Chapter 194 You Can't Cure Me
James knew Ray could easily overpower him, so he accepted his fate for now.
For a guy with a bunch of kids, choosing between saving an adult or a child was a no-brainer.
So, he threw Emily down the stairs and ditched the idea of saving Joseph.
When James stepped out of TranquilTea Haven, he saw a crowd gathering around Emily, who had fallen. Their faces were lit with excitement and curiosity.
People were shocked she had jumped, and many mourned the loss of such a beautiful person.
James glanced at her and caught Emily's venomous gaze, full of anger, resentment, and frustration, like she wanted to tear him apart.
James smirked and walked away; the hatred of a dead person meant nothing to him.
He had just walked a few feet when a black Audi pulled up. The door opened, and David stepped out with a friendly smile.
"James, got a minute?"
James slapped his forehead. "To treat Mr. Miller?"
David had mentioned during the last challenge against Alexander that he would ask James to treat Brandon soon, so James remembered when he saw him.
David nodded with a smile. "I'm really sorry, but Brandon's condition is getting worse, and I wouldn't bother you otherwise."
He knew James had been swamped lately and had heard about Mary, so he felt a bit guilty asking for help now.
"Mr. Miller, you're too polite." James quickly got into the car. "Saving lives is my duty, and besides, we're friends."
David was touched. "Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease."
He settled beside James and instructed the driver to head straight to Brandon's rehabilitation center.
Almost as soon as the car left, Ray appeared at the spot. Seeing the familiar license plate, he frowned even harder.
He never expected James to have the Miller family's support. The loss from last night could only be swallowed unless his master and the others came to Rosewood City someday.
"James, Ray is no ordinary guy."
On the way, David glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Ray, and said with a smile,
"Ray's not just any rich guy. He's a billionaire entrepreneur with vast connections, ruthless, and has deep ties with Maximilian."
His political tact kept him from saying the latter part, but he gave James a heads-up.
James smiled. "Who's this Maximilian?"
"Maximilian is one of the top ten hitmen." David sat up straight and informed him, "He became famous forty years ago for his fast and ruthless swordsmanship. It's said he almost never needs a second strike to kill.
"He started at sixteen, became famous at eighteen, and carried out 108 missions, with none of his targets surviving.
"At fifty, he successfully challenged the hitman ranked tenth on the hitman list, becoming one of the top ten hitmen.
"After breaking into the top ten, he rarely showed up, and there hasn't been much news about him for years.
"However, his four disciples are very active.
"They are named Archibald, Leopold, Montgomery, and Thunder, all prominent figures in the hitman world, likely ranking in the top fifty.
"It's unclear how Ray got involved with Maximilian, but he is indeed Maximilian's last disciple and has learned one of Maximilian's ultimate moves.
"Since he took a hit this time, he might go looking for Maximilian."
James looked ahead. "We'll handle it as it comes, but if Ray wants to stay alive, he'd better not try anything else. He won't get another chance."
Even though Maximilian was a big deal, James wasn't scared. In fact, he was kind of excited to see whose sword was faster.
David patted James on the shoulder. "Better safe than sorry."
James nodded. "Don't worry, Mr. Miller, I got this."
David Miller's car cruised at a leisurely pace. It wasn't until half an hour later that they arrived at the grand estate.
The mansion was perched atop a peak at about 600 feet elevation. Its name, Spring Mansion, might sound plain, but it carried significant weight for those in the know.
Spring Mansion was an old villa community with thirty-six homes, established over thirty years ago, making it older than the Smith family estate by a good seven or eight years.
So, the villas had a timeless quality, exuding a sense of history and grandeur.
Despite their age, the location was prime—just a fifteen-minute drive to the riverside park or the city center.
James squinted as he took in his surroundings. He knew this was the neighborhood where the original elite of Rosewood City resided. Any house here could belong to someone of considerable influence.
As the car passed, James recognized a few familiar faces, all people he'd seen in the news.
Though aged, their status and abilities were still top-notch.
Three minutes later, the car stopped in front of Villa No. 1, the highest and best-viewed villa in the entire estate.
The door opened, and James and David got out.
It was a spacious courtyard surrounded by bamboo groves, very picturesque.
Several armed guards stood at the entrance.
"James, this way, please."
David greeted the guards and led James into the courtyard.
The courtyard was narrow but deep. James followed David up the steps, through a stone pavilion, and past three gates before stopping.
It was a large backyard, with a five-foot-high pavilion at the end, built on a cliff, very precarious.
The mountain wind was biting.
At this moment, a person stood in the middle of the large pavilion with his hands behind his back.
He wore no jewelry, his figure was as upright as a spear, imposing and majestic like a mountain. His white hair was neatly styled on his head.
Even without seeing his face, he exuded an aura of invincibility and dominance.
Undoubtedly, this was Brandon.
James couldn't help but admire him silently. It was evident why he had once been the mayor of Rosewood City—his presence was something David and the others could not compare to.
"Father, Mr. Williams is here."
Seeing his father, David became very respectful.
James also took a step forward. "Mr. Miller, it's an honor to meet you. I'm James."
Before James could finish his sentence, Brandon's stern and deep voice came. "James, your medical skills are lacking."
James was taken aback. "My medical skills are lacking?"
David's eyelid twitched. "Father, James' medical skills are excellent."
Brandon turned around like a whirlwind and said coldly, "Being skillful is one thing, but if you don't address the root of the problem thoroughly, how effective can your skills really be?"
James stood face-to-face with the most powerful man in Rosewood City.
It was a round face that commanded respect without anger. His eyes, mouth, nose, and even his white hair exuded a powerful aura.
Though Brandon's temples were streaked with gray, he showed no signs of aging. Instead, it added to his noble, distinguished demeanor, with an air of intimidation.
At this moment, he stared at James, his voice deepening.
"You can't cure me."
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