Chapter 486


    Chapter 486 A Dark Night


    Soon, an ambnce pulled up alongside a bridge near Highway 908. The driver promptly stepped out


    of the car and opened the rear passenger door.


    As soon as they saw Norman Cooper in the backseat, the two doctors got up to greet him, “Mr.


    Cooper.” Norman removed his face mask, a weary smile tugging at his lips. “How’s the young Mr.


    Gomez doing?”


    “Don’t worry, Mr. Cooper. We’ve already helped to stabilize Mr. Gomez’s condition. He should be able


    to hold up till we reach the hospital,” one of the doctors said with a reassuring smile.


    “That’s good,” Norman muttered as he stared grimly at the young man on the stretcher.


    As it turned out, thetter was none other than Quinton Gomez, whose fight with Jonathan had left him


    severely wounded.


    The elderly Norman Cooper, on the other hand, was the owner of several chain restaurants in


    Lumonburg’s Petalgrove county.


    Even though Norman and Philip seemedpletely unrted, the truth was that they were bosom


    buddies some twenty years ago.


    After Philip had built his business from the ground up, he wanted nothing more than to rope Norman in


    to share the fruits of hisbor. However, thetter refused to have anything handed to him on a silver


    tter, so the final consensus was to have Philip loan him some cash to start a small restaurant.


    Surprisingly, Norman was quite an astute businessman and subsequently built a good reputation in


    Petalgrove.


    Later, when the Gomez family became a branch family of the Osbornes, Philip erased all traces of his


    rtionship with Norman out of fear that the Gomezes might one day get overturned.


    That way, even if their family were to get into trouble in the future, he could always depend on Norman


    to lend a helping hand.


    There was no doubt Philip was a shrewd visionary, but not even he had expected that he’d need to call


    on his old friend so soon.


    “Anyway, I’m sure Philip has already told you, but everything that has happened today must be kept


    strictly confidential,” Norman uttered as he nced at the two doctors.


    “Of course,” one of them replied. “We’ve received Mr. Gomez’s money, so you can rest assured that


    we’ll keep our lips sealed.”


    Upon hearing that, Norman gave a slight nod.


    “Good. Since Mr. Gomez’s condition has stabilized, you guys can alight here and return to Lumonburg.”


    “Mr. Cooper, are you sure we can leave now?” the second doctor asked as he stepped out of the


    ambnce with a look of confusion. “The thing is, we’re in the middle of nowhere. How will we find our


    way back?”


    “Make your way to the path by the river. We’ve prepared cars for you,” Norman instructed while


    pointing into the distance. “You’ll each get one. Take it as a bonus gift from Philip.”


    Having heard that they’d be getting cars, the first doctor jumped out excitedly from the ambnce and


    looked toward the river. “Really?”


    “Move forward a little more. You’ll see it when you’re on the bridge.”


    Even though Norman was chuckling as he spoke, he had reached his right hand toward his back and


    pulled out a gun with a silencer.


    “Where is it, Mr. Cooper? Why don’t I see any—”


    s, when one of the doctors turned to look at Norman, all he could feel was the cold barrel of a gun


    pressed against his forehead.


    “Mr. Cooper—”


    Bang!


    As a shot rang out in the dark, blood spurted from the back of the doctor’s head, staining the ground a


    deep crimson.


    “Y-You’ve murdered him! Mr. Cooper…” the other doctor stammered as he fell to his knees.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    After three consecutive shots, silence filled the air.


    With that, Norman tucked his gun away and mustered up all his strength to push the bodies into the


    river.


    Ssh!


    Ssh!


    “I’m sorry, but only the dead can keep secrets…” he muttered, huffing and puffing as he watched the


    roaring rapids below the bridge.


    When he saw the puddle of blood on the ground, Norman quickly fetched arge bottle of medical-


    grade alcohol from his car trunk while removing his shirt.


    Having bundled his shirt with severalbustible items he had prepared earlier, Norman threw it onto


    the blood puddle and doused it with alcohol.


    Then, he whipped out his lighter and set the bundle on fire, the bright orange mes instantly


    illuminating his face.


    After looking at the ID card in his hand for onest time, Norman tossed it into the fire and returned to


    his car.


    Quinton, who had removed his oxygen mask by then, choked back tears as he asked, “M-Mr. Cooper,


    my family’s done for, isn’t it?”


    Six years ago, Philip had deliberately cut off all contact with Norman, and when Quinton pressed for the


    reason, his answer had been incredibly solemn.


    “If you see Norman Cooper again, it means the Gomez family is in grave danger.”


    Norman was somewhat perplexed as he turned behind to look at Quinton. ording to my


    calctions, the amount of anesthetic used should be able to knock him out for more than twelve


    hours. And yet, he’s already awake before the three-hour mark. Is that the difference between a martial


    arts cultivator and an ordinary person?


    “Quinton, your grandfather will handle the Gomez family matters. You must remember that from now


    on, I’m Ss Leiter, your grandfather, and you’re my grandson, Ryan Leiter!”


    Meanwhile, the Gomez residence had descended into a chaotic mess as numerous servants


    scrambled to put up funeral decorations around the house.


    The living room had also be a mourning hall, and Philip and Zane stood silently at the door while


    staring at the ck-and-white photo of Quinton.


    “Have you informed the Osborne family?” Philip asked.


    “I have,” Zane replied. “Their people are already on the way here.”


    Philip nodded in response.


    “Good. I, too, want to see how strong the Osbornes are. Everyone aspires to be a respectable


    family like them, so I’m really excited to see how they’ll live up to their name!”


    At that moment, a taxi slowly pulled up outside the Gomez residence, and out came Jonathan and


    Xiara.


    As thetter looked at the man, she couldn’t help but sigh.


    When they were in the taxi earlier, Jonathan had taken a nap in the passenger seat while Xiara sat


    behind him.


    She had formted dozens of methods in her mind to kill Jonathan, but in the end, she chose not to


    take action because of a strange feeling that kept bothering her.


    For some reason, she knew that if she had made any move, she’d have been the one to lose her life!


    “Jonathan, why have you brought me to a funeral in the middle of the night? Are you trying to make me


    ufortable?” Xiara grumbled as she stared at the wreaths at the entrance.


    s, Jonathan merely ignored her and strode toward the door.


    Just then, one of the guards at the entrance stopped him in his tracks. “Who is it?”


    “I’m Jonathan Goldstein. I’m here to look for Philip Gomez.”


    “How dare you! Who gives you the right to call Old Mr. Gomez by his name—”


    Bam!


    The next second, the guard was sent crashing into the door with a painful scream.


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    “No one can stop me from going where I want to go!” Jonathan thundered before marching into the


    Gomez residence.


    Xiara, on the other hand, was bubbling with excitement.


    “Well, well, well. It looks like it’s going to be a bloody night! Who knew tagging along with Jonathan


    would be so much fun?”