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Chapter 113: 106 Lord Fengxiang (6200)_1

Resting on the recliner for a while.

The faint sll of alcohol perated the hospital air.

“The Sand Dust Organization went to such great lengths today, with more than a dozen assassins, four cars, and even a light machine gun…” Matthew wiped his face and shook his head in self-mockery: “They really think highly of …”

Reflecting on the earlier assassination attempt, he still felt shaken.

During the hail of bullets, if even one bullet had hit a vital point, Matthew would have been killed on the spot.

He’s just an ordinary person, not a boxer like Casio whose body exceeds human limits, nor even an assassin like Violet who has had so combat training. Facing a full-scale assassination like this, he was naturally terrified.

“The Sand Dust Organization is not just targeting Kanon Corporation, they are actually targeting us…” Violet said: “According to internal intelligence, the Sand Dust Organization is active in all eight cities of North Flow Country and has assassinated and provoked many organizations including the Black Spade Organization on several occasions. They seem to be antagonizing the entire underground forces of North Flow Country. I don’t know where they get the courage… What happened today is just one of the provocations…”

Then, Violet began to speak, inadvertently revealing so recent secretive events. It seed like Casio was reading the newspaper, but in reality, his attention had been drawn. The events Violet ntioned began to align with the nurous fatal explosion cases reported by the North Flow Country newspapers, it turns out it was all the doing of Sand Dust Organization.

Half an hour later, Casio put down the newspaper and asked.

“How long are we supposed to wait here?”

“As soon as we got here, I inford my father. He should be arriving soon.” Matthew glanced at his watch.

The ti was 13:02.

“I have also inford my boss, White Bird. He should arrive with Mr. Jason soon.” Violet whispered nearby.

Over the past half-hour, she had occasionally glanced at Casio out of the corner of her eye. Casio, with his keen perception, noticed her gaze, but he chose not to actively confront her.

Violet was always watching him, not for mundane reasons like his handso looks, but with a hint of scrutiny. It seems like she was waiting for sothing.

Finally, another ten minutes passed.

Around one twenty in the afternoon.

Hurried footsteps echoed from the hospital stairs.

A burly middle-aged man in a white shirt and brown waistcoat walked up, his teak-colored beard coarse and his ticulously trimd hair slightly disheveled. He imdiately spotted the three seated on the recliners and hurried over. “Is my son okay?!” Casio subtly stepped back to make room.

“Injured his head?!”

Jason saw the bandage on Matthew’s forehead and frowned.

“Skin trauma, not from a bullet, but from a small cut caused by shattered glass. The doctor has already disinfected and bandaged it. They said a half-month’s rest should heal it without even leaving a scar.”

Fearing his father would worry about him, Matthew quickly stood up from the recliner and turned a full circle to show his sound body. The Hudson family was not a centuries-old wealthy rchant family; Jason had only amassed his wealth in the past ten to twenty years. Matthew had experienced hardships during his childhood.

As a family that had stumbled and struggled together, the father-son relationship was deep and unlike those clichéd lodramatic scenarios of ‘kind fathers and filial sons’. Down the hallway, the father and son hugged tightly.

Jason’s concerns were due to the sights he had witnessed on the riverside highway. Bodies tattered and torn, twisted remnants of cars, and scattered bullet marks.

All these testified to the intensity of the battle that had taken place.

Even with Violet, the skilled assassin sent by the Black Spade Organization, it was difficult to entirely ensure Matthew’s safety.

He might have survived but potentially with the loss of limbs.

Jason arrived prepared for the worst, but to his relief, his son seed well except for a minor skin injury.

He was relieved and could not help but turn his gaze to Violet: “Thank you, Miss Violet, for your generous help!”

“Thankfully, Black Spade sent soone to protect my son, otherwise…”

Suddenly a cold voice interrupted Jason’s words.

“Sorry, Mr. Jason. The truth is, the one who truly protected your son this ti was Mr. Li Wei,” Violet shook her head as she looked at Casio beside her. “Mr. Li Wei is far stronger than . If not for him, both Matthew and I might have perished in the attack from the Sand Dust Organization…”

Violet promptly recited the events that had transpired earlier. There were no embellishnts, just the unvarnished truth.

As Jason listened, his eyes grew wider and wider. His gaze constantly shifted between Casio and Violet, the shock in his eyes increasingly evident.

“Withstood bullets! Light machine gun bullets at that! Is he even human?” Only then did Jason notice the few band-aids on Casio’s body, two on the arm and one on the palm. The one on the palm was where Casio had caught a bullet aiming for Matthew’s temple as Violet had just ntioned. It was simply unbelievable…

And those cars, with tal fras disintegrated and doors and bodies twisted. They were ruined by Casio’s punches?

This wasn’t human, it was more like a human-shaped tank!

Jason, while shocked, felt relieved. Casio was Matthew’s friend, he was on their side. With friends like this, the stronger, the freakishly freakier, the better. Like Casio who had easily counter-killed the attackers.