I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

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Rex the Venomous Fang?!

This guy is Rex the Venomous Fang, the leader of the Motley Park Kids?!

Thinking of the infamous reputation of the mixed-race man before her, Fiona's pupils suddenly contracted, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

But her strong will to survive quickly calmed her down.

She suppressed her fear and gritted her teeth, saying:

"What Lexie? I don't know her, and I don't want to know her! Sir, please, you and your friend, leave my room immediately! Otherwise, I really will call for help!"

"Nurse! Nurse—"

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop it, little girl, stop right now!"

Rex quickly extended a finger adorned with a skull ring, placed it in front of his mouth, and made an exaggerated "shh" gesture, his face still bearing that chilling fake smile:

"Stop pretending, Dr. Gallagher. We're both sensible people; there's no point in playing dumb. Aren't you even a little curious about why I came all this way to see you?"

Fiona shook her head firmly and said without hesitation:

"I'm not curious, and I don't want to know! Please, and your people, leave my room immediately!"

"Hey girl, do you really want me to leave?"

The feigned patience in Rex's eyes vanished completely.

A flash of offended anger crossed his eyes.

His two henchmen behind him were very perceptive.

Seeing this, he immediately stepped forward slightly, creating immense pressure on Fiona.

Fiona was immediately alarmed, worried that these people might suddenly attack her.

Unexpectedly, Rex did not react.

He only took half a step forward, almost touching the bed railing.

A smell that was a mixture of cigarette smoke, sweat, and cheap cologne hit Fiona’s nostrils.

"Listen, you stubborn and stupid white girl, if I really walk out this door with my people... then you'll never have another chance to get a fresh, good kidney from me. Are you sure you really want to kick me out?"

Fiona turned her head sharply, her grey-blue eyes widening slightly in utter shock:

"You... what did you say? You can help me find a kidney donor? No, how do you know..."

"How I know that doesn't fucking matter, sweetheart. The point is I have connections, I can find good kidneys. Just tell me, do you want a fresh, hot, good kidney that matches your blood type?"

Looking at the surprised and uncertain expression on Fiona's face, Rex felt smug and secretly thought that organ trafficking was indeed a very lucrative business.

I don't know what came over me before, but I actually looked down on this job.

It turns out that Lexie and his gang of Motley Park boys originally ran a wholesale and retail business of enhancers.

They are not involved in the organ transplant business at all.

Recently, the New York Police Department has suddenly launched a citywide "clearing corridors" crackdown for some unknown reason.

Several of Lexy's hideouts and sales networks for its enhanced products were completely dismantled.

A lot of hard-earned stockpiles were taken advantage of by corrupt NYPD officers.

Without the business of boosters, Lexy's cash flow almost dried up.

He was already a spendthrift, and when his food supply was cut off, he was immediately in dire straits.

However, every cloud has a silver lining.

In a clash with the police, several of the Motley Park Boys' underlings were unfortunately killed.

Rexey's eyes lit up, and he turned the unfortunate corpses into a valuable resource, selling them to several pharmaceutical companies and illegal organ transplant clinics, making a considerable fortune in the process.

This immediately made him see a new business opportunity in the trade of human organs: quick money, high profits, and easy customers to control.

So he began to actively transform his business, using bribery or threats to buy the personal information of patients in dire need of organ transplants from some unethical medical staff.

They also actively went door-to-door to force people to buy and sell human organs, thus expanding their own network for buying and selling human organs.

Fiona had previously registered at the hospital to look for a kidney donor.

Her information was thus sold to Lexie by an unscrupulous doctor.

Fiona was now caught in a deep dilemma.

Her chest rose and fell slightly as she struggled with her thoughts.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the bed sheet beneath her.

Fiona certainly wanted a healthy, fresh, and perfectly matched kidney.

The thought made every bone in my body scream.

Like a person who has unfortunately fallen into the water and is about to suffocate, even if what is floating in front of her is a rotten piece of driftwood, the instinct for survival will drive her to grab it with all her might and without regard for anything else.

Fiona knew very well that the driftwood might not be able to support her weight and would only sink with her.

Rex had accurately detected Fiona's wavering.

He licked his lips, as if admiring prey about to be caught, and chuckled:

"I've inquired about it, Dr. Gallagher. You used to be a respectable man in a white coat; you know better than my foolish clients. You know perfectly well that if you have to wait in line at a regular hospital to be matched with a kidney, by the time it's your turn, the grass on your grave will have turned several times over. What's even more ridiculous is the corresponding surgery bill..."

He scoffed and said disdainfully:

"The numbers on the bill would scare Wall Street bankers to death; even selling you wouldn't cover a fraction of the surgery cost. But with me..."

Rex patted his chest and said smugly:

"My services are different from regular hospitals; there aren't so many hidden fees. We don't have to pay taxes or bribes to the tax bureau and insurance companies. Our costs are all real, so our prices are affordable. If you're willing to entrust us with your kidney transplant surgery, I guarantee I can find a kidney donor for you within a week and arrange the surgery on the same day. How about that? Isn't this a perfect deal for you?"

Fiona's breathing became more and more rapid, and her gray-blue eyes were filled with intense struggle.

The allure of kidneys was simply too great for her.

However, Fiona had, after all, worked as a community doctor.

She has seen more than one patient who, believing in this illegal organ trade, was tricked into going to an unlicensed clinic.

When they arrived at the other party's shady clinic and were put on the operating table, after being given anesthesia, not only were the damaged organs not replaced, but the good organs were also removed by the other party.

When they tried to hold the other party accountable, they found that the other party had already disappeared.

This is similar to a customer illegally going to a prostitute and ending up being scammed.

They deserved it; they brought it on themselves.

These cold, bloody real-life examples were like a bucket of ice water poured over Fiona's burning will to survive.

It instantly cooled her feverish mind.

Reason, accompanied by immense pain, painstakingly regained control of Fiona's decision-making.

She raised her head, her body still trembling slightly from the intense internal struggle.

But her gaze had become firm again.

"No."

Fiona looked directly at Rek'Sai and said resolutely:

"I don't need it. Please leave, or I'll call the nurse."