“Do you know who this is? This is Boar, the boss of this area.”
The man called Boar looked fierce, with a bald head except for a tuft of hair sticking straight up from his forehead-he resembled a wild boar through and through.
“You dared to embarrass me on the train and tarnish my reputation? You think you’re some kind of big shot, huh?”
Dr. Clarkson, visibly enraged, completely lacked the composure of someone important. Instead, he resembled a petty clown throwing a tantrum.
Kayden, however, had no intention of stooping to his level. Engaging with someone like him would only be an insult to himself.
Kayden swept his gaze over the group with disdain and, in a cold and detached tone, uttered a single word: “Leave.”
The clarity and authority in his voice stunned both Dr. Clarkson and Boar.
“What did you just say?” Dr. Clarkson asked, his face twisting with anger, as though he hadn’t heard properly. He struggled to make sense of Kayden’s calm defiance in the face of their numbers.
It was as if Kayden had never faced the harsh realities of the world. Surely, someone like him deserved a beating to be taught a lesson.
“Leave,” Kayden repeated, completely unfazed. He turned and started walking away.
“Bastard!” Boar cursed, feeling his authority crumble. He couldn’t hold back his fury.
“Do you even know who I am? Acting all high and mighty in front of me!” Boar stormed forward, blocking Kayden’s path. His voice boomed as he said, “You think you’re tough, huh? Coming to Zlando without even bothering to find out who’s in charge here?”
“Have you ever heard of the Zlando 629 incident? If you haven’t, go Google it.”
“Listen carefully. If you don’t kneel down and apologize, I’ll make sure you’re begging for scraps in this train station for the rest of your life.”
Before Boar could continue his tirade, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class suddenly pulled up in front of the train station.
From the car stepped a middle-aged woman, around forty years old. While her appearance was ordinary, her elegance and grace were unmistakable-she carried herself like a woman from a wealthy family.
Her eyes immediately landed on Kayden. After a brief examination, she murmured, “Exactly like the photo. You must be Dr. Scott?”
The woman’s name was Katelyn, the daughter of Lewis Henderson. She was married to the son of the Blood Guild’s Guild Master. It was because of her recommendation that Lewis Henderson had approached Kayden.
The moment Katelyn appeared, Boar and his men froze, their expressions as if they had swallowed a mouthful of dirt.
Katelyn-the wife of the Blood Guild’s young master.
Sweat began to bead on their palms. Their earlier arrogance melted into cold dread. In the eyes of the Blood Guild, they were less than nothing.
Kayden glanced at the woman briefly, then nodded. “Yes. Are you with the Blood Guild?”
“I’m Lewis Henderson’s daughter. My name is Katelyn.”
Katelyn’s gaze shifted to Boar and his men.
That single glance was enough to make Boar’s heart plummet.
“Dr. Scott, are these men causing you trouble?” Katelyn asked.
Her driver, a towering figure radiating an intimidating presence, stepped forward. He was leagues beyond the likes of Boar-a true enforcer.
Boar shivered and quickly stammered, “No, no trouble at all! I was just here to admire Dr. Scott’s reputation and ask for medical advice.”
“You said your back hurts and you’re feeling weak, right? Now that Dr. Scott is here, why don’t you ask him to treat you?”
“That’s enough.” Kayden’s voice cut through their babbling like a knife. He turned to Katelyn and said, “They’re just trash. Let’s not waste time. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for a response, Kayden climbed into the Mercedes.
Katelyn shot Boar and his men a cold look before getting into the car herself.
As the G-Class disappeared into the distance, Boar slumped like a punctured balloon, exhaling heavily.
Dr. Clarkson, still clueless, muttered, “Boar, why did you let him go? What’s so impressive about that woman? So what if she’s driving a fancy G-Class?”
Smack!
Boar didn’t bother replying. He slapped Dr. Clarkson hard across the face.
“So what if she’s driving a G-Class?” Boar snarled, glaring at him. “Do you even know who that woman is? Do you have any idea what the Blood Guild is?”
Dr. Clarkson, oblivious to the world of power and danger, simply stared back in confusion.
Seeing his blank face, Boar sneered. “You wouldn’t understand even if I explained. But thanks to you, I’ve offended the Blood Guild. My life is ruined.”
“And before my life is over, I’m going to make sure you regret this.”
With that, Boar gestured to his men. “Get him!”
A flurry of punches and kicks rained down on Dr. Clarkson. Once they were done, Boar and his crew left without a second glance.
Dr. Clarkson lay on the ground, seething. He had paid Boar ten thousand dollars to deal with Kayden, only for them to take his money and beat him up instead.
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Meanwhile, inside the Mercedes G-Class…
Katelyn glanced at Kayden and said, “Dr. Scott, I’m not sure how skilled you are, but many doctors have tried and failed to treat my father-in-law. His condition is far from ordinary.”
Her tone betrayed her skepticism, especially as she noted how young Kayden seemed.
Kayden turned to her and asked, “You doubt me?”
Katelyn didn’t deny it. She nodded and said, “To be honest, yes. Many renowned doctors have come to see him, only to leave in disgrace. The more confident they were upon arrival, the more humiliated they were when they left. This illness is no simple matter.”
“Tell me the symptoms,” Kayden said.
Katelyn hesitated, her voice faltering as she began to explain Mark Beveridge’s condition.
Recently, Mark had fallen ill with a strange affliction. Every night as he slept, he would start speaking in his dreams-words no one could understand, not even himself.
In his dreams, he would see nine snakes slithering into his home.
The snakes would lift their heads, staring at him as if trying to communicate.
Whenever they flicked their tongues, strange words would spill from his lips.