However, Jorge's current condition was extremely terrible. He sat on the ground motionless, his eyes tightly shut. Although there was still a faint breath in his body, it was extremely weak. What was even more perplexing was that his skin had lost all its luster, giving the impression of a lifeless body. His heart rate was also incredibly slow.
"Old man!" Connor's body trembled slightly as he almost gritted his teeth to call out these three words. But Jorge showed no response and continued to sit quietly.
"Old man, can you hear me? I'm calling you; can you hear me?" He shouted with bloodshot eyes, as if he had gone mad, yelling with all his might. "Old man, you like money, right? How much money do you want? I'll give it to you right now. Can you say something to me?"