San Diego Center Hospital.
This hospital may not be as big as the UCLA dical Center, but it has its own restaurant.
Zhou Mo Sen and Dean Carlos were dining in the restaurant like old friends.
Of course, neither of them had any real interest in the food in front of them.
The look in their eyes as they stared at each other was very complex.
"Dr. Zhou, is all this your doing?"
"What do you think?"
"It seems that most people, when they do sothing bad, choose to hide."
"Oh, that's interesting. How should we define the 'bad thing' in your words? Is sothing bad just because you think it is? Or should a matter be judged by the universal principles of this world?"
"Universal principles? Do such things exist in this world?"
"So, with you, Dean Carlos, the judgnt of right and wrong is based solely on your assessnt?"
"Of course! Anything against my interests is bad; is there a problem with that?"
"No, as Dean Carlos, you are entirely entitled to make that judgnt."
"Then you, Dr. Zhou Mo Sen, must be quite bold to co see after doing sothing bad?"
"Haha... Dean Carlos, be honest. Even if I hadn't appeared, would you still have assud these things were related to ?"
The exchange between Zhou Mo Sen and Carlos was quite fierce.
It had the feel of a war of words.
And Zhou Mo Sen brought the conversation to this point, which left Carlos montarily startled.
Imdiately, the dean laughed.
"Dr. Zhou, you are indeed quite formidable."
It was virtually an admission.
Even if Zhou Mo Sen hadn't appeared, Carlos would most likely have pinned these matters on Zhou Mo Sen anyway.
And now, Zhou Mo Sen was boldly appearing in front of Carlos.
What is his true purpose?
"Praising is useless. We've already reached this point of no retreat; you won't let go, and I won't let you go either."
Zhou Mo Sen had laid his cards on the table completely.
His move was indeed incredibly audacious.
To say that Dean Carlos wasn't angry would be nonsense, but inexplicably he felt that Zhou Mo Sen was quite a worthwhile opponent.
"So, you ca here to talk to in person just to tell this?"
It was implied that they had already issued a challenge through lawyers and that Fulton guy earlier, wasn't it?
Zhou Mo Sen, however, laughed. "Actually, I ca here to confirm one thing with you."
"Confirm what?"
"I've just confird it."
"What exactly have you confird?"
Dean Carlos was getting a bit impatient. He really wanted to know what Zhou Mo Sen had confird.
Maybe it was because he just didn't like Zhou Mo Sen's deanor.
Look at Zhou Mo Sen's face; it's full of smiles, the kind that suggests he has everything under control!
Dean Carlos really disliked that smile!
Zhou Mo Sen laughed and gave his answer, "I've confird that you're indeed a self-serving guy."
As soon as he said this, Dean Carlos imdiately thought of the things they talked about earlier.
Their previous conversation did indeed expose Dean Carlos's self-interest.
But so what?
"Aren't you the sa?"
Dean Carlos's rebuttal was laden with intense anger.
Zhou Mo Sen still responded with a smile: "I am, I admit it."
What on earth is this guy talking about?
"You're a lunatic!"
That was essentially Carlos cursing.
But Zhou Mo Sen continued smiling and said, "We're all lunatics; it's just a matter of who's crazier."
After saying this, Zhou Mo Sen left gracefully.
And Dean Carlos sat in his hospital restaurant seat for a long, long ti.
...
What exactly did Zhou Mo Sen confirm?
In reality, it was quite simple: he confird that his current assault was real.
It could cause real damage to Carlos!
Just because of Carlos's self-interest?
Indeed, it should be said so.
For coming from Cuba to the United States, what did Carlos aim for?
It was evident that it was for everything he currently has.
Fa and fortune!
Carlos is already the dean of a major hospital.
He has already achieved fa.
And fortune, he's acquired that too.
In fact, if the estimates are correct, this guy should be like Paddy.
He also plans to enter politics in the future, maybe beco so sort of elected official.
And because what Carlos desires is fa and fortune,
what Zhou Mo Sen is doing now can inflict significant harm on him!
But what he desires, does Zhou Mo Sen need to confirm it with Carlos in person?
Yes, it must be confird face-to-face.
Because we are doctors.
Zhou Mo Sen has always felt that doctors are not like other professions.
Even in Zhou Mo Sen's current doctor status.
Participating in variety shows from ti to ti.
Engaging in deep connections with his girlfriend every now and then.
Treading between legal and illegal activities, sotis outright breaking the law.
He does it all for fa and fortune!
But Zhou Mo Sen himself, he doesn't flatter himself.
He can still maintain so baseline principles.
Just like at that previous 'banquet'.
He didn't collude with those doctors or experts.
To endorse that obvious scam, the bullshit theory that drinking red wine is good for cardiovascular diseases.
Also, he didn't succumb to the influence of that Elizabeth's parents, who only finished two years of dical school before dropping out.
He didn't stand by the female con artist.
These are proof that he still holds onto so baseline principles!
Of course, if he were to express these things now, he might be seen as a joke.
He wouldn't be understood by others.
But it doesn't matter.
He knows that what he does is correct and principled.
That he upholds the baseline of being a doctor.
And that is enough!
And the face-to-face conversation with Carlos was enough to confirm.
Carlos has no baseline principles left!
As for other evidence, it's very simple.
This guy issued so many cultivation permissions for D,
Is that not enough?
In any case, Zhou Mo Sen felt ready to launch an attack!
...
DEA Branch.
"There's news! Get in the car!"
"Huh? Where are we going?"
"Of course, to make an arrest."
"An arrest?"
"Stop asking questions, everyone get in the car!"
Hank called out to his subordinates.
And that Santos and Cynthia followed the San Diego DEA's rapid response team.
They quickly arrived at a location, an area in the old city district.
The buildings were of an era.
And here...
"F*ck!"
"Open fire!"
Without a word of warning, the guys in the old buildings saw the DEA vehicles and imdiately opened fire.
And the DEA was well-prepared on their side.
They imdiately fired back!
Bam Bam!
Bang Bang Bang...
After a round of gunfire, Sandra, the Queen of the Pacific, was captured!
And after her capture... Hank cleared everyone else out.
It was just him and the female drug lord having a chat.
"Tell ! Who are your accomplices in San Diego? Stop telling about those aningless small fries! I want the big nas!"
Would Sandra talk?
"I want to see my lawyer! I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives!"
This woman had so guts; even with the handcuffs on, she was still very tough.
Unfortunately, Hank was well prepared.
"You have a son nad Joaquin, right?"
As soon as he said this, the female drug lord Sandra seed to be on the verge of breaking down...
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