The continuous heavy blows severely injured Boris Gustav. He went days and nights without sleep, haunted by nightmares the moment he closed his eyes.
This ordeal caused his body to collapse, even exhibiting symptoms of minor cerebral hemorrhage. Fortunately, his medical team was highly competent and administered timely medication, preventing any more serious issues.
However, Boris Gustav now lacked the strength to even walk and could only sit in a wheelchair all day.
Given his mental and physical state, even his medical team members knew that he likely didn't have many days left to live.
"Ms. Bice, welcome. Please forgive my discourtesy; my body can no longer support me to greet you personally..."
Bice looked up at Boris, showing no sign of respect. She extended her hand, in which she held two grape-sized pills.
"Mr. Boris, with your current physical condition, I don't think you can negotiate with me.
How about this: these two pills are my welcome gift. Take them first. I guarantee they will be very beneficial for your health. Tomorrow, when your condition improves, we can negotiate!"
Bice's words made Boris and Mark hesitate. The father and son exchanged glances, and finally, Boris nodded.
"Alright! Mark, please entertain Ms. Bice well. We'll talk tomorrow.
Ms. Bice, thank you very much for the gift. How should I take this pill?"
"Take it orally, just swallow it..."
After saying this, Bice turned and left. Mark quickly arranged for his subordinates to prepare a room and a banquet for Bice.
After Bice departed, Mark approached Boris. He saw Boris staring blankly at the two pills on the table.
The two pills were entirely black, their surfaces as lustrous as obsidian. Faint colorful lights seemed to flow across their surfaces, making them appear almost alive.
"Father, I suggest you don't eat anything carelessly. These two pills look suspicious to me. Why don't we send them to the lab for analysis..."
"No need, Mark. There's no point in being overly cautious. My physical condition is already like this. To put it bluntly, I'm not far from death.
That Bice came to us for cooperation, and her intentions are significant. If I die, it would actually be of no benefit to her. She has no reason to kill me.
Bring me the pills, I'm going to take them!"
Mark tried to persuade his father repeatedly, but Boris was as stubborn as a mule, having made up his mind.
He took the pills and swallowed them in one gulp. As the pills went down, they instantly dissolved within him, and a cool sensation spread throughout his entire body.
"Ah, so comfortable. I need to sleep for a while..."
Before Boris could finish speaking, he was already snoring. The private doctors around him were also surprised, as Boris hadn't been able to sleep soundly for a long time, his sleep quality being very poor.
Mark ordered the private doctors to examine Boris. Finding no abnormalities, he then safely escorted him back to his bedroom.
The next morning, Boris Gustav woke up from his sleep. However, he felt different. His body seemed to be filled with strength. The discomfort caused by vomiting and cerebral hemorrhage in the previous days had vanished.
Boris stretched out his hands and looked at them. He noticed that even the age spots on his body had reduced, and some of the wrinkles on his hands had faded.
Boris rushed to look in the mirror and discovered that he in the mirror had indeed become nearly 10 years younger. Even some of his completely white hair had regained its former golden-yellow hue!
Upon hearing that his father had woken up, Mark immediately went to Boris's room. When he saw Boris, he was also startled, almost not recognizing him.
"Father, what happened to you? Has your body developed any new problems?"
"No, Mark, my body is excellent. I even feel like I've become ten years younger!
The two pills Bice gave me are simply miraculous!
Haha, it feels great to be young..."
As if he had gained ten years of life, Boris Gustav was overjoyed.
After learning about the factory incident that day, Boris had become disheartened. He knew it would be difficult to gather enough money to participate in the election.
More importantly, after suffering a series of blows, his body was riddled with flaws like a sieve. Such a physique certainly could not support him in continuing his campaign.
Therefore, the next day he decided to seek reconciliation with Aurora Kuyt. He was willing to drop the lawsuit against Wang Qing Tian and agree to his return to the country, in exchange for Aurora not retaliating against the Gustav family.
However, as Ling Tian had analyzed, a politician like Boris Gustav, who wielded immense power, always had a certain obsession.
The more Boris thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He had plotted for decades to ascend to the presidential throne. It could be said that his life's goal was to occupy that position.
Once he became president, the status of the entire Gustav family would also soar, and the benefits gained would be immeasurable.
But all of this had been ruined by Aurora and the person behind her. Boris was naturally unwilling. He wanted revenge, to kill the person who had brought him to this predicament!
The problem now was that even after mobilizing all his resources, and even with the FBI dispatching elite agents, no clue whatsoever had been found regarding the supernatural events that had befallen the Gustav family in these past few times!
According to the investigators, these incidents experienced by the Gustav family could not have been accomplished by one or two people; it would require at least a powerful team.
But the more people involved in such matters, the greater the possibility of exposure. Yet, they still found nothing.
Thus, some investigators informed Boris that there was a high probability that the perpetrators behind the scenes included one, or even a group, of powerful psychics!
Boris was somewhat flustered. He usually looked down on these individuals. Even if these psychics possessed extraordinary abilities, they were merely stronger mice in the face of absolute power.
However, now, Boris was truly at a loss. To deal with psychics, he could only employ psychics!
Therefore, the first place Boris thought of was the Demon Hunter Guild, as these people would do anything for money!