Almost 20 ck SUVs rushed over.


    Ivan had sent arge group to capture Hugh and his gang, who were surrounded seamlessly.


    Turning around, Ivan peered out the hall, his eyes icy.


    The ck SUVs were pulled over quickly.


    Hugh peered out of the window, his jaw cking. He had been shocked earlier, but much to his surprise, more vehicles were parked.


    He realized Ivan was indeed serious and used considerable force this time.


    When he was pushed out, he looked miserable.


    While struggling for his life earlier, his clothes were torn, a big hole exposing his skin.


    His gangsters had wet their pants. Hugh looked around whileughing. “It’s indeed a great honor. You even didn’t use so many people to capture Leslie Eastwood, did you?”


    “Move!” a man snapped at him coldly and pushed him towards Ivan.


    Hugh staggered forward.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    “Slow down! I can walk myself,” Hugh red back at him and roared.


    Ivan’s men gripped him tightly, almost breaking his arms.


    Ivan watched him nearby, his eyes full of anger. If it weren’t for Hugh, Tristan wouldn’t have any chance to save Jennifer. Hugh even nned to do something to his twins.


    Ivan snorted.


    “Release him,” he said tly, watching Hugh be pushed over.


    His men let go of Hugh.


    Finnley and others got down the cars, following Ivan.


    “Mr. Marsh, how many people have you sent to capture me?”


    Hugh scanned around and burst intoughter. “Just for a crystal. You made it like a battle to capture a drug smuggler. Too exaggerating.”


    His cheeky smile riled up Ivan.


    He threw a punch at Hugh’s chest.


    Off guard, Hugh flinched in pain and almost burst into a cry.


    Before he kept his bnce, Ivan kicked his chest again.


    Compared to hisbating skills, Hugh was toome. In a few seconds, Hugh failed to defend himself.


    However, Ivan still didn’t intend to stop.


    In anger, his every punch and kick was full of strength. Evidently, he was a professional fighter.


    Shortly after, Hughy prone on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth. He groaned in pain, feeling dizzy.


    “Mr. Marsh…” Ivan’s man passed a wet tissue to Ivan, feeling sorry, as Ivan’s knuckles had reddened and swollen up.


    Ivan took the tissue over and wiped his fingers. “Send him to the police.”


    “OK.”


    Ivan turned away and sat in his Lamborghini. Soon, the car roared away.


    While speeding up the car, Ivan felt his head was about to explode.


    The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He still hadn’t vented his anger by beating Hugh up.


    Meanwhile. The hospital.


    The wound on Tristan’s arm was deep. The doctor said, “The patient needs a blood transfusion, mister.”


    “Use my blood,” Zack blurted out, rolling up his sleeves anxiously.


    Jennifer asked, “Does your blood type match, Dad?”


    “Yes, it does.”


    “Use my blood, then.” Jennifer also rolled up her sleeves and said to the doctor affirmatively, “Doc, my blood type is the same as my father’s. I had a health check earlier. I’m healthy.”


    “OK. Please follow me.”


    “Michelle…”


    “Please, Dad,” Jennifer said as a doctor, “You are old, so I can’t let you transfuse the blood. I’m young and healthy. No worries.”


    Then she followed the doctor into the operating room.


    Shortly after, Ivan walked out of the elevator, heading towards the operating room with mixed feelings.


    In the elevator, he wondered why he went to the hospital.


    After the elevator doors slid open, he strode out.


    Seeing Zack standing at the door of the operating room, he quickened his pace. “Where’s Jennie, Dad?”


    “In the operating room.” Zack gazed at the scene inside the room from the ss window, feeling too worried to spare a nce at his son-inw.


    “Was she injured?” Ivan asked anxiously, following his gaze.


    Then he saw his wife was transfusing her blood to Tristan.