"Myanmar?" Damian Knight’s brow slowly furrowed.
It was well-known that Myanmar is the world’s top producer of illicit drugs. Because of this, many countries, including Cathaysia, have banned the import of all products from Myanmar.
If anything from Myanmar, especially drugs, were to enter Cathaysia, it would have to go through underground channels.
This channel, Damian Knight was also aware of. He had already ordered the mbers of The Vanguard to investigate it, but so far, there had been no progress.
"You don’t need to worry," Isaac Ross said. "I’ve already dispatched people to investigate the entire family line. Even if we can’t uncover the channel itself, finding the people who use it to make purchases shouldn’t be too hard, right? Just arrest them and give them a beating. Judging by the tiline, we should have results soon."
Just as Isaac finished speaking, his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, his expression relaxed, and said, "We found it."
Damian Knight nodded, "Bring the person directly to the scene. For now, I’ll head to the conference hall and explain everything to the public."
Isaac Ross nodded in agreent. "Go ahead. Everything is prepared. This ti, I owe you one. I’ll definitely pay you back."
Damian Knight patted Isaac on the shoulder.
"What are you talking about? It was your family’s doing, not yours. Don’t say such things; I don’t want to hear it. I’m off."
With that, Damian Knight, accompanied by Assistant Shelton, left the lounge, and the group made their way grandly to the conference hall.
...
Inside the partition of the lounge.
Claire Woodward had been in the partition for several minutes, but she still couldn’t believe her eyes.
"Are you really okay?" Claire confird again and again.
Even if affected by the Samael Snake Poison or having had a pacemaker implanted just recently, no one could recover this quickly.
Yet the facts were right in front of her. The patient had several wires attached to their body, connected to an instrunt that indicated everything was normal.
The patient spoke up, "I’m fine. Everything’s great."
Claire had no choice but to believe it now. She could ascertain that the person who truly healed this patient had skills far beyond her own.
Claire hurriedly asked, "Who healed you?"
The patient began, "It was soone younger than..."
"It was an old doctor, two cycles older than him," the attending doctor pre-empted the boy.
Before leaving, Sumr Monroe had specifically instructed him not to reveal that she was the healer. Although he didn’t understand why Sumr wanted to remain anonymous, perhaps all mysterious healers are like that—profound and unwilling to engage with the mundane world.
The boy looked at the attending doctor in surprise, but saw the doctor give him an almost imperceptible shake of the head, leading him to say no more.
Claire didn’t notice the subtle exchange between them.
She nodded, indicating she understood.
Along with nodding, a strange sense of relief washed over Claire.
It wasn’t the woman from the comrcial after all.
If it had been her, Claire couldn’t imagine ever being able to face Damian Knight again.
Claire asked, "Do you know which hospital the doctor is from?"
The attending doctor shook his head, "I’m not sure about that. All I know is that the doctor was invited by Young Master Knight."
"If you ever see that miraculous healer again, please be sure to call ," Claire said as she handed over her business card.
She was determined to beco a master healer, and she wanted to connect with and learn from any highly skilled practitioners.
The attending doctor accepted the card, outwardly agreeing.
...
Inside the hotel venue.
In the conference hall, the journalists, who had been eagerly waiting, finally saw the top executives of the Knight Group entering one after another through the side door.
Everyone imdiately perked up, reminding each other, "They’re here, they’re here."
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