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Oz's eyebrows were knitted as Caser pressed the cotton onto his wounds. 

"Are you sure you don't want to show this to a doctor?" HE asked with concern. 

"It's no big deal just hurry up and fix this, I have work to do." He added and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. 

"Who dares to throw something at you like that?" More than being concerned, Caser was rather thrilled to see a wound on his boss's face. It wasn't every day one could see their enemies suffering from such deep cuts. FOr Caser, Oz had been nothing less than a tyrant so seeing him in a little pain was not bad. 

As he dressed the wound Oz spoke. "I was surprised." HE paused. 

"Huh? About what?" HE tiled his head.

"Blackstone Group, THey invested in our company." With a dreamy voice, he hummed. 

"The What?" Caser's hand retreated and he questioned with wide-open eyes. "Did I hear it wrong? Did you say, Blackstone?" 

Oz gave him a slight nod with his eyes still closed.