"fuck! fuck! Why isn't it working!?"
A deafening roar came from next door, waking the still-sleeping griffin family.
"Shut up, you cripple! If you make another sound, I'll turn your wheelchair into a pile of scrap metal!"
"Sorry, Peter! I'll quiet Old Joe down right away."
A gentle female voice apologized, and then Old Joe's roar became muffled, as if his mouth was blocked by something.
"Phew, it's finally quiet. Louise, get me a dragon blood beverage, I need some energy."
But Peter's command had no effect; instead, Louise reprimanded him: "Peter, you are really too much. Old Joe is our friend, how can you talk about him like that!"
"What?" Peter opened his eyes and saw Louise looking at him fiercely, then exclaimed, "Oh my god! Old Joe is our friend? I completely forgot about that, I'm such an idiot!"
Watching Peter hit his head, Louise sighed helplessly: "Alright, I forgot that your intelligence when you first wake up is even worse than the rats in our attic. Now go wash up quickly, and then go apologize to Old Joe!"
At this moment, the two rats in the Griffin Family's attic looked at each other, ignoring Louise's recent disrespectful words, and continued to busy themselves shelling nuts, which was their rent for next month.
Chris listened to what had just happened, his eyebrows twitched a few times, then he continued reading his comic.
He had already somewhat adapted to the Griffin Family's daily life; Peter's idiotic behavior no longer caused a ripple in his heart.
After Peter followed Louise's instructions and washed up, he carried a box of dragon blood beverage to Old Joe's house; he needed to apologize for his earlier wrong words.
In Rhode Island nowadays, it was popular to give dragon blood beverage as gifts; this stuff was hard currency now.
And the Griffin Family had no shortage of this stuff, so Peter didn't even think twice, directly carrying a box as an apology.
"Sorry, Old Joe. I shouldn't have said that to you."
Looking at Peter's sincere expression, Bonnie took the gift Peter brought, her eyes still a little teary, and said, "It's okay, Peter. It was indeed Old Joe who caused you trouble."
But Old Joe, who had caused all this, casually dismissed it: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I promise it won't happen again in the future."
While saying insincere words, Old Joe's eyes were fixed on the dragon blood beverage Peter had brought.
He couldn't wait to try the effects of the dragon blood beverage Peter brought, so after a few brief exchanges, Old Joe immediately started seeing them out.
When Peter walked out of Old Joe's front door, hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Peter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Wow! Apologizing isn't that hard after all! Maybe I even have a talent for sales?"
Having completed what Louise had instructed, Peter returned home full of confidence.
But Old Joe's house was in an uproar; Bonnie accused Old Joe: "I've really had enough, do you know how embarrassed I was just now? You've really disappointed me!"
But Old Joe ignored Bonnie's scolding; he immediately went to the coffee table, reached out and tore open a box of dragon blood beverage, then took out a bottle from it.
Quickly twisting off the cap, then drinking the dragon blood beverage in one gulp, Old Joe felt a tingling sensation in his legs, then exclaimed, "This is it, this is the genuine dragon blood beverage!"
"Are you even listening to me, you dead cripple?" Seeing Old Joe ignoring her, Bonnie lost control and yelled.
This sentence angered Old Joe; his face hardened and he said, "Yes, yes! I'm a cripple, but if it weren't for me, this cripple, supporting you, you would have died on the street long ago. Now shut up and make me a hearty breakfast!"
"You, you..." Seeing Old Joe's authoritative side, Bonnie was too scared to speak, just standing there motionless.
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go!"
It wasn't until Old Joe yelled again that Bonnie hurried into the kitchen, busy with her big belly.
Having vented some of his accumulated resentment from the past, and feeling his confidence returning, Old Joe closed his eyes and savored the taste of the dragon blood beverage.
But a moment later, Old Joe suddenly opened his eyes, and a decision was instantly made in his heart.
He absolutely could not miss this opportunity to restore his masculine dignity, absolutely not!
As early as when the dragon blood beverage first appeared, after Old Joe came into contact with this dragon blood beverage, he found that after drinking it, in addition to feeling energetic, he also noticed that his long-crippled lower limbs had regained some sensation.
At first, he thought it was an illusion and was disappointed for a while.
It wasn't until later that every time he drank dragon blood beverage, he could feel more and more sensation returning to his lower limbs, until a few days ago, he could even feel an itch in his ankles.
Originally, Old Joe thought that with his consumption of dragon blood beverage, it wouldn't be long before he would regain sensation in his lower body and once again become the superhero of the police station.
But it seemed that fate played a joke on him; this morning, after he drank dragon blood beverage as usual, the feeling of limb recovery did not come.
Although he still felt energetic, he no longer had the usual feeling of limb recovery.
It was precisely because of this that Old Joe lost control of his emotions and shouted loudly.
However, after he drank the dragon blood beverage Peter sent, the feeling of limb revival reappeared, and Old Joe realized the key to the problem.
His previous stock, purchased two days ago, had been consumed, and what he drank today was a newly purchased version.
So, after Old Joe compared the two types, he realized that only the regular version had no effect, while the effective one was the fitness special edition.
"Shit! These capitalists are all the same; I even praised this company before."
Upon discovering the truth, Old Joe immediately complained and cursed, completely forgetting that the previous price of dragon blood beverage was practically a godsend.
Even now, the regular version of dragon blood beverage was still a form of charity.
But cursing aside, he still had to drink this dragon blood beverage, after all, he wanted to restore his dignity and still relied on this dragon blood beverage.
"Old Joe, I made bacon sandwiches, do you want pepper?"
Hearing Bonnie asking for his opinion, Old Joe lowered his head and stroked his legs, muttering, "Soon, very soon. I'll be able to stand up again, and Bonnie and everyone else will respect me again."
"Put more pepper, and fry a few more sausages!"
While giving instructions for his wife's cooking, Old Joe pushed his wheelchair to the dining table.
He hadn't felt this confident in a long time; if Bonnie weren't pregnant, he wouldn't even want to leave the house today.
But just thinking about his legs recovering soon and Bonnie being close to giving birth, Old Joe felt that the future was full of hope.
"How wonderful! A double blessing is always good."
Smiling, Old Joe took the breakfast Bonnie brought and enjoyed it heartily.