Chu Shaojun first called and ordered a fruit pizza, uncut.
Then he said, "What would bringing Michael over immediately accomplish? Right now, we should be finding him the best doctor."
Simply switching Michael to a private doctor definitely would not be enough. The Illuminati had certainly sent more than one person.
Michael's condition had not developed overnight. He himself was partly responsible as well.
Huang Ji said, "I can tell you clearly: I am one hundred percent certain I can cure him."
Chu Shaojun stood frozen. At last, he understood what Old Wang had meant by that unparalleled aura of confidence.
Confidence that powerful could infect others. He had never seen such a confident man!
"Bringing Michael here now will not just mean dealing with his illness," Chu Shaojun said.
Huang Ji smiled. "I have made myself clear."
Chu Shaojun took a deep breath and called Michael's assistant directly.
This assistant was another liaison officer. Chu Shaojun hesitated for a moment, then told him to make sure Michael came to London immediately.
He did not explain why. He only said that he was a fan and hoped Michael could come as soon as possible.
Naturally, the assistant understood the implication. The organization needed Michael to come quickly.
Old Wang said worriedly, "But if the Illuminati knew long ago that we were gathering in London, then everyone should already be under surveillance."
"This is no longer just about Michael's safety. If we do not expose the mole, Messiah is finished."
Chu Shaojun shook his head. "Not everyone. Before you, only twenty comrades had made contact with me."
"As for the Emperor himself and everyone from Evil Dragon, they never contacted me. They had genuine fans leave their names on posters; none of them showed up in person."
Old Wang nodded. "That