Chapter 304 Confidentiality Agreement
"Is it popular to use combination skills now?" Yan Xu, who had just dealt with a threesome, looked at Mark, who was kneeling on the ground in a daze and rolling his eyes, and Williams, who was standing behind each other with his legs spread and shivering. Although he didn't understand what happened, he said he was shocked.

Martin should have a concussion, but Williams was better, only having a dislocated arm and a bruise. Yan Xu helped him reposition his joints, and then stimulated his acupoints with a weak electric current to dissipate the blood stasis and speed up recovery.

This move requires high skill, because if you are not careful it can cause muscle spasms. Yan Xu also mastered it with the help of a group of internal martial arts masters and old Chinese medicine practitioners who joined the Wumeng. It has a good effect on both internal and external injuries.

Feeling his arm go from numbness and swelling to an acceptable soreness, Williams breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like he wouldn't need to stay in the hospital for a few days.

"Mr. Pastor, leave the rest to me." Hearing the sirens getting closer, Williams said respectfully to Yan Xu.

"Then thank you for your help." Yan Xu nodded, then turned and left without mentioning the golden revolver because it was now evidence.

The loud gunshots had a significant impact. After all, Oak Street is an upscale community. The deputy chief of the local police station even came in person, but after seeing the strange corpses, he fell silent.

"Phyllis, it seems you are not unfamiliar with this situation." Williams handed the golden revolver to a policeman holding an evidence bag. After turning around and seeing Phyllis's expression, he knew that it was not the first time for the other party to see this kind of monster. On the contrary, he was very familiar with it.

This undoubtedly proves that Williams' previous guess was correct, this kind of monster is not the only one, which is really a bad result.

"Yes, that is a scene that only exists in nightmares, and you are lucky and brave. Most people don't have the courage to shoot at monsters. In fact, most people are doomed to die just by looking at them." Phyllis took a look at the golden revolver in the evidence bag and said with mixed emotions, obviously having a past that she couldn't bear to look back on.

"Okay, it looks like we need to have a good talk." Williams knew that he was not being brave, but he knew that with someone there, his life would not be in real danger, so he dared to shoot back.

But Phyllis' words proved that there were many such monsters, which undoubtedly increased the weight of the Eastern priest. Williams felt that he had to deal with the aftermath for the other party, and he was a professional in this regard.

Phyllis made a special phone call, and soon a group of people in protective clothing came and took the bodies away. They also scanned everyone with a strange instrument, and when they found that there was no red light, they were a little surprised.

Williams had been watching carefully and took a deep breath when he saw this.

He was a true elite, not like the common people who had received a happy education and couldn't even tell whether the earth was spherical or flat. Therefore, he immediately realized from their actions that these monsters were actually highly contagious or polluting.

Thinking of how the monster before had made him lose control of himself with just a glance from the corner of his eye, Williams felt a chill and touched the talisman involuntarily.

The Eastern priest gave him two talismans in total, and one of them saved his life. This thing was more precious than he imagined.

After leaving the task of appeasing the residents of Oak Street to other members of the property management committee, Williams got in a police car and went to the police station with Phyllis. As for the unfortunate Martin, he had already been sent to an ambulance. I hope he had purchased sufficient medical insurance.

The medical system in the Beacon Country is extremely polarized. The rich and the elites who have purchased comprehensive medical insurance can receive meticulous treatment, and even professional rescue teams and helicopters will be dispatched when necessary.

Those who buy cheap medical insurance and rely on free medical care can only choose to endure it, because the waiting time alone is enough for most non-fatal diseases to heal on their own.
If you are unlucky and make an appointment with a doctor before you recover, in addition to being told to rest more and take more vitamins, you will also be given an extra bill starting at two zeros. Foreigners like fitness, advocate healthy living, and abuse painkillers, not because they really like these, but because they are forced to do so.

If Martin didn't have medical insurance and his family wasn't wealthy enough, the ambulance and emergency bills alone would be enough to bankrupt his family. They would have no choice but to move to a worse neighborhood or even become homeless on the streets. The difference between the two depended on whether the bill had one more zero or one less zero.

Williams was used to seeing similar things, so he wasn't even interested in taking a second look.

After arriving at the police station and giving a brief statement, Williams walked into Phyllis' office like he knew the place well, poured himself a cup of coffee from the other person's personal collection, took a sip, and put it down with a frown.

"Don't waste my coffee if you're not used to it." Phyllis, who had just dealt with the follow-up, sneered at Williams's nitpicking. This was a class conflict and an irreconcilable contradiction.

"Tomorrow I will personally sponsor two high-end coffee machines and high-end coffee beans for your police station." Williams said in a flat tone.

"Do you want me to ask someone to buy you a cup of coffee outside? It's quick in a police car." Phyllis changed her attitude decisively. This was not a question of class, but the magic of money.

"Forget it. I'm not in the mood for coffee right now." Williams raised his sore arm and rubbed his brow, saying a little tiredly. After all, today was too exciting.

"Okay, but are you sure you don't need to rest? We can talk about these things tomorrow." Phyllis persuaded.

"No, do you think I can sleep after what I went through?" Williams took a big sip of coffee regardless of the taste, then stared at Phyllis, waiting for him to speak.

"Okay, you also know that some things need to be kept confidential, so sign this confidentiality agreement first." Phyllis took out the contract, which was still warm from the printer, and handed it to Williams.

Williams is a famous lawyer himself, so it is no problem for him to look at a contract.

It was a very standard confidentiality agreement, so overbearing that there was no room for choice, meaning that one had to sign it whether they wanted to or not.

Williams signed his name and handed the confidentiality agreement to Phyllis. After Phyllis locked it in the safe, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. It was obvious that the working hours were over and now it was private time.

"You're lucky. The third stage has just started. Otherwise, it can't be solved with just a confidentiality agreement." Phyllis poured Williams a glass of whiskey and shook the glass.

"I'm very interested in these. Can you tell me more about them?" Williams said after taking a sip.

"That's why I say you are lucky. If it was half a year ago, I wouldn't say anything." After Phyllis sat down, she began to talk about what happened more than ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)