Summit Farmer

Seeing the office director making a phone call, Edward Martin couldn’t help but ask, "Peter, how did you know there was an iron knife here?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, Peter Brown smiled and said, "This is the focal point of the gathering evil energy in the entire room, and there happens to be a small knife in that spot. Considering the man who got injured from the fall, I guess the knife has only an iron blade, while the handle is probably made of plastic, right?"

The female director looked at Peter Brown in amazement and nodded, "Yes, after all, it’s a handicraft product."

After getting her confirmation, Edward Martin praised, "Peter, that’s impressive!"

"Can a small knife really cause someone to get injured from a fall?" Mansell Thompson shook his head in disbelief.

Without arguing with him, Peter Brown continued, "This room should be your exhibition room, where not many people usually visit. Therefore, too much blade evil energy has gathered here. Anyone who enters here would have a headache, not to mention the person who got injured."

At this point, the female director looked at Peter Brown again in astonishment and said, "It’s really strange that since I’ve been in this room, I’ve had a splitting headache for the past two days, as if it’s going to explode."

Peter Brown nodded slightly and said, "This is a manifestation of the invasion of the blade evil energy. The other party has an entire building, and the blade evil energy is too strong. Fortunately, none of you have been here for too long, so the pain will naturally go away after a couple of days."

Edward Martin was moved and asked, "Peter, can you treat it?"

"Just use an acupuncture needle. It’s simple."

The female director glanced at Mansell Thompson and then looked at Peter Brown, "Can you help me treat it? I’ve had enough of this pain for the last two days!"