Dear Disciple

"What do you mean by that?" Fargo couldn't help but understand the implication. "It looks like you're still holding back?" Fargo asked gravely. "I only used needles, not poison. Fargo, you should know that I am both a doctor and a martial artist," Michael said calmly. Fargo took a deep breath and then nodded heavily. "It seems the new generation is catching up with the old! I'm past my prime! This world belongs to your generation now," he said with a hint of melancholy. "Fargo, don't belittle...