After a brief pause, Ace found the bowl of dicine before he leaned his head back to gulp it down.
"Can you tell now why you’re keeping alive?"
His thoughts were very clear. He made a guess and hit the nail on the head. "Did Joanna say sothing to you? You guys reached so kind of deal... What is your relationship with her?"
He vaguely heard Joanna address Quinton as her brother and Quinton address her as his sister when he was in the water dungeon.
However, wasn’t Joanna the only child? When did she get a brother out of the blue?
He had too many doubts he needed to figure out. Even if he had to die, he had to die without any doubts.
"I don’t have to tell you about our relationship. The reason I keep you alive is because I’m kind and generous. I don’t want my pawnshop to be stained with blood..."
"Ridiculous!"
Ace snorted and retorted, "Is Night Demon soone to be trifled with? You’re born a demon, and you regard the lives of others’ lives as re dust. You know very well how many people you’ve killed. I got rid of you guys cruelly that year to get rid of the harmful people for society, and I’ll still do the sa now. So, you’d better don’t let off the hook!"
Consequently, Quinton beca quite baffled.
He was greatly infuriated that he was at a loss for words.He had been fighting against Ace for so many years, but he had never yearned to break his neck so much as he was now.
But for the sake of his sister, nephew, and niece, he had to suppress his urge.
"Don’t worry. I told you I’m kind and generous. Of course, I won’t bully a blind guy."
Quinton cracked a an smile as he tried his best to poke at Ace’s sore spot and said,
"Blind guy, today’s weather is rather good. Do you want to take you out for sunbathing? You’ll get so bored mulling over in the room all day."
Ace beca speechless.
Quinton continued, "Don’t be a shy blind guy. I can be your white cane for the ti being." Ace was rendered speechless again.
Hence, a strange scene appeared.
The once two sworn enemies of Beach City were now on the roof together, facing the river at the border of three kingdoms and lying on the lawn chairs comfortably. They were basking in the sun leisurely.
Of course, Quinton was enjoying himself thoroughly, but Ace was full of wrath.
"What do you want? Tell . You don’t have to humiliate again and again!"
He clenched his fists tightly. He struggled to get up from the lawn chair several tis, but Quinton considerately pressed him down.
"Well, can’t you relax? I told you we’re here to enjoy so sunbathing. It’ll help you to recover sooner. Why do you think I want to harm you? Are you paranoid?"
When he reached that point, he fed a round and crisp grape into Ace’s mouth. "Have so fruits to give your body so vitamins."
Ace flared up in a rage, but he could see nothing. He was just a disabled person. What else could he do?
"When are you going to let go?" He asked desperately with a low and deep voice.
But he regretted it the mont he raised that query.
It was because he did not have to ask that question at all. It was just humiliating himself.
Both the Moran family and Carmine Pawnshop fought against each other vigorously that year.
Quinton was a man who haggled over everything. He finally gained the victory. Why would he let his enemy back ho?
Quinton slowly sipped the tea and gazed upon the wide river ahead of him. The world he created was beneath him. This world was once so glorious. Although it was gray, it at least brought him extre power and endless wealth.
Unfortunately, this world could be ruined so easily by the man before him
Logically, he should have fed Ace to the crocodiles in the river, but... his desire to kill him had sowhat subsided.
It might be because of his sister or that he had been lying low for so many years. He did not like killing as much as he was in the past.
"Why? You don’t want to die? Do you want to launch a counterattack?"
After that, he turned around and looked at Ace with a smirk. "Don’t worry. I’ll give you a ride back to the Moran family after your body is clear of the snake venom."
"Are you willing to let go?"
With knitted brows, Ace felt quite surprised.
The Night Demon he rembered was a complete demon. He was inhumane too. It was considered kind if he did not hack his enemy into pieces or ruined his enemy completely.
But... he was willing to let Ace go.
It was as if pigs could fly.
Humph! Unfortunately, he would not be able to see that even if it did happen...
"Let correct you. I’m not going to let you off the hook. I’m just keeping you alive for the ti being. The fight between Carmine Pawnshop and the Moran family will not end."
Quinton said with profound aning, "It won’t be that easy if you fall into my hands the next ti... So, you’d better work harder. Don’t be defeated by again!"
After the sunbathing session on the roof that day, Ace seed to be enlightened. He accepted the fact that he had turned blind. He no longer made a scene and gave others a hard ti. He gave his full cooperation to the physician for the treatnt.
When Quinton saw that, he heaved a sigh of relief. He rarely stimulated Ace again.
After all, although Ace had turned blind, his body was free of snake venom now. He could stay alive. Finally, Quinton had fulfilled the promise he made to his sister.
On that day, Ace gulped down the dicine brewed by the physician in one go.
The physician then inspected Ace’s body before he was overjoyed. He announced, "Mr.
Moran, congratulations. Your body has rid itself of all the venom. You’re now out of danger and can lead a bold life."
However, Ace’s handso face was aloof. His deep-set eyes were still numb and lifeless.
"How about my eyes? They can’t be cured, can they?"
"Er..."
The physician touched his white mustache and heaved a long sigh, saying, "The venom’s damage to your retinal tissues and eyeballs nerves is irreversible unless you find a pair of eyes that matches your body thoroughly. If not, the probability of you regaining your eyesight is very slim."
"Okay, got it. Just go."
Ace did not want to discuss it for long. He would consider it at length after he was back to the Moran family.
He fumbled and wanted to go out, but he bumped into the corner of a table halfway. So, he nearly fell.
A pair of hands supported him firmly, and that person sounded very respectful.
"Chase?"
Steven asked sensitively.
"Mr. Moran, it’s ."
Chase was still wearing a light long shirt. He appeared very handso and refined.
He felt slightly guilty to see the once high-spirited president of Moran Group fell into such a sorry state.
If he did not suggest that lousy idea back then, Ace would not have turned out this way.
So, it wasn’t surprising that Ace would feel like killing Chase now.
"Great! At last, you’re willing to see ."
Not only did he not hold a grudge against Chase, but he was over the moon. He grabbed
Chase’s wrist as if he had found a savior. "Co here. I want to ask you about a great many things!
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