Chapter 127 - Life On The Line

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Chadwick walked over and crouched down, the steel pipe clanking to the ground.

“Out of everyone you could mess with…

“How dare you mess with me?

“Keep your eyes peeled in the next life!

“Boys, throw him off the building and make it looks like he’s committed suicide.” Chadwick looked at Clarence unsympathetically.

Several of his lackeys gathered together. “Brother Miller, what about that woman?”

Chadwick curled his lips. “Throw them both off the building and let them die together.”

“Yes.”

The lackeys nodded and grabbed Clarence’s arms and legs.

Clarence’s eyes were red.

He knew Miranda would die with him if he did not fight back now. He jumped up and hit Chadwick in the stomach.

“Ouch!” screamed Chadwick as he took a dozen steps back and did a big somersault.

“Brother Miller.” The lackeys rushed forward. Some went to help Chadwick, while others lunged at Clarence.

Clarence was suffering from severe shoulder and head pain after being hit several times by Chadwick’s steel pipe, but he still fought back hard.

He raised his hand and closed it into a fist, punching the acupoint in Chadwick’s genitals.

Bullseye.

The lackeys could no longer fight.

Chadwick was furious. “F*ck! How dare you fight back?

“I’ll have someone throw your woman off if you move again.”

One of Chadwick’s lackeys rushed to the crane, looking like he was ready to untie Miranda’s rope anytime.

Clarence stiffened and gritted his teeth as he stood in place.

Chadwick sneered, lunged forward, and put his foot to Clarence’s chest. “How dare you fight back?”

Thump… “Aren’t you tough?”

Thump… “You hit me back?”

Thump… “Fight back, then.”

Thump… “Loser! I’ll throw off your woman if you dare move!”

Chadwick kicked Clarence a dozen times in the chest.

Clarence felt his internal organs burning up. Blood gushed from his mouth as Chadwick’s kicks broke his ribs.

Clang…

A steel pipe struck Clarence’s head and knocked him to the ground.

“Loser! Get down on your knees and crawl!” barked Chadwick.

Clarence lay prone on the ground as blood poured out of his head, blinding his eyes.

Clarence’s hand was in the air, grabbing at Miranda. “Miranda… I’m sorry…”

“Huh, so you’re still a bit of a lovebug.” Chadwick grinned. The steel pipe fell on Clarence’s arm.

Crack…

Clarence’s arm dropped.

“Don’t worry. I’ll send her to see you once you die.

“You won’t die alone.”

Chadwick got up and grabbed the steel pipe with both hands. He aimed at Clarence’s head with a golfing pose, preparing to finish him off with one last strike.

“Stop!” Suddenly, there was a loud cry. Julian, Gunther, and the others rushed to the rooftop just in time to see Chadwick preparing to kill Clarence. Gunther pulled out a dagger and threw it at Chadwick.

It was just like Paranza Corta.

Poof.

“Ahh…!” There was a scream.

The dagger plunged into Chadwick’s arm, and the steel pipe fell to the ground.

“Mr. Julian!”

Chadwick looked horrified. “What are you doing here?”

Chadwick would have never dreamed that Julian—the vice president of the Martial Arts Association Mediterranean City’s branch—would show up here.

“Hmph. Chadwick, how dare you touch my sworn brother?” Looking grim, Julian came closer with his men.

“Get them, dead or alive!”

Chadwick’s expression immediately changed, and he shouted, “Run!”

He turned and headed for another exit.

Himmel Tower was enormous, and it had more than a dozen staircases. Julian and his men had come in such a hurry that they had not managed to cover all of the stairways.

“Are you trying to escape?

“Chase them!” Julian roared and led a group of men after Chadwick.

Gunther picked Clarence up and ran downstairs to get him to the hospital.

The entire rooftop was now empty, except for Miranda.

It was only then that William arrived to come after Clarence. “Clarence, where the f*ck are you? Get the f*ck out of here.”

The rooftop was empty.

There was no one there.

William was about to leave when he incidentally caught sight of Miranda hanging from the crane. “Miranda? What are you doing here?”

William quickly stepped forward and lowered Miranda from the crane.

“Miranda, what happened to you? Are you alright?”

William pinched Miranda’s philtrum.

Miranda vaguely sensed someone calling her name.

She opened her eyes and took a look.

Then, she discovered that it was not Clarence who had saved her but William.

“William… It’s you…”

Miranda’s eyes were filled with a mixture of joy at being rescued, as well as disappointment that it was not Clarence who had saved her.

She blacked out and fainted again.

At 8 PM, Julian and Gunther were waiting outside Mediterranean City Champion Hospital’s intensive care unit, looking anxious.

Jeremy, the newly-recovered Cecilia, Johnson, and the others were also impatiently waiting outside after having learned the news.

An hour later, several doctors in white coats walked out of the ward. The group immediately rushed forward. “How’s he doing, Doctor?”

A doctor in a white coat shook his head gravely. “He’s suffering from an intracranial hemorrhage, an arachnoid rupture, and brain tissue damage.

“As well as broken shoulder blades and a dozen broken ribs in the chest.

“Combined with a comminuted fracture of the forearm and multiple soft tissue contusions, it’s a miracle he’s still alive!

“We’ve done our best. It’s up to him whether he can survive now.

“Let’s just say the chances of survival are very low, only 10%.”

The crowd’s expressions instantly turned grim.

10% was too low. The average cancer patient had a 20 to 30% chance of survival.

Clarence only had a 10% chance, so they could imagine how dangerous of a state Clarence was in right now.

Cecilia’s eyes were red. “Let me see him.”

She was about to rush into the ward as she spoke.

That doctor in a white coat stopped Cecilia. “The patient needs rest. You’ll only harm him by rushing in like this.”

Cecilia stood in front of the ward and looked at Clarence through the glass. She bit her red lip and cried silently.

Jeremy prayed, “Brother Howard, you’ll get better.

“Whatever god or deity there is, I’ll do good deeds and praise you every day, as long as Brother Howard recovers.”

Johnson looked anxiously at Clarence, who was inside the ward. “Master Howard, you must survive.

“You’re so good at medicine, and you’re going to save countless people. You can’t die.

“I, Old Golding, don’t have any friends, except you.”

Julian grimly pulled out his phone and made a phone call. “Hello? I want the best doctor in the country. Get them to come here, no matter how much it costs!”

Clarence had helped him repair his meridians and had restored his internal energy, giving Johnson a second chance at life.

If not for Clarence, it would not have been long before Julian would need to step down as the vice president of the Martial Arts Association.

As a martial artist, Julian valued this friendship above all else.

After a dozen phone calls, Julian shook his head. “You guys should go home first. I’ll have someone look after Brother Howard.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I learn anything.”

Everyone left one after the other, knowing there was nothing they could help with by staying there. All they could do was to go home and wait.

After everyone left, a green glow slowly emanated from the necklace with a cross around Clarence’s neck. It melted into his body….