Chapter 86 Four Of The Goldberg Five Following the treatment, Jeremy finally opened his eyes after being trapped in a coma for days Based on the monitoring instrument connected to his body, his heartbeat and breathing had returned to normal.
However, he was still unable to speak as he could not seem to open his mouth.
âIs Old Mr. Samson still not recovered?â inquired Humphrey.
Finnegan glanced at him before withdrawing all the golden needles back to his palm. âThis is the best I can do for Old Mr. Samson. His deteriorated nervous system is still recovering, so itâll take around three days before his ability to speak and walk returns.â
Upon hearing that, Humphrey sighed in relict.
As Jeremy had woken up, Finnegan found no reason to stick around. âWhereâs Logan, Old Mr. Suisse?â
âI saw him in the neighboring room earlier.â
âOkay. You keep an eye on Old Mr. Samson while I ask Logan for a drink.â
After watching Finnegan leave, Humphrey approached the bed. âHow are you feeling, Old Mr.
Samson?â.
As Jeremy still couldnât speak, he blinked in response. Then, he blinked a few more times.
Humphrey was puzzled for a moment before he understood Jeremyâs intent. âThat youngster from earlier is Dr. Aielloâs disciple, the Mischievous Doctor, Finnegan Larkin. It turns out heâs also a resident of Jadeborough, so we transferred you here and asked him for help. Glad it wasnât for nothing.â
Jeremyâs eyes glinted with excitement.
Again, due to his inability to form any words, he could only convey his emotions through his eye movement.
Unfortunately for him. Humphrey couldnât understand him completely. A resigned, bitter smile surfaced on Humphreyâs countenance. âItâll be a few days before you can chat and move again. If you want to meet him, youâll have to wait until thenâ
Jeremy calmed down and slowly closed his eyes The sky turned cloudy as the day neared evening.
Finnegan and Logan exited the building. The former was beaming while the latter appeared miserable.
Stephen and Jace, who were still around, were going to greet them when they noticed Loganâs cheek seemed swollen.
Staring at Logan, Jace asked, âWhatâs wrong with your face?â
The edges of Loganâs lips twitched before he replied in a stiff tone. âI hit the wall by accident when I wasnât paying attention earlier. Itâs nothing serious.â Then, he turned to Stephen, inquiring, âAre there any specialties in Jadeborough? Iâm aiming to have a drink with Dr. Larkin.â
He waved the two bottles of wine in his hands. Both were aged wines he had kept in his collection for fifty years.
âHow about the roasted suckling pig of Nuthana?â suggested Stephen. âThereâs a farmstead not too far from here. I think itâs a twenty-minute trip there in a car. What do you think, Dr. Larkin?â
Finnegan answered, âIâm not picky with food. Letâs do it.â
Without delay, Stephen called someone to arrange for the trip. âCan Jace and I join you, Dr. Larkin?â
Finnegan nodded. âOf course. If youâre ordering a roasted suckling pig, thereâs no way Logan and I can finish it on our own.â
As he spoke, he placed his hand on Loganâs shoulder and marched forward. âHave you been. only focusing on enjoying life for the past two years? I feel like you arenât doing great.â
Flushed with embarrassment, Logan argued, âIsnât it enough that I achieved Absolute Rank in Terra Realm, Dr. Larkin? Itâs you who have become so powerful that you barely resemble a normal human.
You donât even need to concern yourself with honor anymore!â
Finnegan laughed. âThereâs nothing I can do. After all, Iâm primarily still a doctor, though my medical skills arenât as simple as saving someone. You canât blame me!â
Even though there was a twenty-year age gap between them, they acted like peers.
The edges of Jaceâs lips twitched as he proposed a bold speculation. âSay, do you think Logan was punched by Dr. Larkin, Stephen?â
Stephen shook his head. âHow is that possible? Logan is an Absolute Rank Terra Realm Grandmaster The only people who can punch him are those of the Echer Realin, who are few and far between. Dr. Larkin is just a doctor, so I donât think he couldâve done it.â
âDid you forget about the bodyguards from the Sable family last night?â
The look in Stephenâs eyes shifted. âYouâve got a point.â
Jace lowered his voice. âWe should investigate him. I doubt heâs merely a doctor.â
Concurrently, after Tristan received a call, he ignored the screaming Killian and left the hospital with all of his bodyguards.
However, he didnât return to the company or his home.
Instead, he went to a three-story residential building under the name of the Chomsky family.
Then, he asked all his bodyguards to wait outside before he alone entered the courtyard.
Inside, he spotted Oscar and four intimidating middle-aged individuals of both genders. All four of them were wearing black and had a stern look. Any ordinary folk would feel uncomfortable in their presence, Even Tristan, who had experienced all kinds of tribulations, couldnât help but feel nervous.
âAm I right to presume these four are your seniors, Mr. Goldberg?â wondered Tristan with caution.
Oscar, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smirked maliciously. âThatâs right! They are, respectively, Eleazar, Clarabelle, Isaac, and Forrest. Theyâre all Enigma Realm fighters.â
Tristan hastily approached them and stretched his hand out upon hearing that. âIâm honored to meet four of the Goldberg Five in the same place. Iââ
The burly Eleazar Goldberg interrupted, âSo, youâre the one who caused one of my juniors to become a cripple and the other one to die.â
Tristan grimaced. âI didnât harm your juniors, Mr. Goldberg. Finnegan did!â
Bam!
Without warning. Forrest Goldberg suddenly kicked Tristan to the ground. âIf you hadnât provoked Finnegan, they wouldnât have been harmed! This is your fault!â
Clarabelle Goldberg sneered, âWhile Finnegan appears to be the culprit, he didnât injure our juniors for no reason. The death and impairment of my juniors are the result of the Chomsky family pissing off the wrong personâ Donât even think about weaseling out of this?
As Tristan pressed his hand on his abdomen he turned to Oscar He didnât expect the latter s seniors to have such an unreasonable line of logic.
Smiling, Oscar clarified, âDonât trouble Mr. Chomsky any further. He didnât intend for this to happen.
Besides, I took his money, so I had to complete his request. Itâs just unfortunate that I wasnât powerful enough when I encountered Finnegan.â
Tristan stood with difficulty. âMr. Goldberg is right. This is all because of Finnegan.â
Despite that, the other four still gazed at Tristan coldly.
Fearing for his life, Tristan swiftly added, âOf course, Iâm not denying the fact that Mr. Goldberg is crippled and Caesar is dead because they were working for me. As such, Iâm willing to provide compensation on top of the payment for your service. How does three hundred million sound?â
Initially, he only planned to fork over two hundred million. Sadly, he had no choice but to raise the amount now.
Clarabelle spat coldly, âThree hundred million is only enough compensation for my two juniors.â
Upon hearing that, Tristan gritted his teeth and offered, âFive hundred million, then?â
A faint grin settled on Eleazarâs face. âGlad to see youâre a smart guy. Now, track down Finnegan as soon as you can. Once weâre done with him, we need to leave overnight. I heard the general of Regulus Pavilion is currently in Jadeborough. Weâd like to avoid him if we can.â
He and his three peers were infamous villains, so they had to avoid being detected.
Tristan could tell all they wanted was money, but there was nothing else he could do. âIâll ask my people to search for him. Although, please stick around before you kill him. Mr. Goldberg and my son still need treatment.â
âYou donât need to tell us that. Investigate his whereabouts now!â
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