“No other way.” Mr. Foster said, “Young Master Eric Bolton must witness this scene. For our The Foster Family to have developed to this point, we need a powerful backer. Young Master Eric Bolton is the best son-in-law our family could ever hope for. Making him happy is the most important thing. As for our family’s reputation, it doesn’t matter.”

“Mm.” Yvonne Foster responded.

“Besides, Chad Sullivan is nothing but a simpleton. He won’t say a word when he gets back.” Mr. Foster said, “Of course, if he dares to say anything, his parents and family might suffer for it.”

Yvonne Foster frowned again. She felt her father shouldn’t have said such things.

……

The night was silent, the moonlight bright yet hazy. Chad Sullivan hurried home through the night, accompanied by the constant chirping of insects.

After walking about ten miles, several figures suddenly blocked his path. Five armed warriors surrounded him—three in front, two behind.

This was a desolate wilderness, with no sign of people.

“Young Master Sullivan, come with us.”

A strip of cloth was immediately tied around his mouth, preventing him from making a sound, and another cloth was used to blindfold him.

Then, the five men led Chad Sullivan through the dense forest, winding this way and that for about fifteen minutes.

After a while, Chad Sullivan was brought to a stop at a certain place.

Someone removed the blindfold from Chad Sullivan’s eyes. It was a chaotic graveyard.

There were eight people in total, all holding knives.

Four of them were digging a pit—a long, deep pit.

“Boss, the pit is ready.”

“Do it!” a hoarse voice commanded, “Put Young Master Sullivan in the pit, then fill it up and bury him. Afterwards, remember to light candles and offer incense, so Young Master Sullivan doesn’t leave too miserably.”

They were going to bury Chad Sullivan alive!

Several men stepped forward, ready to kill him in the pit!

How could a handsome man like Chad Sullivan possibly stand a chance against these nine burly outlaws? He was clearly doomed!

“Wait!” Chad Sullivan shouted coldly, “Boss Grant, your days are numbered!”

……

Chapter 6: This Doesn’t Fit the Script

But because Chad Sullivan’s mouth was gagged, he couldn’t shout, only making muffled noises. The others couldn’t make out what he was saying and didn’t care at all.

So, Chad Sullivan stared intently at the leader.

This man was about thirty-something, with two scars on his face, a cold expression, cruel eyes, and wore soft armor.

Chad Sullivan recognized this vicious man, having seen him several times before.

His name was Samuel Grant, a notorious underworld boss within a hundred miles, commanding over a hundred desperadoes. He ran gambling dens, brothels, and pawnshops, was ruthless and vicious, and no one knew how many people he had killed.

He also had another official identity: the leader of the militia in Xuanwu City.

The men began to push Chad Sullivan into the pit and started shoveling dirt over him.

An ordinary person would have been crying and screaming, even soiling themselves, but Chad Sullivan remained calm. At first, he stared at Samuel Grant’s face, then looked him up and down, his gaze extremely strange.

He was using X-ray vision. That kind of look sent chills down people’s spines.

Samuel Grant finally couldn’t contain his curiosity and raised his hand. Instantly, his four subordinates stopped shoveling.

Samuel Grant walked up to Chad Sullivan, tore the cloth from his mouth, and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Chad Sullivan said, “There’s a needle inside your body. If you don’t get it out, your life is in danger.”

He wasn’t lying. Samuel Grant did indeed have a needle inside his body—a very, very fine silver needle, currently lodged in his lung. If not for his X-ray vision, it would have been impossible to see.

Hearing Chad Sullivan’s words, Samuel Grant was shocked.

Chad Sullivan continued, “That needle is currently in a major vessel in your lung. It will move with your blood flow. If you don’t remove it, once it enters your brain, you’ll die.”

Samuel Grant was even more shocked, incredulous. “How do you know?”

This was a secret, one even Samuel Grant’s wife didn’t know. Yet this brainless pretty boy in front of him knew—it was just too strange.

This was uncanny!

Chad Sullivan said, “I can help you remove it.”

Samuel Grant stared at Chad Sullivan for a long time and said, “They say you’re an idiot, but you don’t seem like one.”

Chad Sullivan said, “That fine needle must be removed, or you will definitely die. Only I can help you.”

“But the condition is that I spare your life, right?” Samuel Grant said. “Don’t you want to know who sent me to kill you?”

Chad Sullivan shook his head. “I already know without asking.”

Samuel Grant narrowed his eyes. “You’re definitely not a fool!”

Then he shook his head. “But I’m very sorry, I can’t agree to your terms.”

Chad Sullivan’s eyes narrowed. He had thought this deal was solid. Even if someone paid Samuel Grant to kill him, money couldn’t be more important than life. Chad Sullivan could save Samuel Grant’s life—there was no reason for him to refuse, no reason not to let Chad Sullivan go.

That could only mean one thing.

Samuel Grant couldn’t remove the silver needle from his body, because the person who put it there was someone he couldn’t defy.

There was a story behind this.

But that made things troublesome. If the other party couldn’t remove the needle, then Chad Sullivan’s amazing medical skills were useless, and the deal couldn’t be made.

Samuel Grant said, “Your younger brother owes us a debt.”