Chapter 3380

Emergency treatment continued until dawn of the second day.

The one whose heart had stopped was finally saved, and the others' conditions also stabilized considerably.

The doctors originally wanted to keep these people for observation, but these people themselves didn't take it too seriously; to them, drug overdoses were nothing new.

Even those prohibited substances, overdosing on them had already become routine.

So, led by Hank, several people completed discharge procedures early that morning.

Although the rescued person was still somewhat weak, he insisted on leaving the hospital; anyway, there was no longer any danger to life, and to them, staying in the hospital meant nothing but increasing the risk of exposure.

After the group left the hospital, Hank said to them: "Do you all feel there's something fishy about this?"

"Fishy?" one of them countered him: "You mean, is it fishy that so many of us suddenly became impotent at the same time?"

Hank countered: "Isn't it fishy?"

"Fishy." That person nodded, smacking his lips: "I suspect that Mr. Ye poisoned us yesterday; otherwise, there's no reason why so many of us would become impotent simultaneously after eating."

Hank suddenly frowned, narrowed his eyes, and said solemnly: "I think what you said makes sense; that Mr. Ye indeed has a problem!"

One person said: "Why don't we just report this to the police? At the very least, he should be sentenced to prison for this."

"Report to the police?" Hank coldly countered: "What evidence do you have? If we really had poison in our bodies, the doctors would have detected it yesterday; do you think so many people suddenly overdosing and ending up in the hospital wouldn't prompt them to run blood tests first? If they really found something, they would have already notified the police."

Saying that, Hank added: "If we report to the police now, the most likely outcome is that nothing will be found out, and we'll instead expose ourselves; if our group is exposed for collectively becoming impotent in China and overdosing on sildenafil to the point of hospitalization, do you still have the face to return to America?"

"What should we do then!" someone couldn't hold back, immediately saying: "What if we remain impotent forever? Even taking the drug like food won't help!"

"We're doomed!" Hank suddenly came to his senses and blurted: "Do you still remember what that Mr. Ye said at the dinner table yesterday? He said if we regretted it, today would require 100 million to become 1 billion. He definitely knew we'd encounter this problem, so we must have been tricked by him in some way! You all also know there used to be a punishment called chemical castration, right? What if he chemically castrated us—what then?"

Angelo said: "I don't believe that Mr. Ye is that capable; Chinese people eat family-style, everyone eats from the same dish and drinks from the same bottle poured out—how could he poison just us few? In my opinion, we'd better hurry back to America, find the best doctors there, and have them thoroughly examine us to see what's really wrong."

Hank coldly said: "If we miss this opportunity, even returning to America won't cure it. You've made so much money—are you really willing to spend the second half of your life as an impotent man?"

Angelo asked him: "Hank, what do you mean?"

Hank said: "Since Mr. Ye said there's still a dinner tonight and told us that if we go, we should sign up with Steve, he definitely knows we'll have to come back begging him; so I think we shouldn't go again tonight."

"One billion dollars!" that person blurted: "Mr. Ye wants us to come up with 1 billion USD to set up a fund dedicated to assassinating people like us—who in their right mind would be willing to do that?"

Hank said: "Let's go tonight first to see what's going on, confirm whether it's really related to Mr. Ye, then think of other countermeasures; as for the money issue, we don't necessarily have to pay it after all."

The other few people pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Better to believe it might be true than to believe it might be false.

If we don't go tonight to Tiangxiang Fu to observe the specific situation, we'll miss this opportunity, and then there'll be no regret medicine left to take.

So, the group elected Hank as their representative to contact Steve.

Steve hated these idiots to the bone.

He originally thought everyone would give him face as the Rothschild family heir, but he didn't expect these old dogs, for their own perverted needs, wouldn't even consider their futures.

But the problem is, as the second-in-command of the Rothschild family, the threat he could pose to these people exists only in business circles; once the other side adopts the mindset of "I don't care how much money I'll make in the future—anyway, I already earn enough to spend now," his advantage would vanish completely.

One morning, he suddenly received a call from Hank; he was still fuming inside and yelled: "What the hell are you calling me for?"

Hank awkwardly asked: "Mr. Rothschild, I want to ask—if we still go to the dinner tonight, will Mr. Ye from yesterday still appear?"

Steve coldly said: "How should I know? Why, did you bunch of perverts regret it?"

Hank also grew somewhat angry and questioned: "Mr. Rothschild, we came to China out of respect for you, yet you gave us a Hongmen banquet without saying a word, and that Mr. Ye even poisoned us—aren't you going a bit too far? You can't just bully us because we're not doing as well as you!"

Steve cursed: "Fuck your mother! When did Mr. Ye poison you guys?"

Hank also threw caution to the wind and bluntly said: "Mr. Rothschild, I might as well tell you directly—last night, we all mysteriously became impotent; I took a large dose of sildenafil, ended up being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment all night, Zoe's heart even stopped, and we were only revived before dawn—do you dare say this has nothing to do with Mr. Ye?"

Steve grew nervous, hurriedly lowered his head to glance between his legs, then instinctively rubbed twice, afraid he too had been drugged by Ye Chen.

Although he didn't know exactly what abilities Ye Chen had, he knew Ye Chen definitely had many miraculous pills; he could even produce pills that make people ten or twenty years younger, so creating a pill that causes impotence is certainly within his capability.

Fortunately, he seemed not to have encountered this problem.

So he sneered: "Let me say it—you bunch of perverts deserve it; Mr. Ye gave you a chance yesterday to reform and live a normal sex life, but you bunch of perverts refused; I think it's because Mat Finkelstein previously took you guys to play too wildly on the island, and now you can't even enjoy it anymore—are you satisfied?"

Hank, utterly depressed, said: "Mr. Rothschild, what's fun about you saying these sarcastic remarks now? We're all harmed by you—you're the one who summoned us here; don't you believe we'll publicize this matter?"

Steve laughed: "Go ahead and publicize it—contact BBC and CNN right now; if you can't, I'll help you contact them. To be honest, I can't wait for you to make this public; once you do, people won't misunderstand me anymore; before, they always suspected I had something to do with you bunch of idiots, but once you expose this, I'll completely clear my name and become America's national hero!"

Hank was stunned, thinking: "Damn, Steve actually makes sense……we were already street rats, just that the evidence hasn't been fully exposed yet; if we proactively tell the media, Steve Rothschild joining with a Chinese person to trick us into China, chemically castrate us—probably all of America would see Steve as a national hero……"

"By then, those Hollywood idiots might even suck up to him, make a movie based on this story; the Rothschild family originally has strong influence in Hollywood, so when the Oscars open, this film might sweep seven or eight awards—wouldn't we few be completely ruined for life?"