Chapter 158


    Chapter 158 I Want To Be Your Subordinate


    Doom Star had recovered from his injuries by ny percent, regaining enough strength to protect


    himself.


    Alisha approached him, observing him closely, and eximed, “Finnegan, you’re truly remarkable!”


    When Doom Star was brought back, he was covered in blood, with over a dozen gaping wounds that


    made it seem like he could die at any moment.


    However, within just two or three days, there were no longer any signs of his injuries.


    Finnegan didn’t respond to Alisha’sment.


    “Do you have any money with you? If not, do you want me to arrange some for you?” she asked.


    Doom Star shook his head.


    With a helpless smile, Finnegan said, “You’re really indifferent, Doom Star. I’ll have Ms. Wahlstrom


    arrange for someone to take you wherever you want to go.”


    Suddenly, Doom Star blurted out, “I’m not leaving!”


    Finnegan was taken aback. “Not leaving?” he thought. “Could it be that he has be attached to


    living here?”


    “I want to be your subordinate!” Doom Star dered, his words concise and clear.


    Finnegan pondered for a moment before responding, “Doom Star, saving you was merely a


    coincidence,bined with a sense of fate. There was no other intention behind it. You don’t need to


    feel obligated to follow me or repay me.”


    Doom Star remained firm. “I’ve made my decision!” he dered.


    With that, Doom Star moved to sit cross-legged under a nearby tree, tightly gripping his ck saber.


    His eyes were shut tightly, indicating that he had made up his mind and had no desire to discuss the


    matter further.


    Alisha lightly touched Finnegan’s arm and whispered, “Should I have someone forcefully remove him?”


    “Forget it,” Finnegan replied, shaking his head after a few seconds of silence. “Perhaps this is the fate


    between him and me. If he wants to stay, let him stay for now.”


    He paused before adding, “Besides, even if we gather everyone, we may not be able to force him out.


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    It’s more likely that we would be asking for trouble.”


    “Finnegan, don’t underestimate him. Is he really that impressive?”


    “Enough talk. Go get me some breakfast!”


    Meanwhile, at the private hospital where Vilmar and Matthias were killed…


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    Despite the terrible incident that urred the previous night, it had no impact on the hospital, which


    always had a steady stream of patients.


    In fact, many people were still unaware of what had happened.


    The morgue was located in the basement, where the air was cold and chilling, prating to the bone.


    Nevertheless, a crowd had gathered before the two corpses, watching as a few forensic examiners


    conducted the autopsy.


    Among the crowd were members of the Royle family and the Green family, who had rushed over from


    Bellridge overnight.


    Vilmar’s father, Jeovani, and Matthias’ father, Barrett, were present, apanied by their personnel.


    Barrett clenched his fists and his face contorted in grief and fury as he looked at his son, who had been


    shot in the head. “Mr. Royle, are we really going to ept the exnation given by the Jadeborough


    Police Department? That Mr. Vilmar and Matt got what they deserved?”


    Jeovani’s expression remained unchanged, as if the one who had died wasn’t his own son. “Let’s wait


    until


    after they finish the autopsy” he replied.


    He had arranged for another autopsy to be conducted on Vilmar and Matthias, as he refused to believe


    that they had suddenly sumbed to their animalistic instincts.


    Barrett hesitated, struggling to find the right words to say. The Green family had risen to prominence


    through the Royle family, so he didn’t dare to defy Jeovani.


    Soon, the coroners they had brought inpleted the autopsy.


    One of them stepped forward and said, “Mr. Royle, ording to our examination, the external injuries


    on Mr. Vilmar and Mr. Matthias seem severe, but they were not life-threatening. We conducted a


    chemical reaction test, and no drugs were found in either individual that could cause abnormal


    behavior. In conclusion, our examination results align with those of the Jadeborough Police


    Department. Their actions appear to be autonomous and not influenced by external factors.”


    Before the coroner could finish speaking, Barrett grabbed him by the cor and shouted, “D*mn it, do


    you think my son and Mr. Vilmar are idiots? Would they do such a thing in front of so many people at


    the hospital? Use your brain!”


    The coroner hastily exined, “Mr. Green, this is indeed what our examination results show.”


