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Besides, Percy was involved in the operation of wiping out the Island of Despair back then.
That was why Abel had his eyes on the Mallory family.
If Pierre did not commit those offenses that were posted on the internet, Abel would not
have been able to target him so easily. After all, Pierre always had someone to accompany
him no matter where he went. It was too troublesome to kidnap him.
However, Pierre was alone on the outskirts of A City when it happened. It gave Abel a
chance to make a move.
Abel knew that it was difficult to come across such an opportunity.
There might not be another chance in the future.
Hence, if he wanted to make money, he had to shift his attention elsewhere.
Abel was annoyed. He waved his hand and scowled. "Get the f*ck out of there. Go far
away. Don't show up in front of me."
Amur was the first to leave when he heard that. The other two men left the room in a
hurry as though they had been given a reprieve.
One of the men let out a sigh of relief after leaving the room. Then, he exclaimed, "It's
terrifying. Boss looked like he wanted to eat someone alive."
"Right? I'm still in pain after getting kicked just now." The man rubbed the back of his head
and his back which were still hurting after falling to the ground just now. Then, he turned
to look at Amur calmly.
Was Amur really calm?
Abel's malevolent aura made it seem like he could eat someone alive, but Amur remained
indifferent.
He showed no fear.
"Brother Amur, aren't you afraid?" asked the man.
Amur looked at him expressionlessly. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.
"Afraid of what?"
"I was afraid that Boss would kill me just now. Even though it wasn't my fault, it was
terrifying to see him flying into a rage..." The man lowered his neck and took out a
cigarette to calm himself down like what Amur did.
Although Abel criticized them for not carrying out their tasks well enough, they were all
from the Island of Despair. They had blood on their hands.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey had seen many gruesome scenes, but none was as terrifying as Abel when he was
angry.
Amur blew out a smoke ring.
Was he afraid? No, he was not.
He was not afraid of anything as long as Abel did not use Luca to threaten him
Being kicked by him was nothing. Abel had even stabbed him twice with a knife, and he
had survived.
If Abel wanted someone's life, he would not have wasted so much time being angry and
throwing a tantrum. These men did not know him well enough.
If he wanted to end someone's life, he would never give that person a chance to feel
intimidated, concerned, or escape from him. He would go straight for it.
Abel was more vicious than any of them. He had more blood on his hands than anyone
else.
That was why Amur was not afraid of the angry expression on Abel's face.
"Brother, look at how fearless he is," the other man said as he noticed how calm Amur
was. He took his cigarette out and smoked it too. It seemed like he was only satisfying his
nicotine craving instead of calming himself down.
They were trembling with fear as they smoked, and even their lips were quivering. It was
as though they were frozen in place.
After all, Abel had just caused a sudden drop in the room temperature. The air had turned
to ice, and it was a whirlwind of terror.
However, Amur remained calm and indifferent as he smoked. His hands were not shaking
at all.
The man who was kicked was eager to find out if Amur was truly not afraid of him...
They thought the only person on the Island of Despair who was not afraid of Abel was
Shanks.
They never expected that Amur, who was right in front of them, to also be an
extraordinary person.
"Are you really not afraid?" the man asked again as he refused to believe it.
Amur shot him a cold glance. Then, he snuffed out his cigarette and left.
He could not be bothered to talk to these cowards...
Finding a way to deal with the police officers in X City's police station was what mattered
the most now.
It was a really tough situation to deal with.
"Brother. He. This..." The man had lost his words.
The other man shook his head.
It was noon time.
Percy had finally arranged for the private hospital to prepare the operating room, along
with an anesthetist, an assistant, and a nurse who would assist Johann in performing
surgery on Pierre.
They were all found by the director of Faith Hospital. They all had professional titles and
were reliable.
Hence, Pierre's face was covered and taken through the hospital corridor to the operating
room.
They would definitely be seen while they walked through the corridor.
Many people saw the man lying on the bed with a cloth over his face. They could not help
but be curious about who it was. Who would be lying on the bed without moving and with
his face covered? However, it was not a white cloth.
It certainly was not someone who had just died and was being taken to the morgue.
Was he a celebrity? Could it be that he could not walk and had to be on the bed with his
face covered to avoid being seen?
Everyone made guesses, but no one had the courage to lift the cloth that covered Pierre's
face.
Pierre had already woken up.
He could feel the pain all over his body, his neck, and his legs.
It was like he had been run over by a truck.
However, he knew he could not cry out, and he did not have the strength to do so.
After being taken to the operating room, the cloth on his face was removed, and then he
was moved onto the bed.
"One, two, three, lift!" The medical staff who were present, except for Johann, shouted to
help Pierre onto the bed.
Johann looked at Pierre, who was pale and yellow. He was too weak.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was risky to perform surgery on him.
However, the chances of him recovering would decrease if he did not undergo surgery.
Johann probably knew that Pierre was destined to be a cripple, but he still wanted to give
it a try. There was still a one percent chance that the bones could heal.
That way, it would not be too obvious even if he was walking with a limp.
"The patient is too weak. He must be under general anesthesia. We must choose the
superior vena cava for intravenous infusion. Notify the blood bank to prepare some blood.
Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't survive this surgery," said Johann.
There were many unknown risks during the surgery.
Although bone grafting was not a difficult surgery, given the patient's extreme weakness,
anything could go wrong during the operation, making it a risky procedure.
Therefore, Johann approached the surgery with caution, despite considering it to be a
simple task.
He informed Percy of all the possible risks that could arise during the surgery, and Percy
signed the consent form.
Pierre was in a dazed state but suddenly heard Johann say that he might not make it
through the surgery...
He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound.
Johann knew he had something to say.
Even though Pierre was despicable, Johann believed that a doctor's job was to save lives.
He would not discriminate against his patients during the surgery.
"You can speak," said Johann. Pierre had not been intubated yet. He was unable to speak
at the moment because he was weak.
Pierre took a deep breath and muttered slowly, "Dr. Park, save me."
"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I'll do my best to save you," replied Johann. He promised to do
his best, but he could not promise that everything would turn out fine.
Pierre's leg would most likely be crippled. Even if he survived, it would not be considered a
complete success.
"I don't want to be a cripple. Dr. Park, please help me^" Pierre believed that Johann was
capable of doing anything. Hence, he begged him to make the surgery a successful one.
As long as Johann was serious enough, Pierre was confident that he would be able to walk
without a limp!
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