Chapter 252: Petition the Sacred Palace to Issue a Proscription!

Diego Santee finally saw it clearly. So the wealthy patient with the tricky condition Reese Looske had mentioned was the master of Moon Hall standing right in front of him. The world really was small. Just then, Willson, still dazed and confused, couldn't hold back any longer. "Boss, what are you doing?" He blurted, "Why aren't we making a move? He-" "Shut up! You blind fool!" Carl Zuniga braced a hand on the wheelchair's armrest, tightened his core, and slowly stood. Then he staggered up to Willson. Smack! Smack! Two...