The Mighty Fighter Is Back

Chapter 23: Want to Be Cured? Get out!

Robert said without mercy, "Beat this bastard up!"

Receiving his order, his men spared no efforts to beat Nicholas, who was injured severely.

The man's ruthlessness was an alarm for the rest people, making them step back.

Their eyes were full of fear.

Finishing beating Nicholas, he turned to those quiet gangsters and lifted his hand as a signal, "Break the legs of all involved."

His subordinates took actions again.

"Sorry, Mr. Baker. But we are all forced by the Miller family." The depressed and panicked Big Dog, drenched in sweat, immediately kneeled down and begged for his mercy.

Facing such a powerful person, his arrogance was burned to ashes.

"You are Big Dog, right? Don't you know this is my place," said Robert, "do you? Now it's too late. Beat them up!"

His men, like wolves, rushed up at once and attacked them.

Those who thought they would escape all cried out for help and begged his pardon.

However, what they were doing was of no use. Robert's men were so ferocious that they broke one leg of each gangster.

Ignoring their painful cries, Robert put on a flattering smile and said to Richard, "Lord Thompson, all were settled."

Richard nodded with satisfactory and left.

In the Presidential Suite of the InterContinental Hotel, Park Adams was savoring a cup of tea.

"Dr. Adams, Archie Hill asked to see you and brought a patient," said one of his students outside the door.

Park replied in calm, "Let them in."

"Only Dr. Hill and the patient are invited. Others stop here."

"Well, I'm the father of the patient. Can we...?"

"No, you can't."

"Don't worry, Mr. Miller. Your son will soon recover as long as Dr. Adams treats him."

Hearing the dialogue outside, Park frowned.

The Miller family?

At the thought of the command from Mr. Thompson, his face darkened.

Then Archie brought James Miller, who moaned painfully, into the room, and bowed with respect, "Dr. Adams."

"This is James, the son of Mr. Miller. He is infected by some unknown disease and needs your treatment."

Park said ruthlessly while his eyes were fixed on Archie, "No way. Let him out!"

Astonished by his teacher's words, Archie pleaded, "Dr. Adams, please take a look at him. He is here."

"Get out!" said Park.

Outside the room, George knitted his brows upon hearing what Dr. Adams said.

Why? Archie was his student, why did he refuse to do a favor for the sake of his student?

George was too eager to wait. He broke in and begged for the help, "Dr. Adams, please saved my son. If you save my son, the whole Miller family will serve you."

Glancing at James, Park put on a cold look.

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The Millers were facing a dead end since the moment they offended him.

Park said in severity, "Sorry, your son has been too sick to recover. You'd better prepare his funeral in advance."

George kneeled down at once, his tears rolling down his face, "Please, Dr. Adams. If you would like to give a hand, my family will pay your half of our property!"

But he was unmoved. He said in an arrogant and scornful tone, "I've given my response. Get out with your son, now!"

"Archie, come with me. I have something to tell you."

Park left the suite with Dr. Hill, paying no attention to George and James.

Desperate as George was, he fell on the ground and helplessly looked at his miserable son.

Outside the hotel, Park said to his student, "The Miller family offended some big shot. You should keep in distance lest you would get in trouble."

"But Dr. Adams," Archie wanted to know more.

Next, he was glared at and scolded by his teacher, "Don't ask. You just need to know the disaster of Miller family is imminent. Leave them as soon as possible!"

Seeing his harsh look, Archie was scared to shiver and shut his mouth.

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"30 million. How can I get 30 million?"

On the way home, Catherine was drunk, mumbling to herself in dream.

Even she was not in sobriety, she still frowned and was worried for her daughter.

Hearing his wife's murmurs, Richard felt pain in his heart as if it was torn apart by a knife. He became more compunctious.

"Don't worry, Cathy. All will be settled when you wake up, "said Richard. He stroked her head with tenderness and his mild eyes stared at his beloved.

He arrived home with Catherine, carefully put her on pajamas, cooked soup and fed her to dispel the negative effect of alcohol.

"Please, please lend me 30 million. You can make me do anything..."

"My daughter...my sweetheart...I should be blamed..."

Lying on the bed, Catherine was talking in her sleep with her brows furrowed.

Speaking of her daughter’s disease, she was tearful even in her sleep with a sad expression.

Richard's heart was almost broken to death.

He held his wife's hands tight with tears in his sharp eyes and said resolutely, "It will be okay soon."