The old man, Horace Wood, cursed, "The sky is not falling, and nobody is dying here. Calm down and tell me what happened." The middle-aged man, Adam Wintson, said urgently, "It's Mr. Wood. He's been beaten to a pulp, and his head's a bloody mess." What?

Horace staggered and almost collapsed. Once he steadied himself, he asked urgently, "Is he okay? Is his life in danger?"

Adam quickly shook his head. "He's not in immediate danger, but... his injuries are pretty severe. He'll be bedridden for a while."

Horace scowled with fury as his anger mounted. He roared, "Severe? He's been pampered since he was young and can't even stand a mosquito bite.

"Who dared to hurt him this badly? Who's stupid enough to attack my grandson?"

Adam trembled upon seeing his expression. "It's a guy named Matthew Grant from Lambda City. He's just an ordinary person."

Horace took a deep breath, then threw his fishing rod into the sea. "Let's go back. If he dares to touch my grandson, I'll make sure his entire family pays for it!"

Adam followed closely and didn't dare to make a sound.

After a few steps, Horace suddenly stopped. "Wait. A trained bodyguard protects Isaac, and he is extremely cautious. There's no way he'd take such a risk. How could an ordinary person get close enough to injure him? What's going on?" Adam hesitated. "Well... the situation is quite complicated. I'm not sure how to explain it."

Horace's eyes narrowed, and a chilling glint flashed through his eyes. "Speak!"

The single word was laced with a raw, seething fury that made the air feel heavy and tense.noveldrama

Adam trembled as he reported, "Mr. Wood had taken every precaution when meeting Matthew. He even brought in Trevor and his heavily armed team from the Air Force unit for protection.

"But... Trevor didn't fire a single shot. In the end, he let Matthew walk away like he owned the place."

"What?" Horace's teeth ground together as he swore, "Mr. Miles, do you want to go to war with me? If you piss me off, you'll be damned to hell."

Just as he finished cursing, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Brad calling.

His face twitched as he answered

the call. He didn't give Brad a chance to speak before he exploded, "You worthless piece of shit! I swear I'll make you pay for this!

"Do you want my family's heir to die so young? If anything happens to Isaac, the first thing I'll do is dig up your family's graves and blow up your office."

Brad laughed heartily. "Oh, Horace, you old fool. You raised your grandson to be a tyrant. Now, he's finally getting a taste of his own medicine.

"I told you before that he would be lucky if he made it past 20. And now that he's 25, you should count your blessings. And still, you're not satisfied."

Brad's voice dripped with glee as if he had been waiting for this day. However, it had come later than he had hoped.

Horace was so angry that his hand trembled as he held the phone. "I swear I'll wipe out your entire family. My grandson is on his deathbed, and you're gloating?

"If it weren't for your support, who would dare touch my grandson? Are you really ready to go to war with me?"

Brad smiled and said, "I didn't hurt him, so stop your threats. Go after the one who did."

Horace was taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You're really not going to intervene? Aren't you going to protect Isaac?"

Brad replied disdainfully, "Do whatever you want. One less person doesn't matter. But let me make one thing clear-no guns.

"That's the only rule in Tuschen.

Also, I don't allow firearms among comrades. You can use knives, poison, or even cars, but no guns. I'll shoot anyone who breaks that rule."