Chapter 143 Oliver's Clever Plan

With that, Pantherman took off right away.

It was obvious he couldn't stick around under Donald's command anymore and was planning to move to another city to keep his career going.

Donald knew how tough Pantherman was, so he didn't dare to stop him and just let him go.

After Eric and Wolfman left the underground fight club, they headed straight to the hospital.

Sharkman's situation was really weighing on their minds.

Even though Eric knew Sharkman had slim chances of making it, he still clung to a bit of hope.

He hadn't known Sharkman for long, but he had promised to get him out of the underground fights and give him a new life. Plus, Sharkman had stepped in for him and ended up in this mess.

Outside the emergency room, Eric and Wolfman waited anxiously.

After four hours of surgery, the doctor finally came out.

"Doc, how is he?" Eric jumped up and asked.

The doctor shook his head. "We saved his life, but his brain took a serious hit. When he wakes up, it's up to luck, and even if he does, we don't know what shape he'll be in."

Eric couldn't tell if this was good news or bad news, as Sharkman was saved but now in a vegetative state.

"Eric, at least there's hope." Wolfman tried to comfort him.

"You're right." Eric nodded.

Then, he looked at a middle-aged guy standing nearby, who was sent by the underground fight club since Sharkman was one of their fighters.

"Sharkman is still your guy. What do you plan to do with him?" Eric asked.

"Mr. Phillips, we won't take care of Sharkman anymore. If you want to, we'll sell him to you for a low price of ten million dollars," the guy said.

He had just heard that Sharkman was a vegetable. If he kept Sharkman, he'd have to cover the daily hospital costs.

And given Sharkman's condition, even if he woke up, he wouldn't be useful. The underground fight club didn't want to keep a useless person. If someone else took over, it would be better, and they could make some money in the process.

"Alright, ten million dollars. I'll buy his freedom and take care of him," Eric agreed right away.

He transferred ten million dollars to the underground fight club and then arranged for Sharkman to be placed in a special care ward with the best caregivers.

The expenses for this might be high for an ordinary person, but for Eric, it was nothing.

In Sharkman's condition, any other employer would definitely dump him, but Eric would never do that. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to respect himself!

Just as Eric finished paying the fees and walked to the hospital entrance, a figure blocked his way.

Eric looked closely and saw it was Oliver.

"Why are you blocking my way?" He glared at him coldly.

"Mr. Hall has prepared five hundred million dollars, and he's in the hospital right now. He wants to hand it over to you personally," Oliver said.

"Is he so kind? Ready to give me money so quickly? Meeting him won't be a trap, will it?" Eric sneered.

Would Donald be so eager to give him money?

Eric didn't buy it and got more cautious.

"How could it be a trap? Mr. Hall just wants to hand over the money to you in person," Oliver said.

"Eric, don't be afraid. I'll come with you!" Wolfman said.

Eric nodded and then said, "Alright, I'll go see him with you!"

Under Oliver's lead, they arrived at a special care ward.

Donald was sitting on the hospital bed, his left arm bandaged, and there were more than a dozen bodyguards in black in the room.

"Donald, I heard you want to hand over five hundred million dollars to me in person. Hurry up, I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you," Eric said as he walked up to Donald's bed.

Donald suppressed his anger and said, "I have the money ready, but it's not for free. I have one condition. If you want the five hundred million dollars, give me back my arm."

"So, you're thinking about your arm," Eric sneered, catching on that Donald wanted it back to reattach.

He continued, "That five hundred million dollars was what you lost to me. You have to give it to me, no strings attached. You don't get to make demands."

"But the money's with me. If you want it, you'll have to give me my arm!" Donald shot back.

"Fine, then I don't want the money. I don't need it anyway, and you'll never get your arm back! Goodbye!" Eric said, turning to leave.

"Stop!" Several bodyguards blocked Eric and Wolfman.

Eric turned around and saw Donald holding a handgun with a silencer, aimed right at him.

"Donald, again? I told you last time, if you have the guts, shoot. This is a public place, and if you kill me, Sean will trace it back to you, and you'll be done!" Eric said coldly.

"You're right, I don't dare to kill you openly, but I can kill him!" Donald grinned wickedly and pointed the gun at Wolfman.

"Either give me my arm, or I'll shoot him! I promise, if you push me, I'll do it!" he threatened.

"Go ahead, shoot!" Eric said, stepping in front of Wolfman, shielding him.

Now, if Donald fired, he could only hit Eric, not Wolfman.

Donald's face twitched with frustration.

"Donald, it's fine if you don't give me the five hundred million dollars, but I'll make sure everyone in Silverbrook knows that you're a sore loser!" Eric said coldly.

Donald's face darkened. "Wolfman, let's back out together!" Eric shielded Wolfman as they backed out.

Two bodyguards tried to stop them, but Wolfman knocked them out with two punches. The other bodyguards in the room didn't dare to intervene.

Just like that, Eric and Wolfman exited the room.

Donald still didn't dare to shoot.

Downstairs at the hospital, Wolfman said with a bitter smile, "Eric, I didn't expect you to protect me this time."

Eric laughed.

"But Eric, even if he dared to shoot, I wouldn't be afraid. That kind of handgun might hurt me, but it wouldn't threaten my life," Wolfman said.

For him, even if Donald recklessly shot at Eric, he would definitely rush in to take the bullet for Eric.

"Donald must be itching to kill us. No matter what, we need to be cautious in the coming days and guard against Donald's schemes," Eric said.

"Absolutely!" Wolfman nodded.

As for Donald's arm, Eric had Wolfman feed it to the dogs. He would never let him reattach that arm.

At the same time, Eric called Cooper. First, to warn him to be vigilant against any tricks from Donald, and second, to spread the word that Donald had lost a bet but refused to pay up, to tarnish Donald's reputation. Third, he asked Cooper to find a way, at any cost, to buy off some executives in Horizon Group. He needed to find a way to bankrupt Donald.

The next day, in the hospital, Oliver reported to Donald, "Mr. Hall, rumors are spreading everywhere that you didn't honor your bet and refused to pay the five hundred million dollars you lost to the chairman of the Power Group."

"Bastard!" Donald grabbed a teacup from the bedside table and smashed it on the ground, his face twitching with rage.

He recalled the numerous times he had suffered at Eric's hands, and he was helpless to do anything about it.

Now, he had even lost his left hand!

"Oliver, you introduced Pantherman, and he messed things up. You must come up with an effective plan to deal with Eric. If you can't, I'll kill you!" he said viciously.

Donald now wanted nothing more than to tear Eric to pieces!

"Mr. Hall, I actually have a plan! And it's a good one!" Oliver said with a smile.

Then, he leaned in close to Donald's ear and whispered, "We can hire assassins. If they are killed by assassins, we can completely disassociate ourselves from it."

"Assassins? But Wolfman is very strong!" Donald questioned.

"Mr. Hall, we can hire snipers. If we use a sniper to take out Eric from a distance, no matter how strong Wolfman is, it won't matter! Both he and Wolfman will die!" Oliver said with a smile.