Chapter 328
Meanwhile at Dr. Artemis‘ clinic, Andrius was bandaging Fatty Frank and the others. There was no way
the members of Team Five would miss this chase to tter him.
“Boss, you are amazing! Every word you say just now held so much power!”
“I think you are freaking awesome! The G.O.A.T.!”
“I don’t think words can express how freaking amazing you are!”
“Enough.” Andrius was fed up with the ttery. He raised his hand and stopped them from continuing.
“Just stay here and concentrate on recovering. Call me if there’s anything.”
Then, Andrius‘ phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Noir’s name on the caller
“Andy, Ms. Timbend is organizing a little meet–and–greet with the deceased soldiers‘ families. She
hopes that you can attend it. Do you have time?”
He would not miss it for the world!
Andrius said without a second thought, “Where is it? I’ll be right there.
Noir provided him with the address.
Andrius then chatted with Fatty Frank and the others for a little while before heading to the provided
address.
He met up with Sonia and Noir before they followed the n Sonia drew up and headed to the location
where the families of the deceased soldiers were staying at the moment.
Half an hourter, they arrived.
On the way here, Andrius had gotten a fair understanding of the situation of the families, including the
family members they lost, their ages, and how they died. He remembered everything down to the
intricate details.
Therefore, he was fully prepared when he knocked on the door and started to talk to the families to ask
how they were doing.
“Madam Fowler, I’m Carter’s friend from the army. I’m here to visit you.” Andrius showed a rare
solemnity as he spoke sincerely. “How are you doing? Have you received thetestpensation?”
“Yeah. I got it.” Madam Fowler nodded but did not continue the topic.
Andrius continued asking Madam Fowler how things had been, but the woman was reluctant to engage
in a conversation with him.
He thought that his visit reminded Madam Fowler of bitter memories, hence the reluctance in
communicating. He did not linger for long and headed to the next family.
“Madam Jensen, how have you beentely? I’m Connor’s friend from the army. We used to be in the
same battalion!”
Andrius wore a bright and warm smile on his face. He tried his best not to put Madam Jensen in a
terrible position.
Madam Jensen nced at him before she looked down. “We’re doing good. We got the money, we
have food on the table, and we have clothes to protect us from the weather. What else can we
comin about?”
Judging from her tone, she sounded aggrieved.
Andrius was slightly confused. Just when he was about to find out why, Madam Jensen said, If there’s
nothing else, please move on to the next family. I have to be somewhere else.” “Uh…”
Andrius was forced to cut the visit short.
When he came out, he exchanged a confused look with Noir and Sonia. He had a feeling that
something was not right. It seemed like he was not weed and that the two families he visited did
not seem to like him.
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Andrius frowned. He continued to the third family. He took a deep breath to adjust his state before
knocking on the door.
“Madam York, how are you and your husband doing?”
“We’re fine! We’re doing fine!”
Madam York did not even look at Andrius and simply replied in a monotonous tone. “We got the money,
not a penny less.”
Andrius narrowed his eyes. He spotted a hint of reverence in Madam York’s eyes.
Something was wrong.
Unfortunately, no matter what Andrius asked, Madam York replied the same thing: no problem, they got
the money, nothing was wrong, etc.
Andrius realized that the visit could no longer continue. He looked at Noir and Sonia before he left
Madam York with a few words of concern and left for the fourth house.
The fourth house door was opened.
Before he stepped inside, Andrius heard a conversation going on inside.
“Please, give me the million dors! My son is dead and I’m old. I have no source of ie left. I need
the money to cure my partner’s condition. Please.
An elderly person was kneeling in front of a middle–aged man with a bloated stomach, asking for
compensation.
The middle–aged man’s name was Owen Sanchez, Samson’s right–hand man. It was not his first time
doing this for Samson, and he was good at it. Samson trusted him with all the dirty deeds as well.
“A million? What million? Stop joking.” Owen stared at the old man and grunted coldly, “Your son was a
deserter on the battlefield and was killed by the enemy. There shouldn’t be anypensation for a
deserter’s family, but we are giving you the money because we pity you.”