Chapter 611: Strong Counter-Kill_1

Peter Simmons clicked his smoking pipe, exhaling a wisp of light blue smoke, and frowned, "Greg Jensen, this has nothing to do with you. Go do whatever you were doing."

"You..."

"I'll talk to them."

Greg Jensen patted Greg Jensen's shoulder, looking at the trio, "Buying Elixirs is fine. So how much are you willing to pay?"

The three exchanged glances, and Harry Gregson spoke first, "We don't want to take advantage of you either, how about three million per pill?"

"Bullshit!"

Greg Jensen was immediately enraged, retorting, "Even that trash from Healington sells for six or seven million. You offer three million a piece and say you're not taking advantage? You might as well just rob us."

Peter Simmons grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, "Greg Jensen, can't you see? We're openly robbing here."

"Hand over everything you've got on you, and we'll let you pass. Otherwise, let's just see who's better in a fight," said with a sinister smile.