Chapter 389

The old man, Horace Wood, cursed, "The sky is not falling, and nobody is dying here. Calm down and tell me what happened." The middle-aged man, Adam Wintson, said urgently, "It's Mr. Wood. He's been beaten to a pulp, and his head's a bloody mess." What?

Horace staggered and almost collapsed. Once he steadied himself, he asked urgently, "Is he okay? Is his life in danger?"

Adam quickly shook his head. "He's not in immediate danger, but... his injuries are pretty severe. He'll be bedridden for a while."

Horace scowled with fury as his anger mounted. He roared, "Severe? He's been pampered since he was young and can't even stand a mosquito bite.

"Who dared to hurt him this badly? Who's stupid enough to attack my grandson?"

Adam trembled upon seeing his expression. "It's a guy named Matthew Grant from Lambda City. He's just an ordinary person."

Horace took a deep breath, then threw his fishing rod into the sea. "Let's go back. If he dares to touch my grandson, I'll make sure his entire family pays for it!"

Adam followed closely and didn't dare to make a sound.

a risk. How could an ordinary person get close enough to injure him? What's going on?" Adam hesitated. "Well... the situation

chilling glint flashed through his eyes.

seething fury

Matthew. He even brought in

single shot. In the end, he let Matthew

"Mr. Miles, do you want to go to war with me?

He glanced at the caller ID and

face twitched

chance to speak before he exploded, "You worthless piece of

happens to Isaac, the first thing I'll do is dig up your family's graves and blow up

fool. You raised your grandson to be

lucky if he made it past 20. And now that he's 25, you should count your blessings. And

had been waiting for this day.

that his hand trembled as he held the phone. "I swear I'll wipe out your entire family. My grandson is on his deathbed,

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