Chapter 258: Remember to Bring Harley Ashby

Ramon Baxter heard Eugene Chandler cursing on the other end of the line and tugged his mouth into a crooked grin. He almost laughed. Eugene had studied traditional medicine since he was a kid. His love for it ran deeper than most people's. Their generation, too, took what their ancestors left behind as something sacred. So the moment Eugene got the news, he blew up. "A tiny speck of a country like Koro," Eugene spat, "hopping around the international stage like a clown, happy to be the United...