Semua Bab Leading My Family to Glory: Bab 181 - Bab 190

However, Old Halbert wasn’t joking. He was dead serious. The study of medicine was not divided by nations, even more so not by age. Tyr had completely subdued this old man in his sixties, the leading expert of Celestial Empire’s traditional medical industry. Putting aside the fact that Tyr had cured Heather’s illness, his knowledge and skill in the Bian Que Needle technique were enough to make Old Halbert kneel and call Tyr his master. However, Tyr simply rejected him. “I don’t have the time nor energy to take apprentices.” After that, Tyr took the Seven-petal Lotus and left without turning back. Old Halbert was left looking lost. That feeling was like a regular person missing out on a billion dollars. By then, it was near midnight. Tyr drove back to Khanh City without making stops. He didn’t go home but had instead called Forest over to Century Herb’s pharmacy. The other ingredients on the prescription had already accumulated Century Herb. With the Seven-petal lotus in han

Charlotte took a step back out of reflex. Heavy traces of fear finally appeared on her face. This feeling of falling into hell made the hair on her skin stand. “Uncle Felix!” However, just as Tyr was about to reach Charlotte, she suddenly yelled out. A shadow flew in from outside like a flash of lightning. The appearance of this person seemed to have lowered the temperature of the air around them. “Who’s there?” Upon entrance, Matthew and Stephen had noticed him. Stephen, who had just sent a bodyguard flying, frowned. Immediately grabbing that silhouette, he threw out a punch. However, Stephen’s heavy punch was easily dodged by his opponent, and a fierce attack was returned. Slap! This smack landed impartially on Stephen’s chest. Like a bolt of thunder, Stephen felt as if a large hammer smashed him, and his body was thrown back by a few meters. “Stephy!” Matthew was just as startled. He tossed a ferocious punch at this person. The man dodged again before swinging a leg

At the Fisher mansion in Prime City. When Gary Fisher received news of his daughter’s murder, he locked himself up in his study for several hours. A middle-aged man losing his daughter. It was a case of a parent mourning the premature death of his child. In life, there was no greater grief than this. For almost five hours, the door of Gary’s study was locked. No one knew what he was doing inside. No one dared to barge in and disturb him either. Gary Fisher had two sons and a daughter. Unlike other people of his generation, Gary never valued male over female offspring. Charlotte was the apple of his eye. Since young, Gary would let Charlotte do as she pleased. Even when Charlotte was adamant about marrying into the Hill family of Khanh City, Gary never stopped her. When Charlotte and Chris got a divorce later and wanted to return to Prime City, Gary never said anything. But now, this precious daughter of his was dead. Not because of an illness, but because she was murdered by th

That evening, Leon drove to Khanh City with Gooden. Gooden was a little over forty, and had a horrifying blood-red scar on his forehead. Although he was a middle-aged man, out of habit, he always wore green, giving him a domineering and ruthless edge. “It's just a mere Tyr Summers. I can simply go over and kill him for you. Why is there the need to go through such trouble?” asked Gooden. His voice was low and heavy. Leon answered, “Uncle Gooden, you might not be aware, but that Tyr Summers is extremely skilled. He used to live in Rayne as well, and just a few days ago, he killed a bunch of mercenaries from Rayne.” Gooden raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying that as a former mercenary, I’m no match for him?” Realizing that he had made a mistake in his choice of words, Leon sucked in a breath of cold air. Even as the second young master of the Fisher family, he would still get chills down his spine when facing Gooden. He wasn’t terrified of Gooden, but he definitely was not fond

At the club, Leon was a little drunk. Here at Khanh City, Noah had arranged a welcome fit for an emperor. Leon was pleased. Right now, he was surrounded by beauties who were toasting with him. He pulled one of them into his arms and started misbehaving. Beside him, Gooden was sitting upright like a soldier. Perhaps it was age that no longer made him comfortable in such environments. At first, some beauties would proactively come over to chat and drink with him. But after seeing his indifferent behavior, they gradually kept a distance. Thus, all the girls flocked around Leon, while Gooden seemed to be out of place. “Uncle Gooden, do you dislike such an environment? Do you want to head back to the hotel and rest first?” Leon asked kindly out of consideration for Gooden. However, Gooden held onto his glass as he surveyed the area. He remained silent, not answering Leon. His personality had always been extremely peculiar, with rarely anyone being able to figure him out. “Young Ma