knew one of the most basic rules in a meeting like this was never to judge a book by its cover. Although Sebastian Lockwood might look harmless right now, he could be more cunning and brutal than his son. They had the same blood after all.Sebastian Lockwood stood up as a sign of re

The urgent ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts.Lorenzo frowned. He had a bad feeling about it.The moment he picked up the call, Martin's voice came through the receiver. The man sounded as though he was on the verge of tears."I know I shouldn't talk about this, especially to you. You only have enough money to live a normal life, but I really, really need your help."Lorenzo only had a few friends, and Martin was one of them. The man had helped him when he was hospitalized and had even paid part of his medical bills. Without Martin's assistance, he might never have survived long enough to meet his grandfather."Where are you, Martin? How much do you need?"Before Martin could answer, a rough voice suddenly came from the other end of the line."You sound just as stupid as your friend. Are you really as rich as he claims? You'll need a lot of money if you want him back. Or perhaps I can sell him overseas and make even more."The man burst into laughter.Lorenzo's expression

Lorenzo did not know what the people behind him were thinking. All he knew was that he had already been delayed for far too long, and Martins was still waiting for his help. Rumors said that the casinos in Nevada were terrifying places. The people there could kill without blinking, remaining expressionless even if blood splashed into their mouths. The moment Lorenzo stepped onto the ground, he immediately quickened his pace and rushed forward. The two pilots, a man and a woman, hurried after him. Meanwhile, the poor security guard remained kneeling on the ground, staring in shock as Lorenzo’s figure disappeared into the distance. His lips trembled violently as he slowly stood and staggered back to his post. On the other side, Lorenzo exited the airport in Nevada. Unlike ordinary places, the area outside the airport was filled with casinos instead of restaurants or stores. There wasn’t a single taxi in sight, and neither of the pilots could find one either. After wait

The manager cautiously shot a sideways smirk at Lorenzo before lowering her head. “My apologies, but I can’t recognize the brand of his clothes as it doesn’t seem well known. However, his clothes do look expensive.” Lorenzo could tell the former’s tone was full of mockery. That was when a confident voice said on the other end of the call, “If an article of clothing has no brand, it must be a custom piece. I doubt someone that capable would show up at our casino. Likewise, there’s no way this poor little boy would ever be acquainted with someone so wealthy.” The situation seemed like a joke to Lorenzo, who kept silent the entire time and kept his hands in his pockets. Even so, his frosty eyes sent chills down everyone’s spines. Lorenzo eventually reached out to knock on the table twice before retorting, “Aren’t I supposed to grant your business more wealth through my patronage? Why did no one welcome me? Instead, you left me out here alone. Is this how your fancy casino treats its c