Expert Down The Mountain novel Chapter 122

Expert Down The Mountain Chapter 122

Michael was under the assumption that he had already thought a great deal of Kayson, yet he did not expect that Kayson would surprise him over and over again.

“Sure, I can manage it!” said Michael in a solemn tone.

“However, I don’t have my debit card with me…”

Michael hastily said, “I shall give you my account number, and you can have the money transferred to my account!”

“Sure, thank you so much, Uncle Michael.”

At that moment, Michale realized that Kayson was no longer addressing him as Mr. Whitman but Uncle Michael!

Even though it was just a change of address, it carried a world of difference in its meaning.

“Hahaha, don’t mention it!”

Michael was in a great mood as he gave his bank account number.

Tuckson immediately ordered his subordinate to transfer, and $ 225,000,000 was soon received.

“W-Will you let me off now?” Tuckson felt extremely uncomfortable on the floor.

Kayson smiled and flung his fifth silver needle.

Tuckson’s head dropped to the side as if he just had a stroke, his lips and eye drooped, and he was drooling.

“Urgh… You… Blurghurhghghh (You broke your promise)! ”

Tuckson could not even speak clearly, and his face was filled with fear and anger.

Kayson said nonchalantly, “$225,000,000 is the payment to keep you alive, so I’m not killing you. The death penalty may be evitable, but you still have to pay for your crimes.”

Kayson made his way to the door in preparation to leave.

“I can feel your strong murderous intent toward me. It’s apparent that you’re still hopeful about killing me.

“I believe that you’re counting on the man known as Tre-strike, right?

“If that’s the case, I shall wait for his arrival.”

Kayson then hung up the call and headed straight for City Hospital.

At Sadie’s side…

After hanging up with Kayson, Sadie hastily made her way to the office of the doctor who had just removed the silver needles.

“Dr. Carter! Can you please insert back the needles that you just removed from the patients?” asked Sadie.

Dr. Carter was a middle-aged man about 40 years old. He raised his head to take a glance at Sadie.

“Ms. Wolfenden, please be reasonable. Those silver needles weren’t inserted on the correct pressure points, so they can’t possibly have any effect on the patients.

“You must have fallen for that swindler’s lies, right? You should believe in modern medical technology.”

“But—”

Dr. Carter’s expression turned solemn. “Ms. Wolfenden, you’re a layman, so it would be best if you stop meddling with this.

“There are too many swindlers out there, so I hope you can properly judge such matters! ”