Chapter 77 Coming

Hearing this, the old man Greef felt a roar in his ear, and he didn't hear what Leon said after that.

He could only look up at Joyce dully: "Is there any other way?"

Joyce shook his head: "He can only rely on himself."

This time, Conlin's onset was too urgent, and the lesion was faster than he expected.

Grandpa Greef could only put his hopes on Athach: "Athach, will Pinson really send the specific medicine?"

Just as Athach was about to nod, Joyce sneered:"All the specific medicines have been stolen. Who will give her the medicine? He may be busy catching thieves."

Athach simply stopped talking.

Joyce said to grandpa Greef again:"Grandpa, Athach has wooed Pinson before. If Pinson can hit a woman, she would have been killed by him."

Grandpa Greef: "Believe in Athach once. If not, we'll try another way."

Joyce tugged at the corner of his mouth: "If her words can be believed, boars can climb trees."