Abudula felt better than he ever had before, his entire body brimming with strength, even a sense that he possessed a power capable of annihilating everything within him. Unfortunately, when the mysterious Mister Angel placed his palm upon him, he was as helpless as a chick, unable to move even a muscle, pressed beneath it as if by a colossal mountain, struggling for breath. But soon enough, he calmed down rapidly and the room fell silent. Maurice was both excited and nervous; excited because Abudula seemed injected with a surge of vigor, moments ago he was seriously ill, yet in an instant, he’d thrashed about so fiercely that he broke the straps of his bed, what a herculean strength. "Respected Mister Angel, I, Abudula. Matt Hardy. Ivan, express my deepest gratitude to you. Please allow me to stand and kiss your angelic hand!" Abudula, a man of the world, regained his composure and once again became the picture of a gentleman. Yusuf Zuck released his hand, and Abudula felt his body relax, then he stood up and bowed to Yusuf Zuck. Yusuf Zuck whispered a few words to Maurice, who then translated, "Mister Angel says that His Highness the Prince can now go for a medical examination to test his blood, a full check-up. Should your illness persist, or any ailment be found in your body, Mister Angel shall charge not a penny." "Please." Maurice gestured to Abudula that Yusuf Zuck was ready to see him out. "Respected sir, Abudula will come to see you again later!" The Prince was no fool, although he felt great, who knew if it wasn’t the wizard’s spell? Hence, a thorough scientific check-up was necessary otherwise he wouldn’t feel at ease. Abudula left with his entourage, and Maurice immediately arranged for the disposal of the bodies in the room. Abudula did not take out his anger on Yusuf Zuck, he didn’t even glance at the four corpses. In his eyes, only his own life was of utmost value. Besides, the Angel had already said, anyone who dared to fire a gun would die. He hurried away, striding along, even hopping and skipping to his car. "Boss, what if he doesn’t pay us?" Maurice voiced his concern. "He won’t do that." Yusuf Zuck shook his head. Having healed him and then floored him with his mighty power, Abudula probably now saw himself as something of a divine being. Besides, if he didn’t pay, Yusuf Zuck could just kill him himself. Yusuf Zuck did not change out of his robe, but instead took a seat in the hall. Then Elena arrived, and astonishingly, she brought with her a Chinese woman, a translator found from who knows where. "Just in time, teach me English." Yusuf Zuck said with a smile, nodding to Elena. The Chinese translator looked at Yusuf Zuck strangely; she couldn’t see anything but a pitch-black robe. Latest content published on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Yusuf Zuck needed a quick study of English, so without paying attention to what Elena said, he started learning from the Chinese woman. His memory was excellent now, so everyday phrases, vocabulary, or even complete sentences were remembered as soon as they were spoken. About two hours later, Abudula returned. He had changed into a brand-new robe, a hat on his head, and Martin boots on his feet, emanating an unrivaled gentlemanly air. After a comprehensive examination at the hospital, his body was as fit as a man in his twenties, which is why, after a quick grooming, he came at once to express his thanks. As for his private doctor, he had already been sent away. "Abudula is at your service, sir!" he said reverently. In the presence of the mysterious and powerful Angel, he felt particularly insignificant. This Angel had extended his life, so ingratiating himself with such a divine being seemed entirely appropriate. "Leave your money, and you can go," Yusuf Zuck spoke in English, a phrase he had just learned. "Uh..." Abudula was stunned for a moment; he had wanted to foster a relationship with the Angel and also to understand the true condition of his body, as he now felt an incredible strength. "Sir, in addition to eight hundred million US Dollars, Abudula has also prepared a small trinket for you, hoping you would like it." As he spoke, he signaled the old butler, who approached Yusuf Zuck with a box and gently opened it. It was a diamond, a rather large one, about the size of a fingernail. The moment the box was opened, the diamond sparkled brilliantly, dazzling both Elena and the female translator. "Accept it, my good friend," Yusuf Zuck said in English once again. Having accepted someone’s diamond, he had become good friends with them! Upon hearing Yusuf Zuck’s words, Abudula immediately became excited. This was a good start. "Respected sir, Abudula wishes to have lunch with you," Abudula said eagerly, looking at Yusuf Zuck. Yusuf Zuck shook his head. He didn’t want to reveal his true identity, so he would certainly have to remove his mask when eating, and then Abudula would see his face. Maurice Singleton said something to Abudula, a lengthy sentence, then the female translator sitting behind Yusuf Zuck spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Singleton said that two months ago, the King of Sweden brought out several national treasures and wanted to have dinner with you, but you refused." Yusuf Zuck inside the mask couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and disbelief. Maurice Singleton was smart enough, and also quite good at spinning tales. "That will be all; I’m tired," Yusuf Zuck nodded. "Very well then, but, respected sir, I think I will come to disturb you again," Abudula said, bowing to Yusuf Zuck along with the old butler before turning to leave. Maurice Singleton personally saw them out, and he also needed to transfer funds with the old butler, eight hundred million US Dollars. Elena snatched the box from the table, picked up the diamond, and couldn’t stop looking at it, with a face full of greed. "It’s yours," Yusuf Zuck waved his hand. "Yay!" Elena shouted, "My God, Elena also wants to have lunch with you!" "Get lost..." Yusuf Zuck turned and walked away; he was going to change out of his robe. The Chinese female translator was full of envy, looking at the large diamond in Elena’s hand with a sour heart. Moments later, Yusuf Zuck was dressed in his regular clothes, and Maurice Singleton had returned. The Chinese female translator realized that the mysterious Mr. Angel was actually a handsome Chinese man, not an old man. "Boss, I took the liberty of deciding something on my own," Maurice Singleton said, somewhat awkwardly to Yusuf Zuck. "What is it?" Yusuf Zuck asked in return. "I promised Abudula that you would check his body every three months, of course, he has to pay a fee of ten million US Dollars!" "That’s okay, we can do that," Yusuf Zuck nodded and smiled, "From now on, I can perform regular health checks for every patient, the fee will be as you mentioned, ten million each time." "Boss, I think you should start a Sect, and make all these patients your followers. That way, the annual offerings they pay to the church would be an astronomical sum!" the Chinese female translator suddenly suggested. "Yeah, that’s a great idea!" Maurice Singleton and Elena nodded repeatedly. Many charlatans did this, right? Growing their church membership, and then the members would pay a fee every month. "What’s so great about that? It won’t be long before it gets banned for being a cult!" Yusuf Zuck immediately rejected the idea. Although such a method would make money faster, it also carried great risk. He hadn’t reached the point of being a major deceiver yet. "However, did you get the eight hundred million US Dollars?" Yusuf Zuck looked at Maurice Singleton with sharp eyes, "Transfer the eight hundred million through legitimate channels to this bank account!" Yusuf Zuck pulled out a piece of paper with a bank account number written on it. "Moreover, from now on, before accepting any patient, you have to confirm with me first. You can only agree to treat them if I give my consent!"