America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 473 - 236 Assassin Zorro_3

Chapter 473: Chapter 236 Assassin Zorro_3

You’re such a cheap person!

"Fine, I can work for you, I knew your identity wasn’t that simple." Zorro surrendered, "If you don’t want my corpse to serve you, I need treatment now! Sir!"

"Okay, my name is Hanberger Juan Jin. Pleased to be your boss, what’s your name?"

"Hanburger?"

Zorro let out a snort of ambiguous laughter, "I’m Zorro!"

"Do you want to die?"

Allen Zhang looked at him with a smile not reaching his eyes, "I’ll find a doctor to ’treat’ you right now."

You hypocrite.

Can’t take a joke, can you?

Zorro swallowed his anger.

He quickly turned the car around to enter the alley, parked at the corner, and came to a discount clothing store.

Allen Zhang got out of the car with a bag, helping Zorro to unwrap his bandages, when the other’s expression suddenly changed. Like a carp flipping, he seized the General Sect Leader by the collar, attempting a shoulder throw, "Fxxk you! To hell with you!"

I’ll see if I can’t take you down... Hm? Zorro tugged hard, feeling something off.

Not moving!

Turning to look at the smirking Allen Zhang, he took a light breath, realizing he had met his match.

"If I dare to help you take off the bandages, I’m not afraid to grapple with you at close range. Assassin? I’ll teach you a lesson today, what a close-combat assassin is!"

He hugged his waist and threw him forcefully onto the Highlander’s roof with a loud bang. Zorro was dazed, gasping for air.

Rolling onto the ground, his pale face turned red, curling up like a prawn.

"Oh! Shit..." His eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Allen Zhang closed the car door leisurely, spat, "I haven’t hit someone in ages, you little rascal, even with a cast on."

Bare-handed street fight. The General Sect Leader does not spoil anyone.

He went straight into the discount clothing store, and under the astonished gaze of the Black Heart Clinic staff, Allen Zhang said, "Drag that guy in for treatment, the medical fees aren’t a problem, it’s on him. He’s got money! Use the best medicine!!"

"Okay."

The staff were used to this, opened the back door, and called out a few people.

The lead surgeon in a white coat and the medical staff checked the patient’s injuries and carried him away on a stretcher.

Allen Zhang waited patiently in the store, and after half an hour, a doctor came out to report the situation.

"The patient is no longer at risk, the three bullets didn’t hit any vital organs, just a slight concussion, bleeding from burst wounds, but these are minor issues. We’ve transfused him with blood, he’s in good physical shape. Instrument tests show his bone density is 1.5 times that of normal people! He’s a tough nut to crack."

"The total medical cost, including side-effect-free anesthetics, is 75,000 US dollars. Would you like to pay by card, cash, or Virtual Coin? If you pay with Tether or Bitcoin, we can round down the amount to 70,000 US dollars," the enthusiastic staff said.

"...?"

Allen Zhang looked at him in surprise.

"Buddy, why are you asking me for money? Go ask whoever is getting treated! Didn’t I say the medical fees aren’t a problem, it’s on the patient!"

"Aren’t you with him?" The staff were confused.

"Sure, but I’m just a passerby, I have no obligation to pay for him. Didn’t you see this wolf cub trying to ambush me just now?" said Allen Zhang.

"Then we’ll wake him up now."

The Black Heart Clinic doctors felt something was wrong. They hurriedly woke the patient up to demand payment.

Then came the sounds of loud cursing from inside: "You dare to get treated here without money? The total is 75,000 US dollars! Don’t even think about ducking out on a single cent! If you don’t pay us, don’t expect to keep your organs!"

"Ow! Don’t tear my stitches!! Boss, save me!!"