“Explain in detail!”
Flynn urged.
“It’s hard to explain over the phone. I’m at the Crimson Star Hotel. Can you come over?”
“Alright!” Flynn agreed immediately.
After hanging up, he went straight to Scarlet to explain the situation.
“Then you should go quickly!” Scarlet urged.
“Sorry, I promised we would spend the morning together, and in the afternoon, I still have to accompany Rose to the Dragon Creek Society…” Flynn said awkwardly.
Scarlet waved her hand and smiled, “Orco Real Estate still has documents to process. Once Miss George finishes her lap, we also need to get back to work.”
“Go ahead!”
Flynn said no more and took a taxi to the Crimson Star Hotel.
“Master!”
Nathan was already waiting at the entrance. Seeing Flynn arrive, he immediately led him into a luxurious suite.
“Master, I feel a bit airsick and couldn’t come down to greet you. Please forgive me!” Mr. Price Roman apologized slightly.
Flynn waved his hand, “You’re already eighty. Don’t call me master anymore; it makes me uncomfortable.”
“And I only taught you two sets of acupuncture techniques; there’s no need for so much formality!”
“Nathan too, don’t call me grandmaster anymore. It’s awkward, as if I’m some old geezer.”
“Quickly tell me what’s going on!”
Roman said, “Alright! From now on, I’ll call you Mr. Clark.”
“The biology Ph. D. is named Isaac Smith and was escorted into the country by a mercenary team.”
“Reliable sources say the mercenaries are from The Pantheon, each with considerable strength.”
He then took out a tablet: “They entered from West Haralu, killed the snakehead who smuggled them in along with all his men.”
“Afterward, they burned down the snakehead’s base.”
“However, a forest ranger discovered their actions and took photos.”
“He also overheard words like Shipmeda and Pelens in their conversation.”
“We suspect their destination is Pelens.”
Flynn took the tablet.
The photos were clear, enhanced by the National Security Bureau.
“These mercenaries are something,” Flynn remarked.
The people in the photos wore military green special forces uniforms with fierce looks and standard gun-holding postures.
They must have been in the army.
“That’s Isaac, right?” Flynn pointed at a man in a white suit.
The man wore sunglasses and had an octagonal beard, with scars faintly visible on his neck.
He was holding a black suitcase.
“Yes, that’s Isaac, a world-wanted criminal born near the Alpina Mountains.”
Flynn nodded: “There are two Asian faces, five white people, and three black people.”
“They have strong anti-reconnaissance abilities. After entering Ostrad’s interior, they should have hidden themselves.”
Roman said: “Mr. Clark is right. Our people have already gone to Pelens to investigate secretly.”
“But Pelens has a population of over ten million; finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
“I suspect they are related to the forces behind King of Poison, which is also connected to your mother.”
“So I thought it necessary to inform you.”
Flynn nodded: “You want me to deal with their strongmen, right?”
“I agree!”
Anyone who could gather hundreds of Grandmasters must be terrifyingly powerful. The National Security Bureau might not be able to handle it and wanted Flynn’s help.
He understood this.
“Great! Nathan will follow up on this matter and notify you immediately if any clues are found,” Roman smiled slightly.
His face showed little joy.
Flynn would definitely agree to help investigate his mother’s matter.
Nathan let out a sigh of relief.
He already knew Flynn’s true identity-a godlike existence.
If King of the Underworld was involved, things would go much smoother.
At that moment, the hotel manager came in with food and drink.
“Mr. Clark, Master, I’ve prepared some food and drink for you,” Nathan said as he invited the manager to set the table before leaving the suite.
As Flynn ate noodles, he said to Roman:
“You are getting old; in such matters in the future, just make a phone call. There’s no need to come personally.”
Roman coughed lightly and explained:
“I didn’t come just for this matter.”
“I’m already eighty-six years old; I’ve done many things in my life without regret.”
“I want to take half a year to visit old friends everywhere.”
“After that, I won’t come out again.”
“I’ll spend my remaining years peacefully until it’s time for me to go.”
Roman spoke lightly but with every word filled with sadness.
Even though his medical skills were extraordinary, he couldn’t escape birth, aging, sickness, and death.
No one can defy old age!
This topic was too heavy; Flynn didn’t want to talk more about it and continued eating his noodles quietly.
After a while, Nathan came back in and said:
“Master, members of the Sheppard family from Pelens checked into Crimson Star Hotel this morning. They heard you were here and wanted to meet you.”
“The Sheppard family?” Roman was surprised but then said: “The richest family in Pelens?”
“Let them wait for a moment.”
Flynn continued eating without looking up: “Mr. Price doesn’t need my approval; since you’re airsick, meet them quickly and then rest.”
Roman nodded and smiled: “Alright! Let them come in then.”
“Sigh, meeting them is good too; it leaves some goodwill for future generations.”
He got up and took a few steps forward to greet them.
Nathan nodded towards the door.
A middle-aged man helped an Old Mrs. Wilcox walk in.
The man had a square face with broad jaws and full cheeks like swallows’ jowls-an aura of authority emanated from him.
This appearance was clearly one of great wealth.
“They say Mr. Price looks youthful despite his age; seeing him today proves it true-a living deity,” Mrs. Sheppard first spoke with eyes full of smiles.
The man accompanied her smile and said:
“My mother insisted on meeting you upon hearing you were here. If we’ve disturbed you at all, please forgive us!”
From entering until reaching the living room, they kept their backs bent lowly.
Their posture was extremely humble; they spoke softly to show respect for Mr. Price.
Was it exaggerated?
Not at all!
Even though the Sheppard family was Pelens’ wealthiest household worth billions second only in Shipmeda State-they had no standing equal footing with Mr. Price!
Mr. Price was Dean of Eahta Medical University,
A recipient of national subsidies,
An academician at Life Sciences Academy,
Known as a miracle doctor capable of reviving dead flesh,
A guest among many powerful families,
Any one title could make people bow down!
Even being Pelens’ richest family worth billions-they had bow before Mr. Price!
Mr. Price kindly smiled: “Old Mrs. Wilcox flatters me-I didn’t expect meet two today either.”
Mrs. Sheppard truthfully revealed:
“Not hiding anything, Mister Price-a few days ago met young doctor Niarak who cured my leg through massage.”
“My son Bobby insisted coming Niarak thank young doctor after hearing about this.”
At this point, Mrs. Sheppard turned towards Nathan smilingly:
“Mr. Fletcher-you’ve stayed long time Niarak-could help find him?”
“The young doctor’s name Flynn-is son-in-law Kaur family Niarak…”