Meanwhile, at the cannery, over ten thousand people were queuing up to claim the antidote that would counteract the poison in their veins.

After Cyprus, Charlie once again bore witness to the immaculate discipline that the armed cavalry guards, the dead soldiers, and even their family members had.

Even if this was a dream come true for many of them, each of them observed the order and never complained as they stayed in the queue.

Moreover, everyone was dead silent as their respective supervisors told them to stay quiet, and there wasn't even a whisper. All one could hear from those ten thousand people was soft footsteps, and maybe a little flapping of their clothes.

As for the antidote, Charlie had used up every pill he had.

After selling his Rejuvenating Pill for trillions, he could likely get the world's richest people to pay quadrillions or more for those pills.

Still, Charlie wouldn't obsess over mere money—he could just make more pills.

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