Chapter 747: Ringing the Bell
Incense money?
Don't be funny. He owned a thousand-year-old temple covering an area of over 500 acres, which was the most famous tourist attraction in the area. The annual revenue from ticket sales alone is worth more than 1 billion.
Benson steered the conversation back to the right track and asked with great curiosity, "Bro, how did you know about that place and happen to save me?"
In response, Marcel smiled lightly and said, "It wasn't me who saved you. It was Master Glenn."
Glenn?
Upon hearing this name, Benson was momentarily stunned, and then memories of many unpleasant experiences with Glenn surfaced in his mind. How could the two-faced and cunning Glenn have saved him?
"Alright, don't think about it too much. You just woke up, so you should drink this medicine."
Saying that, he handed a bowl of pitch-black medicinal juice, filled with the bitter taste of coptis, to Benson. The air was permeated with the pungent scent, making Benson frown just from the smell.
He expresse

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