"I don't want some misunderstanding to cost me a fortune. A living powerhouse with formidable strength is always worth having... Hmm, I need detailed information about the Fallen Ones."
The old man opened his eyes and looked at Yi Chen. "I can provide any information, even everything about this city, but you must cure my poison."
Yi Chen frowned at the old man and gave a contemptuous snort. The poison had already seeped deep into his bones, and his life was nearing its end. How could Yi Chen possibly agree to his terms over something like this?
Yi Chen reached out and pressed his hand against the old man's chest. Streams of strange green light flowed into his body, swiftly healing his injuries while expelling the poison that remained within him.
The old man let out an anguished howl and slowly closed his eyes.
Wisps of exceptionally dense black mist kept pouring into the old man's body, repairing his badly damaged internal organs bit by bit.
Yi Chen stood quietly to one side and watched, thoughts churning in his mind.
This old bastard really was a Fallen One. And, judging by his account, he apparently had three companions. They were all Fallen Ones.
Yi Chen had ten thousand ways to kill these scum, but he was unwilling to dispatch them so simply. Especially while his own body was still weak, provoking too many enemies would do him no favors.
Thus, Yi Chen decided to hold back for now.
The old man slowly came around. He looked at Yi Chen and opened his mouth to speak. Yi Chen waved a hand coldly. "You can go."
The old man was stunned. His body was still numb, and poison still clung to him. How could he possibly leave? Yet he did not dare