Besides, Percy was involved in the operation of wiping out the Ind of Despair back then.


    That was why Abel had his eyes on the Mallory family.


    If Pierre did notmit those offenses that were posted on the inte, Abel would not have been able


    to target him so easily. After all, Pierre always had someone to apany him no matter where he


    went. It was too troublesome to kidnap him.


    However, Pierre was alone on the outskirts of A City when it happened. It gave Abel a chance to make


    a move.


    Abel knew that it was difficult toe across such an opportunity.


    There might not be another chance in the future.


    Hence, if he wanted to make money, he had to shift his attention elsewhere.


    Abel was annoyed. He waved his hand and scowled. "Get the f*ck out of there. Go far away. Don''t


    show up in front of me."


    Amur was the first to leave when he heard that. The other two men left the room in a hurry as though


    they had been given a reprieve.


    One of the men let out a sigh of relief after leaving the room. Then, he eximed, "It''s terrifying. Boss


    looked like he wanted to eat someone alive."


    "Right? I''m still in pain after getting kicked just now." The man rubbed the back of his head and his


    back which were still hurting after falling to the ground just now. Then, he turned to look at Amur calmly.


    Was Amur really calm?


    Abel''s malevolent aura made it seem like he could eat someone alive, but Amur remained indifferent.


    He showed no fear.


    "Brother Amur, aren''t you afraid?" asked the man.


    Amur looked at him expressionlessly. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking. "Afraid of


    what?"


    "I was afraid that Boss would kill me just now. Even though it wasn''t my fault, it was terrifying to see


    him flying into a rage..." The man lowered his neck and took out a cigarette to calm himself down like


    what Amur did.


    Although Abel criticized them for not carrying out their tasks well enough, they were all from the Ind


    of Despair. They had blood on their hands.


    They had seen many gruesome scenes, but none was as terrifying as Abel when he was angry.


    Amur blew out a smoke ring.


    Was he afraid? No, he was not.


    He was not afraid of anything as long as Abel did not use Luca to threaten him


    Being kicked by him was nothing. Abel had even stabbed him twice with a knife, and he had survived.


    If Abel wanted someone''s life, he would not have wasted so much time being angry and throwing a


    tantrum. These men did not know him well enough.


    If he wanted to end someone''s life, he would never give that person a chance to feel intimidated,


    concerned, or escape from him. He would go straight for it.


    Abel was more vicious than any of them. He had more blood on his hands than anyone else.


    That was why Amur was not afraid of the angry expression on Abel''s face.


    "Brother, look at how fearless he is," the other man said as he noticed how calm Amur was. He took his


    cigarette out and smoked it too. It seemed like he was only satisfying his nicotine craving instead of


    calming himself down.


    They were trembling with fear as they smoked, and even their lips were quivering. It was as though


    they were frozen in ce.


    After all, Abel had just caused a sudden drop in the room temperature. The air had turned to ice, and it


    was a whirlwind of terror.


    However, Amur remained calm and indifferent as he smoked. His hands were not shaking at all.


    The man who was kicked was eager to find out if Amur was truly not afraid of him...


    They thought the only person on the Ind of Despair who was not afraid of Abel was Shanks.


    They never expected that Amur, who was right in front of them, to also be an extraordinary person.


    "Are you really not afraid?" the man asked again as he refused to believe it.


    Amur shot him a cold nce. Then, he snuffed out his cigarette and left.


    He could not be bothered to talk to these cowards...


    Finding a way to deal with the police officers in X City''s police station was what mattered the most now.


    It was a really tough situation to deal with.


    "Brother. He. This..." The man had lost his words.


    The other man shook his head.


    It was noon time.


    Percy had finally arranged for the private hospital to prepare the operating room, along with an


    anesthetist, an assistant, and a nurse who would assist Johann in performing surgery on Pierre.


    They were all found by the director of Faith Hospital. They all had professional titles and were reliable.


    Hence, Pierre''s face was covered and taken through the hospital corridor to the operating room.


    They would definitely be seen while they walked through the corridor.


    Many people saw the man lying on the bed with a cloth over his face. They could not help but be


    curious about who it was. Who would be lying on the bed without moving and with his face covered?


    However, it was not a white cloth.


    It certainly was not someone who had just died and was being taken to the morgue.


    Was he a celebrity? Could it be that he could not walk and had to be on the bed with his face covered


    to avoid being seen?


    Everyone made guesses, but no one had the courage to lift the cloth that covered Pierre''s face.


    Pierre had already woken up.


    He could feel the pain all over his body, his neck, and his legs.


    It was like he had been run over by a truck.


    However, he knew he could not cry out, and he did not have the strength to do so.


    After being taken to the operating room, the cloth on his face was removed, and then he was moved


    onto the bed.


    "One, two, three, lift!" The medical staff who were present, except for Johann, shouted to help Pierre


    onto the bed.


    Johann looked at Pierre, who was pale and yellow. He was too weak.


    It was risky to perform surgery on him.


    However, the chances of him recovering would decrease if he did not undergo surgery.


    Johann probably knew that Pierre was destined to be a cripple, but he still wanted to give it a try. There


    was still a one percent chance that the bones could heal.


    That way, it would not be too obvious even if he was walking with a limp.


    "The patient is too weak. He must be under general anesthesia. We must choose the superior vena


    cava for intravenous infusion. Notify the blood bank to prepare some blood. Otherwise, I''m afraid he


    won''t survive this surgery," said Johann.


    There were many unknown risks during the surgery.


    Although bone grafting was not a difficult surgery, given the patient''s extreme weakness, anything


    could go wrong during the operation, making it a risky procedure.


    Therefore, Johann approached the surgery with caution, despite considering it to be a simple task.


    He informed Percy of all the possible risks that could arise during the surgery, and Percy signed the


    consent form.


    Pierre was in a dazed state but suddenly heard Johann say that he might not make it through the


    surgery...


    He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound.


    Johann knew he had something to say.


    Even though Pierre was despicable, Johann believed that a doctor''s job was to save lives. He would


    not discriminate against his patients during the surgery.


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    "You can speak," said Johann. Pierre had not been intubated yet. He was unable to speak at the


    moment because he was weak.


    Pierre took a deep breath and muttered slowly, "Dr. Park, save me."


    "Don''t worry, I''m a doctor. I''ll do my best to save you," replied Johann. He promised to do his best, but


    he could not promise that everything would turn out fine.


    Pierre''s leg would most likely be crippled. Even if he survived, it would not be considered aplete


    sess.


    "I don''t want to be a cripple. Dr. Park, please help me^" Pierre believed that Johann was capable of


    doing anything. Hence, he begged him to make the surgery a sessful one.


    As long as Johann was serious enough, Pierre was confident that he would be able to walk without a


    limp!