Chapter 30 Tom Again

George left the PrimeCare Clinic and walked leisurely ahead.

He was thinking to himself—

His mother would be discharged in a couple of days, but their house had already been lost. He was also kicked out by Florence and had nowhere to stay. Therefore, the most urgent matter was to buy a house first.

However, Marc had mentioned the existence of the Fonda Group before, which his father had kept a secret from his mother. He was contemplating whether if he should tell his mother or not.

Otherwise, the large sum of money he had on him wouldn't see the light of day!

After giving it some thought, he felt that for now, he should temporarily keep it a secret for now!

After all, Fonda's involvement in the underworld made him appeared as a bad person in the eyes of ordinary people. Maybe that's why he kept it hidden from his mother.

If he were to reveal it, wouldn't that be foolish?

Then... I will just buy a small house first and say it's from our private savings.

Decision made.

George was planning to take a taxi back to the hospital when he heard Vivian's voice behind him, "George, George, why are you walking so fast?!"

Vivian came running towards him.

George turned around and almost dropped his eyeballs.

There she was. As she ran, waves seemed to be surging ahead as if something was about to emerge.

Indeed, it was a picturesque sight.

"Cough, cough, Dr. Tudson, why did you chase after me? Is there something else going on? Is it about the little girl again?"

"No, she's fine. I am here on my grandfather's orders to invite you for dinner."

"Your grandfather's orders? What about yours?"

"Guess."

George laughed. At this moment, Vivian possessed a different kind of beauty that made one's heart pound. George couldn't help but recall the intimate encounter they had in the elevator two days ago.

Vivian felt bashful under his gaze, blushing slightly. She pointed to the left and said, "I know of a restaurant over there with delicious food. Why don't we go there for dinner?"

"I don't mind," George replied.

"Then let's walk there through the alley," Vivian suggested.

The two walked into the alley.

However, unexpectedly, four or five people holding sticks approached them. They didn't seem like good people.

Vivian nervously tightened her grip on George's hand and whispered, "Are they coming towards us?"

George also felt a jolt in his heart.

Although he had inherited the ancient medical and martial arts techniques, and had even attained some level of skill according to the inheritance, he had never actually fought anyone before. He had no confidence in his fighting ability.

He immediately held onto Vivian and turned to run.

But just then, four more men appeared behind them.

They were wearing the same attire and were also holding sticks in their hand.

This time, even a fool could tell they were coming for them.

"What do we do? What do we do?" Vivian's nervousness caused her voice to tremble.

George circulated his inner Qi, feeling the thunderous power flowing through his limbs and bones, giving him an immense sense of strength. He protected her and said, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

"Hahaha, you can't even protect yourself, let alone others," the leader of the group, with a scar on his face resembling a centipede, said menacingly, assessing Vivian as he spoke.

Seeing her beautiful face and flawless figure, his lustful desires were instantly aroused.

"I never expected such an unexpected bonus. This woman..."

"I want her!"

"Big brother, you can't eat alone! Sharing happiness is better than enjoying it alone."

"Haha, when I get tired of playing, I'll give her to you guys!"

Vivian's face turned pale, filled with anger and urgency.

George's eyes turned coldly," What do you guys want?"

Scarman laughed, "Of course, we want to beat you! Kid, you're valuable. Someone has offered two million for you. They want you to lose two legs and slap yourself a hundred times. Come on, be sensible, kneel down immediately and slap yourself a hundred times for us to see. Otherwise, when we decide to take action, it won't be just about losing two legs anymore."

He commanded his henchman, "A Mao, open the video on your phone and start recording!"

George's expression grew colder, "Who sent you guys?"

Scarman sneered, "Want to find out? Kneel down first, slap yourself, and see if it makes me happy. Maybe then I'll tell you."

George nodded, "Here's the deal. You kneel down, slap yourself a hundred times, and I'll consider letting you go."

"What?"

The several henchmen thought they misheard. Before coming, they had already heard that this guy was a complete loser who was not even allowed to touch his wife and always serving his mother-in-law's family.

This kind of waste dared to speak to them like this?

Has he gone mad?

"Kid, you've got guts. Looks like you're choosing to say goodbye to your limbs. I'll fulfill your wish!"

Scarman revealed a cruel smile, raising his stick and swung it fiercely at George's leg.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The thick stick struck George's shin and snapped.

"Ah, stop!"

Vivian screamed in fear.

But something felt off.

The stick broke, but George seemed unfazed, standing there motionless. Even his facial expression remained calm, showing no signs of pain.

Scarman froze too.

He had broken many people's legs before. There was no reason why such a thick stick would break but the leg remained intact.

George stood there, shaking his leg.

Feeling excited, the unnamed technique of his ancestors was truly extraordinary.

Although this technique does not have any offensive capability, it grants the user insane defense. Wherever an attack landed, the user would automatically be protected and would feel no pain at all.

"Are you okay?" Scarman looked astonished.

"I'm fine, but you're not." After George finished speaking, he kicked out, hitting the guy's leg in the same spot where he was hit.

"Crack!" The shin bone fractured.

And then, with a loud "slap," he sent the man flying with another slap.

"Damn it, let's attack together!"

The remaining henchmen shouted and attacked one after another.

George was filled with confidence, his body moved like lightning, as he defended himself.

In order to protect Vivian from being attacked, George skillfully snatched a stick and unleashed a series of powerful strikes, leaving the remaining thugs crying for mercy and unable to fight back.

Vivian thought her fate was sealed today.

But unexpectedly, George proved to be so remarkable that her eyes shimmered with admiration.

Especially when those hooligans aimed the stick at her, George used his own body to shield her. That scene deeply imprinted itself in her heart.

"Hey!" George tapped his stick on Scarman's broken leg. "Who sent you to target my leg?"

Scarman initially refused to speak.

Yet with a gentle but firm grip, George inflicted excruciating pain on his severed limb. Unable to bear it, Scarman begged for mercy, "Boss, please stop! I'll talk, I'll talk! It was Tom from Harolds Group!"

Upon hearing this, George was immediately consumed by rage.

Damn it, I never went looking for you, yet you came after me.

Alright then, I'll teach you a lesson in decency.

"Call Tom and tell him that you've captured me! Don't forget to mention the presence of a beautiful woman!"