Chapter 615

“Mr. Eslinger, help me! I feel like I’m burning from the inside out, like a hot iron is scorching me!” Simon writhed on the floor, curled up as he screamed in agony.

Bane’s face turned serious as he crouched down beside him. “Spread your legs and stop moving. I need to take a proper look.”

When Bane examined the area, his expression darkened further. Simon’s groin had turned completely black, a clear sign of severe poisoning. However, what baffled Bane was the swelling—Simon’s manhood was inflating unnaturally, almost as if it were about to burst.

“Mr. Eslinger, how bad is it? You’ve got to help me! I feel like I’m going to explode!” Simon gasped for air, drenched in sweat, as he groaned in pain.

Bane’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What the hell happened to you? How did this even get poisoned?”

Simon howled in frustration. “It’s that bastard Andrew! He stuck a silver needle down there! I thought it wasn’t a big deal, but now it’s killing me. You have to save me!”

Bane quickly pulled out two detox pills and forced Simon to swallow them. He then pressed his hands over the affected area, inspecting it further.

His face twisted with shock as he asked, “Your vital gate has been completely destroyed. Goodness, how is this possible?”

He shook his head and explained, “Simon, your condition is dire. Your energy is all being funneled to that spot. If you can’t release the pressure, your body will literally burst.”

Simon’s bloodshot eyes widened in terror. “Then hurry up and treat me! I can’t hold on much longer!”

Bane sighed deeply. “It’s complicated—very complicated. The vital gate is one of the body’s most important secrets. Normally, it never fully opens in a person’s lifetime. But in your case, Andrew didn’t just open it. He pierced it completely with a needle.”

Simon’s face paled. “You’re kidding, right? You’re just saying that to scare me, right?”

Bane’s expression darkened further. “If it were just poison or a physical injury, I could cure you in minutes. Yet, Andrew somehow managed to damage one of your most fragile areas with precision. I have no idea how he did it.”

“So, what now?” Simon asked, panic rising in his voice. “Is there nothing you can do?”

Bane clenched his jaw. “Damn it. The lower body is extremely sensitive, and this injury is beyond normal treatment. At this point… there’s only one solution.”

Simon’s eyes filled with desperation. “What is it? Tell me! I’ll do anything—even if I have to jump off a building!”

Bane glanced down at Simon’s convulsing body and the thick fluid beginning to leak from his groin. He sighed heavily. “You’re blocked. If we don’t release the pressure, you’ll lose more than just your life.”

Simon groaned in agony. “Fine, I get it! Just call someone—anyone—to help me release it! And make sure she’s young and pretty. No old, ugly women, please.”

Bane scoffed. “You’re in no position to be picky. You should be grateful if anyone shows up at all.”

Standing up, Bane pulled out his phone and called Michael Rhodes. “Mr. Rhodes, I need a favor. Could you send over a ‘family meal’ as soon as possible?”

Michael chuckled on the other end. “Bane, that’s quite a portion. Are you sure you can handle it?”

“It’s not for me,” Bane replied dryly. “It’s for Simon Gaal, a junior of mine. And trust me, if you don’t get it here fast, this kid’s a goner.”