Chapter 33 Eight More Days

“Boss, Finnegan’s here!”

The second Finnegan stepped into General Hospital, Tristan’s subordinates immediately received news about it and hastily reported it to their employer.

Tristan, who was speaking with Oscar in the ward, froze.

Once he came back to his senses, he leaped to his feet and said, “He’s at the hospital?”

“Yes! He should be in the elevator by now.”

Tristan’s heart sank. “What do we do, Mr. Goldberg?”

Oscar’s senior had yet to arrive, and with how powerful Finnegan was, they might be defeated if Finnegan were to attack them right there and then.

Oscar consoled, “Don’t worry, Mr. Chomsky, it’s broad daylight right now, and we’re in the hospital too. He won’t dare to do anything he pleases.” After a pause, he speculated, “Maybe he’s worried that you’ll go after his parents next after demolishing his house, so he has come to beg for mercy.”

“Argh!”

Right as those words were out of Tristan’s subordinate’s mouth, fighting sounds and pained. shouts echoed in the corridor.

Tristan tensed up and hurried out while Oscar asked Tristan’s subordinate to wheel him out as well.

It was then they saw Finnegan fighting Tristan’s dozens of bodyguards. Yet, those trained and. well-paid bodyguards could not stop Finnegan’s advancement at all as they fell one by one like domino blocks.

In no time, half of them were immobile on the ground.

Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Is that Finnegan Larkin?”

He had heard Finnegan’s name five years ago. In fact, he was the one who pulled strings to get the school to kick Finnegan and Desmond out. However, it was Tristan’s first time seeing. Finnegan in person.

He could not imagine how the young Finnegan was capable of incapacitating Oscar.

With hatred, Oscar glared at Finnegan and hissed, “That’s him!”

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family’s bodyguards easily and

the time he was a few meters away from Tristan and the others, the Chomskys’

power, for the bodyguards he paid a hefty sum

Tristan was still the man who had singlehandedly brought his family to its glory, so he quickly recomposed himself. “Are you Finnegan Larkin? Quite a fighter, I see. But,

Tristan, Finnegan continued

warn you against being reckless. Even if you clone yourself a hundred times, you won’t be able to hold your ground against me with

make his way toward Tristan.

still

now, Finnegan, to

never halted in

whipped out a

needles shot out, burying themselves into Tristan’s subordinate’s body. Before he could figure out what was going on, scorching pain coursed through his body. With a cry of pain, he collapsed onto the ground. and started convulsing, foam

Surprise clawed

Smack!

up

Oscar’s throats when they took in the scene.

a

them, slapped Tristan. Tristan spat out a mouthful of blood with two teeth, and

snarled, “How

Smack!

face, making him lose another three bloody teeth.

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to his right

dare you hit Mr. Chomsky? You’re dead

said that, the bottom of a shoe appeared in front of him, and Finnegan’s foot landed

broke again, and

and hastily retreated, no longer as confident as he was earlier.

still had a lot of money to spend. If Finnegan were to kill him like the lunatic he was, he would not rest in peace.

free to come after me

Tristan to the ground before glancing at Killian, who was in the intensive

mirthless laugh and walked toward the elevator. “You have eight more days. to get Killian to kneel before the ruins of my house for three days and three nights. He also has to cut off his four limbs and donate two billion to charity. Otherwise, the Chomsky

and left equally swiftly.

Tristan got back on his feet, he bellowed, “Finnegan Larkin, you’re a lunatic! I’m going to kill

the same time, he was feeling a tinge of regret-he should have gotten rid

he would not be caught defenseless like this and go through such humiliation.

need me to

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