Chapter 445 Only Two Broken Ribs

Next to a warehouse at Geralton Pier, there stood a somewhat old-looking single-story house.

It was lunchtime, and the smell of cooked food wafted through the corridor to the river outside.

It was hard to notice the subtle blend of the medicinal and culinary scents.

"Mr. Winston, I brought the item back."

Sheldon stood at the door of a room at the end of the corridor. He held a small box in his hands. He didn't dare to step inside.

Unlike the weathered appearance of the building, everything was clean and well-furnished in the room. It looked like a five-star hotel room.

David sat on a sofa against the wall.

It was late autumn, but he wore only his pants. His muscled chest and abdomen bore clear scars. The one on his abdomen was especially obvious. Now marked by dark brown streaks due to the use of healing ointments, it appeared even more menacing.

He was diligently applying medicine to his wounds before bandaging himself.

Hearing the noise at the door, he didn't raise his head