Chapter 595 Valencia’s Handprint

Chapter 595 Valencia’s Handprint

James returned to private room 103 and briefly explained what happened, telling Abigail, Edith, and the others to leave first.

He could easily leave with Wendy tonight, but he had his own reasons and decided to stay and meet with the people from Blood Medical Sect.

Abigail and the others refused to go and kept insisting they should call the police, but James shook his head to stop them.

After much insistence, Edith and the others finally left the bar, but they left Francis behind to protect James.

James told Francis to tie up Yves, then took out his silver needles to treat Wendy.

The woman had drunk a little alcohol, but not enough to be completely unconscious—the reason she was in this state was entirely because someone had drugged her.

Nine silver needles went in, James worked quickly, and Wendy's condition gradually improved. The flush on her face and the burning heat in her body began to fade.

He poured a glass of warm water and helped her drink it.

Wendy coughed, slowly opened her eyes, and seeing the man in front of her, instinctively struggled and resisted.

"Who are you? Don't touch me!"

She yelled at James and reached for a knife on the coffee table.

James held her hand, his voice gentle: "Don't panic, I'm James. I won't hurt you."

"James? Is it you? Is it really you!"

Wendy grunted at first, then recognized James and was overjoyed, throwing her arms around him: "James, how did you get here? Did you save me?"

She'd been drugged, but her consciousness hadn't completely faded. Her body was weak, but she remembered what happened.

"Just happened to run into it. Saw you were drugged, so I grabbed you."

James smiled warmly, briefly explained what happened, then asked: "What's this all about?"

Given Wendy's caution, she shouldn't have been drugged like this.

"Following the recipe you gave me, I made the first batch and had customers try it. They gave it very high praise."

Wendy coughed:

"I also contacted Mrs. Acacia. After she tasted the bamboo leaf liquor, she gave us a hundred million dollar contract on the spot."

"Tonight Ron flew in from Sovereign City to sign the contract and gave us a fifty million deposit, solving the company's cash flow problem and breaking through our current difficulties."

"I was so happy that I let the bodyguards go home early. I brought the remaining two bottles to the bar myself, planning to celebrate with some friends."

"But before my friends arrived, a white-haired young man came over to hit on me, asking me to go sit with him in a private room."

"I refused directly. He didn't say much and left. I thought it was just a minor incident."

"But half an hour later, that fat guy—Yves showed up with some people, telling me to go see some Mr. Foster."

"I told him to get lost and called security to handle it, but when security arrived, they were sent away with just one sentence from a scarred man."

"I sensed something was wrong and tried to leave, but Yves threw some powder at me. My head instantly got dizzy, my whole body went weak, and I couldn't even speak."

"Then they dragged me away..."

A flash of anger crossed her eyes. She picked up the warm water and drank several big gulps, wishing she could tear Yves and Foster to pieces—if it weren't for James tonight, her innocence would have been lost.

"These people only know how to play dirty tricks."

James narrowed his eyes slightly: "What's most hateful is that some people help them do evil. Do you know those guys with the scarred man?"

"I don't know them, but they're not small players."

Wendy let out a breath: "This bar has a deep background, and the security guards are all arrogant, but when they saw the scarred man, they acted like mice seeing a cat."

James said casually: "Their backing is The Gonzalez Family. I thought you might know them."

"The Gonzalez Family people?"

Wendy was stunned at first, then gritted her teeth:

"No wonder they're acting as Yves's lackeys. Must be either Micah or Valencia's people."

"In The Gonzalez Family, only those two are closest to the Lumaria people."

She suppressed her anger: "They even dared to target me. I must get justice from them."

James smiled slightly, pointing at Yves in the corner:

"I broke Yves's spine and injured five people. I don't want them to retaliate secretly, so I left them the room number."

"In about five minutes, they'll come charging in—do you want to leave first?"

As he finished speaking, he opened a beer for himself and drank leisurely, waiting for Wendy's answer.

"If we leave, we leave together. If you don't leave, I won't either."

Wendy's expression was firm: "Besides, I'm not necessarily afraid of them."

She didn't want to cause trouble, but that never meant she was afraid of it. After speaking, she took out her phone and sent a text message.

James's eyes were gentle: "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to you."

Meanwhile, in a luxurious private room upstairs, the scarred man and his group, dragging their injured legs, knocked on the door.

Under dozens of astonished gazes, the scarred man limped breathlessly to the sofa.

On the sofa sat a white-haired young man and a woman in red.

The white-haired young man was tall and slender with a high nose bridge. His eyes held a smile, yet remained cold as a snake—clearly not someone to mess with.

The woman in red was in her early twenties, with an oval face, cherry lips, a graceful figure, and straight legs. Even without stockings, they were smooth and flawless.

The white-haired young man was Paxton Foster, the genius of Blood Medical Sect.

The woman in red was Valencia from The Gonzalez Family.

Seeing the scarred man and his group return severely injured, Valencia didn't make a sound. Her expression didn't even change. She continued drinking on her own, calm and composed, as if the injured weren't her subordinates.

"Miss, we were ambushed..."

The scarred man's mouth twitched as he explained what happened—of course, he downplayed it, describing James's attack as a sneak attack to save some face.

"He not only injured us and took that woman, but also left his room number, saying if we have the guts, come kill him."

"Mr. Yves was also captured, his spine broken."

He finally squeezed out: "Ms. Gonzalez, that guy is way too arrogant."

The bodyguards around the room were all shocked after hearing this—they really couldn't imagine which brain-dead person would dare to attack The Gonzalez Family people like this and cripple their honored guest Yves.

The person who did this was finished. Along with his family and the forces behind him, all finished.

Hearing his subordinate was crippled, Foster narrowed his eyes slightly: "Did you mention our names?"

"Yes."

The scarred man quickly said: "I mentioned The Gonzalez Family's name and said Mr. Yves was from Blood Medical Sect, but the other party completely ignored it and even said he was targeting us specifically."

A flash of anger crossed Foster's eyes, then disappeared without a trace.

He wanted to rush down immediately and crush James, but he knew he didn't need to do it himself.

Compared to his anger, Valencia would only be more furious—he was a guest, and failing to protect him would be a loss of face for the host.

So he just smiled faintly:

"Interesting. But this is normal. Blood Medical Sect has no foundation in Stardust City, so being looked down upon is natural."

"Otherwise, Ms. Kingsley and the others wouldn't have died at Glowing Oasis back then."

Foster put on a compromising attitude, but everyone could see he was retreating to advance, provoking Valencia.

Valencia glanced at him, understanding what he was up to, but didn't get angry. She didn't even change her drinking posture.

She calmly finished her red wine, then looked at the scarred man and spoke lightly:

"The Gonzalez Family and Blood Medical Sect, with such size and such deep foundations, and someone who's not even from one of the five great families dares to challenge us?"

Her smile suddenly became sweet: "Looks like someone really wants to die."

The scarred man remembered James's dismissive attitude, felt something stir in his heart, and opened his mouth to remind her:

"Miss, the other party probably has some background too..."

"Background?"

Valencia crossed her legs, the tip of her high heel lifting slightly, her eyes filled with contempt:

"How strong a background? Stronger than our Gonzalez Family?"

She made a gesture.

A bald man immediately stepped forward, extending his arm like an iron rod and opening his right palm.

Valencia took out a lipstick and boldly wrote her name on his palm:

Valencia.

After writing, she tossed the lipstick aside, like a queen issuing a decree:

"Go, take my mark, and find that blind fool."

"Have him personally break the hand he used to attack, then send the woman Mr. Foster fancies here to apologize."

"Tell him I'm only giving him one chance to live."