Chapter 337

After saying that, Gideon's energy was spent. He gradually lowered his arm, the phone slipping out of his hands. He clutched at his chest, staring at the wound as if it were a portal to the afterlife. After goodness knows how long, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was blinded by the bright lights of the surgical ward. He squinted. He turned his head slightly, seeing an old man with a head of white hair next to him. He was dressed in a white coat and was taking off his gloves. Gideon wanted to call out to him, but he could only manage a whispering croak. "Mr. Miller…" Barrett Miller glanced at Gideon. "If I hadn't come in time, you would have been dead by now. Who dares to provoke the Genesis Sect in this way? Does he have a death wish?" Gideon's lips and mouth were dry. He licked his lips and said, "I only know that one of them is called Silas Solomon. Silas would know what the other man is called. "When you left, sir, you said you were going to find someone call