Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Wait!” Seeing Han Zhao open the door of the private room, the tauren-masked man hurriedly stopped him.
“Twelve pills, no less!”
When Han Zhao heard this, he turned around and paused. He nodded slightly and said, “Deal.’
As he spoke, Han Zhao reached into his clothes and took out a porcelain bottle. He opened the cork and glanced at it before handing it to the tauren-masked man.
“Let’s test it.”
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