CHAPTER 952 ZIZAN BARTON

The Bartons resided in a mansion at Forthmore City, Northania.

As the gates opened slowly, a Knight XV, a luxurious armored SUV that cost 20 million and was known as the moving tank, sped into the mansion with ten more black SUVs following its lead.

Acrowd of a thousand men in suits was gathered at the mansion. They bowed in unison, "Welcome home, Young Master!"

As soon as the Knight XV came to a stop in front of the majestic palace-like mansion, a butler rushed forward to open the car door.

Then, a handsome and muscular man in a fitting suit got down from the car. The more prominent members of the Barton family greeted the man simultaneously. "Greetings, Young Master!”

It turned out that the exceptionally handsome and well-built man in front of them was none other than the young master of the Barton family and the eldest son of Schubert Barton, Zizan Barton.

Zizan Barton led his black-clad men into the mansion and asked his butler coldly, "What's the situation right now, Mr. Sanders?"

Tony Sanders was the remaining butler alive out of the three butlers of the Barton household. He kept up with his young master's pace and replied in a low voice, "Master led his men to Channing to save Sir Tom and Sir Jerry, but he underestimated Nathan."

“None of them made it back. The men were arrested, and Master had cerebral infarction. He was sent back to us by Nathan."

"Before it happened, Master called me personally and asked me to transfer 30 billion to the Cross family. However, Nathan did not let Master off after receiving the money!"

The expression on Zizan Barton's grim face darkened further when he heard the news. Soon, they arrived at Schubert's room.

The old man was lying in the bed. He was surrounded by medical equipment as a doctor and a few nurses were giving him nutrition IV drip.

The doctor in charge, Dean Ludden, was one of the most prominent neurologists in the country. After observing his paralyzed father, Zizan Barton turned and asked, "Doctor Ludden, can you save him?" Dean Ludden had an awkward expression on his face as he muttered, "It's not entirely impossible medically and technically..."

Zizan interrupted coldly, "| don't want to know about your medical theories. I'm asking you one more time; what are the chances of my father getting better again? Can you revive him?"

Dean had no choice but to admit, "Mr. © content.

Barton is already brain dead. Even if his internal organs are still working well, he can only maintain this paralyzed state at best if we continue giving him nutrition drips. I'm afraid that | can't revive him. He'll never wake up again."

"| understand," Zizan nodded.

There was a brief silence before Zizan suddenly grabbed a pair of scissors on the bedside table and stabbed it into Dr. Ludden's chest.

Pfft!

The doctor lowered his head and stared incredulously at the pair of scissors protruding from his chest. "You..." He moaned in pain.

Pit! Pit, pf...

Not uttering a single word, Zizan Barton stabbed repetitively at the poor doctor until the latter fell to the ground in the pool of his own blood.

The female nurses covered their mouths in shock.

The Bartons were frightened as well.

Hearts thumping fast, they lowered their heads and kept as quiet as they could.

After that, Zizan tossed the pair of scissors in his hand away. Wi acne the blood on hig bands Using a white Hanbierchist he glanced at the fearful nurses beside him. Please read the original content at .

He waved his hand casually and ordered his subordinates, "Get the corpse and the nurses out of here and bury them together." Upon hearing that, the nurses screamed in horror as they were dragged away by the black-clad men.

Then, Zizan stared at his father on the bed. Without hesitation, he raised a pillow and smothered the old man with it.

It didn't take much time for Schubert to gulp down his last breath.

Everyone remaining in the room became more terrified when they witnessed the whole scene. They lowered their heads fearfully and dared not breathe loudly.

Zizan tossed the pillow aside and swept his icy gaze acr: ss the oor)

' Ons KROR hom Geseribe what | feel right now. The word ‘angry’ is not even half as close.” Please read the original content at .

"lam in charge of Barton Group from now onwards. Arrange my father's funeral at once an papmorc O avgiyonetircBattin roup after that. | am going to make sure that Channing is flooded with blood for what they did to my father." Please read the original content at .

Everyone replied together, "Yes, Master!"

Rating the Translation Will Gain Two Pearls.