    “Let them go,” Jeovani intervened, stopping Barrett from throwing a punch.


    Reluctantly, Barrett released the coroner, and the group quickly left.


    However, Barrett couldn’t calm down. “Mr. Royle, although Mr. Vilmar and Matt like to have fun, they


    would never engage in such activities in public like this. There’s definitely something wrong.”


    Jeovani responded indifferently, “Don’t you think I know that? However, with dozens of witnesses,


    there’s no denying their guilt. There’s even surveince footage as evidence. How can we prove their


    innocence? Moreover, the Wright family has already intervened. I doubt even my father can do


    anything about this.”


    Barrett wore a bitter expression. “But…”


    Jeovani waved his hand, cutting him off. “Leave now and prepare to transport their bodies back to


    Bellridge. I’ll handle the rest personally.”


    After ncing at Matthias, Barrett nodded stiffly and left with his two b*dyguards.


    Left alone with his entourage, Jeovani nodded and asked, “How is the investigation into Finnegan


    going?”


    His trusted aide replied, “Finneganes from an ordinary teacher’s family. Five years ago, he


    offended the Chomsky family in Jadeborough and was forced to flee his hometown. When he returned


    recently, he directly confronted the Chomsky family and has been in a dominant position ever since,


    remaining unscathed even when the Chomsky family fell into decline. I personally suspect that the


    downfall of the Chomsky family isn’t as the public has been led to believe. For some unknown reason, I


    can’t find any leads rted to Finnegan. As for the deaths of Mr. Vilmar and Mr. Matthiasst night, I


    haven’t found any clues rted to him either. However, we have confirmed his rtionships with the


    Haimowitz and Miles families, as well as the Langdon and Wahlstrom families. He has cured the heads


    of these families.”


    Jeovani narrowed his eyes, his suspicion growing with each failed attempt to uncover the truth.


    “Continue investigating him and spare no expense,” he instructed.


    Pausing for a moment, he added, “As for the ck family, offer them some benefits. Let’s see if we can


    persuade Ariendel to speak. She may have valuable information.”


    “Understood!” his trusted aide replied, nodding. He signaled for two men to apany him as they


    prepared to leave.


    However, as they approached the entrance of the morgue, a tall young man, standing nearly two


    meters high, suddenly appeared.


    To their surprise, it was the same young man who had rescued Solomon from the police department


    the other night.


    The trusted aide became instantly cautious. “Who are you?”


    Jeovani nced back casually, his eyes narrowing. “Everyone, leave. Let him in.”


    The trusted aide hesitated for a moment, then nodded, motioning for the others to depart with him.


    Once they were alone, Jeovani approached the tall young man, his expression serious. “Captain


    Woulfe.”


    However, the young man seemed oblivious to Jeovani’s presence as he walked past him, heading


    straight for the bodies of Vilmar and Matthias.


    Jeovani suppressed any sign of displeasure and followed behind, showing respect by slightly bending


    his waist.


    As Brutus Woulfe nced at the lifeless bodies of Vilmar and Matthias, a cold glint appeared in his


    eyes. “Did Vilmar investigate Finnegan’s background before making his move?”


    “He did,” Jeovani confirmed.


    Furrowing his brows, Brutus continued, “It shouldn’t have been difficult to uncover Finnegan’s


    connection to the Wahlstrein family. All Vilmar needed to do was trace it through Solomon. So why did


    hee up empty-handed?”


    Even if Vilmarcked intelligence, he wouldn’t have dared to touch Finnegan once he discovered his


    rtionship with the Wahlstrom family.


    Jeovani nodded in agreement. “It is indeed strange. What’s more, Vilmar didn’t even find out about


    Finnegan’s previous conflict with Solomon.”


    Brutus sneered. “It appears someone has been covering up Finnegan’s actions. I will thoroughly


    investigate this matter. You, on the other hand, should return to Bellridge with your team.”


    As he spoke, a malicious glint shed in his eyes.


    “I want to see if anyone is trying to hinder Mr. Weatherby’s progress, specifically by using Finnegan to


    target those whom Mr. Weatherby has taken an interest in.”


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