Classic Novel
Chapter 158
Chapter 158
Chapter 158 I Want To Become Your Subordinate
Doom Star had recovered from his injuries by ninety percent, regaining enough strength to protect
himself.
Alisha approached him, observing him closely, and exclaimed, “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’s comment.
“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 become attached to
living here?”
“I want to become your subordinate!” Doom Star declared, his words concise and clear.
Finnegan pondered for a moment before responding, “Doom Star, saving you was merely a
coincidence, combined 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 declared.
With that, Doom Star moved to sit cross-legged under a nearby tree, tightly gripping his black 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.
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 occurred 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, penetrating 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, accompanied 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 accept the explanation 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 succumbed 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 in completed the autopsy.
One of them stepped forward and said, “Mr. Royle, according 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 collar 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 explained, “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 surveillance 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 glancing 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, “Finnegan comes 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 Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
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 related to Finnegan. As for the deaths of Mr. Vilmar and Mr. Matthias last night, I
haven’t found any clues related to him either. However, we have confirmed his relationships 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 Black 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 accompany 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 glanced 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 glanced 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
he come up empty-handed?”
Even if Vilmar lacked intelligence, he wouldn’t have dared to touch Finnegan once he discovered his
relationship 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 flashed 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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