Winner Takes All

Jack endured the horrible pain that came from his wound.

He leaned on the seat, and breathed heavily, he couldn't hide the pain that he was in.

His voice was trembling, as he laughed, "If she is about to send a punitive expedition, then I can't just arrive as if nothing happened, that would be my wrongdoing."

Mr. Ward looked suffocated.

He felt a heavy rock on his chest, his mood was stuffy.

What Jack just did there was in his eyes a helpless move, this was only for Madam Hughes to see.

If the one who was injured was Killian, he would have never done that.

In the Hughes family, Killian was Madam Hughes little baby, if he was hurt, he only needed to whine a little in front of Madam Hughes, and she will do everything to take revenge for him.

But Jack, he had to rip open a wound that was almost healed, to beg Madam Hughes for her forgiveness!

Both of them were children of the Hughes family, but they were treated so differently.

"It's alright, Mr. Ward."

Jack comforted him, then he said to Brent, "Stop looking, let's go inside, before the blood starts to clot."

Brent gave a fake laughter, then he drove the Rolls Royce again, but the smile on his face, was bitter and helpless.

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In the night, the Four Impressions Club was hidden in the forest midway up the mountain, as if they entered a small plot of land on the mountain.

It was the most elite club in town, even people like Aiden and Drago needed an invitation to enter, any normal rich and powerful person had trouble to enter. This made out the mystery and name of the Four Impressions Club.

Even Jack didn't know about it.

The towering gate was built in a ancient way, the tall walls were surrounding the club.

In front of the gate, the name "Four Impressions Club" was hanging up high, two big red lanterns were also hanging in the air, spending red light.

It was solemn, respectful and mysterious.

From outside, they could see flashlights once in a while, when guards were taking their rounds on the property.

Jack was taking in all this.

Not long after, the Rolls Royce stopped in front of the gate.

"Please show your Invitation Letter."

A mid aged man wearing an ancient suit came to the car and smiled at them, asking neither humble nor pushy.

"Invitation Letter?" Brent knitted his brow.

The mid aged man smiled, "You need a Invitation Letter to enter."

Mr. Ward smiled and said, "Madam Hughes is staying in this club, we are here to pay her a visit."

As he was speaking, he turned to introduce Jack, "This is Young Master Hughes."

He heard.

The mid aged man's face changed, his smile widened, he didn't stand as straight and tall as before anymore.

"I am sorry, let me double check."

Mr. Ward's face darkened, "Since when do you need to double check for Young Master Hughes to enter your little club?" The man was undecided.

Even if it was Aiden who was in front of him right now, he would have kept asking for a letter.

But, he had seen that even the owner of this club was behaving humble and respectful in front of Madam Hughes. "Please come in." The mid aged man made way.

The Rolls Royce slowly drove into the club, the man took a little security cart and followed them, to show them the way. Jack laughed strangely, if one was powerful enough, none of the rules applied.

The club was very big, it had different buildings and pavilions, and scenery.

They followed the security cart to a further part of the club.

There were no river, no pavilion and buildings around, only a bamboo forest and a little water flowing, quiet and calm. "Please exit your car and walk further, Madam Hughes is in the Bamboo Grove." The man got off his cart to tell them. Jack held his wound and got off the car, Mr. Ward and Brent supported him as they slowly walked towards the grove. Every time Jack raised his foot, it would pull on his wound, and pain shot through his body, he looked in a very difficult position. They hadn't walked far, when a little house appeared in sight.

It was simple, completely different compared to the club.

"Madam Hughes, Jack is here to see you."

Mr. Ward took a step forward, and raised his voice to call.

"Come in."

A voice came from inside the grove.

Mr. Ward and Brent helped Jack inside, while he was holding his own wound.

While they were walking, Mr. Ward warned him again, "Young Master, if you can endure, please do."

Jack laughed bitterly.

His eyes flashed, while his right hand moved to his wound subconsciously.

If he didn't understand that rule, he wouldn't have ripped open his almost healed wound with his own hands.

He came from a very dark place in life, and he understood, sometimes, you had to surrender to climb further in the future.

The door to the grove opened.

The three men wearing suits, who came to see Jack during noon, were all inside.

The first one immediately made a welcoming gesture, "Madam Hughes is inside."

In the room, the lights were bright.

The air was filled with the smell of sanders.

And they could hear the chanting of Buddhist prayers.

Madam Hughes was sitting in the master seat, her eyes were closed, holding her prayer beads in the right hand while she was chanting along the song.

On the side, Minister Mable was sitting in a square position, looking over her.

When he saw Jack enter, he said in a lowered voice, "Madam Hughes, Jack has arrived."

Madam Hughes frowned, but she didn't open her eyes, instead, she kept skipping her beads and chanting the prayers.

Minister Mable realized that the three should wait.

Jack held his wound and nodded towards Minister Mable.

This person, was a very valued person, since she hadn't made him a pickle, he wasn't stupid enough to offend her.

He stared at Madam Hughes who was still chanting, and his eyes went cold while he pressed his lips together.

Even Mr. Ward had surprise written in his eyes.

Time passed by slowly.

The chanting of the prayer was echoing in the room.

Madam Hughes made no intentions of pausing her prayers.

But Jack's wound was still bleeding heavily, the blood was passing through between his fingers, dripping on the floor.

His face was pale, and his body weak.

Brent knitted his brows, he knew Jack's condition too well.

He had no choice but to gesture to Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward hesitated for a while, then he looked at Jack, and his eyes became determined.

"Madam Hughes, Jack is here to see you..."

His voice was soft, humble and respectful.

Just as he said that.

Madam Hughes, who still had her eyes closed, suddenly stopped, her brows were tightly knit, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with anger.

"You are just a servant, how dare you interrupting me reading my prayers!"

Madam Hughes threw her beads on the table, the anger could be seen on her face, "Do you know that I have to read those prayers a hundred times to ask for blessings for my family, and you dare to interrupt me?"

Mr. Ward's face changed, and he knelt down.

"Please forgive me, Madam Hughes, I just noticed that Jack's condition is getting worse, if we wait much longer he might bleed out and his life will be in danger."

"Humph!"

Madam Hughes raised her brows, and was just about to say something.

In that moment, Jack burst into laughter.

This laughter, interrupted Madam Hughes.

Then, Jack lowered his head to look at Mr. Ward.

"And what if I die of bleeding?"

As he was speaking, his face turned colder, his voice carried anger, and he looked straight at Madam Hughes when he said, "Aren't you chanting the 'Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Purva Pranidhana Sutra'? If I really died, isn't that a perfect chance to expiate my sins?"