The Great Medical Saint

Two old men were playing chess inside a villa. With a clack, the white knight moved toward the opposition side and knocked away an opponent's chess piece. It seemingly made a loud crash, causing the chessboard to shake.

Brad's wrinkled face sported a smile as he exclaimed loudly, "Checkmate!"

Sitting across Brad, the old man's expression darkened as the muscles on his face twitched. He tossed aside the chess piece.

"I see the chessboard as a battlefield. From the very first move, I'm playing to win. I never go easy on anyone either.

"But today, I made an exception and let you win three games. You should fill me in on that mysterious man right now."

It was Hugh Walker. He was one of the few generals who had fought in wars and the only one who could stand toe-to-toe with Brad.

Brad chuckled and replied, "It was a stroke of luck that I encountered him and offered him a small favor."

Hugh furrowed his brows. "Are you going to spill it or not?"

Brad continued, "Honestly, he's good at what he does, but he's not impressive enough to earn our respect. I don't think he's fit to wear Juprus Ring yet."

Hugh raised his white eyebrow. A hint of doubt flashed in his old eyes. "How can that be? The wearer of the Juprus Ring is bound to be extraordinary, destined for greatness."noveldrama

Brad shook his head. "He can be pretty impulsive. He kills people at the drop of a hat, and it's always out of anger."

How could that be? Hugh knitted his brows together. "Could the wearer of Juprus Ring be that unremarkable?"

The phone in front of Brad chimed. He glanced at the screen and realized it was a call from his men. So, he pressed the speaker button and asked, "What's up?"

A firm voice came from the phone. "He murdered people again. We have five dead bodies, and one of them was a mayor. What should I tell the local authority?"

Brad's weathered face twisted in annoyance as he turned to Hugh. "Look at this. Another murder. I've spent my whole life in battles. I'm getting old now, and I just wanted a little pièce and quiet for once, But lately, I've been cleaning up his mess every single day. How much longer is he going to trouble me for?"

Hugh couldn't help but sigh. "He's indeed hot-tempered. No wonder the current Juprus has been so secretive. Perhaps..." Hugh just left it at that.

Brad shouted into the phone, "Do I need to teach you every time you need to come up with an excuse? Are you really that stupid? Figure it out yourself."

After ending the call, he fell silent for a moment and then picked up the phone to dial Matthew's number. He tried calling three times, but it was busy each time.

Did his phone run out of battery? Brad speculated the reasons. Otherwise, Matthew would have picked up his call.

After a pause, he dialed Leo's number.

After wrapping up with the last body, Leo and Lucien started cleaning the scene. As the water splashed on the ground, it mixed with the blood and

flowed into the drain. Both of them were hustling and sweating a lot.

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After straightening his back, Leo lit a cigarette when his phone rang.

Upon seeing that it was Brad calling, he hurriedly tossed the cigarette aside and respectfully asked, "What are your orders, Mr. Miles?"

Over the phone, Brad looked visibly upset. "I told Matthew not to stir up trouble and not to kill anyone, but look at how many people he's taken out!

"Are you stupid or what? Why didn't you stop him? How am I supposed to explain this to the local authorities?"

Leo was taken aback by the scolding. He didn't do the killing, so Brad was clearly blaming the wrong person.

He replied with a pitiful expression, "We were just following his orders to clean up the scene, Mr. Miles. We don't know anything else."

Brad couldn't help but snap, "Aren't

you a captain? I told you to work with him to deal with Horace's men, so why are you telling me you're doing the cleaning job?

"How can you bring yourself to tell me that? You've brought shame to your dad

and grandpa."