All Chapters of The Ultimate Doctor: Chapter 361
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Chapter 361
The cold night air bit at Elijah Langston’s skin as he walked down the empty street, but he moved with the relaxed ease of someone strolling through a warm summer park.If he hadn’t possessed the foresight to slip out of the pedestrian gate when he did, Margaret DiLaurentis looked as though she was genuinely prepared to carve him up like a holiday turkey. A hot bath and a soft bed were now nothing more than distant dreams.Just then, the blinding beams of headlights washed over him from behind. Elijah didn’t break his stride or turn around; he knew perfectly well that taxis didn’t move these streets at this ungodly hour, and he had no interest in being hassled by private security patrols. However, the vehicle didn’t pass him. The purr of a high-performance engine slowed to a stop, and a sleek, black Mercedes-Benz pulled up alongside him, its window rolling down.“Young Master… is that you?”It was Old Mr. Carrington. The patriarch of the aristocratic family had apparently parked his
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“She couldn’t possibly be… ” he muttered.He tapped her number and dialed. The first ring didn’t even complete before the call connected, as though she had been staring at the screen with her finger hovering over the answer button.“Boss…” Nancy’s voice came through, thick with a dramatic sigh of relief. “I was about to call the police. If anything happens to you, I won’t be able to live anymore. The office felt so empty without—”Elijah frowned slightly, cutting through her dramatics. “Where are you right now, Ms. Falkner?” he asked.“Where else, Boss? I’m waiting for you in the office. Are you coming now? Are you hungry? I can get—”“Go home, Ms. Falkner,” Elijah said, his tone shifting into a mild scold. “Do you also need my permission to know when to close for the day’s work? Go home and sleep.”“Okay, Boss. I’ll go home now,” she replied instantly, her voice dropping to a meek, obedient whisper. She didn’t argue for a second.Elijah was about to hang up when her voice perked up a
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Old Mr. Carrington’s sleek Mercedes-Benz came to a smooth, silent halt in front of the towering iron gates of the Langston Mansion.“Young Master, are you sure about this? The Wexlers… they…” Old Mr. Carrington stammered, his knuckles turning white as his hands shivered uncontrollably around the leather-wrapped steering wheel.The Wexlers were one of the Five Great Families in Brooklyn Heights, known for their ruthlessness and their expansive influence. As someone who was deeply embedded in the city’s underbelly, Old Mr. Carrington was well informed.He knew exactly how the Young Master had crashed the birthday party of the Wexler Patriarch just a few days ago, delivering a humiliation that demanded blood. Walking into their territory now, alone and unarmed, seemed like suicide. He knew the Young Master possessed a set of terrifying abilities that had even earned him the whispered “Insolent Expert” in Brooklyn Heights, but the Wexlers commanded a private army. They couldn’t be underes
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“A whole squad?” Elijah inquired casually, his voice devoid of any urgency.“Yes, Young Master! They don’t look like people from the Wexler family. They look quite hostile. Some of them even appear to be armed with heavy-caliber guns you don’t find on the streets. You have to hurry out of there! These are dangerous people!” the elderly man screamed at the top of his lungs, clutching his phone with a white-knuckled grip as the taillights of the convoy faded into the darkness of the woods.“Goodnight, Mr. Carrington,” Elijah responded simply.“Young Master, are you not leaving?” Carrington stammered, his heart sinking. From the casual way the Young Master had responded, it didn’t seem like he was planning to flee. Panic rose in his mind. “I can call a few persons who can summon a couple of men with—”Elijah cut him off, his tone shifting from casual to commanding. “Just go home, Mr. Carrington. Call no one. Don’t bother yourself with my matters. I’m not a fan of interference in my busi
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The quiet evening surrounding the old Langston Mansion was shattered in an instant; the silence was ripped apart by the roar of high-performance engines. The fleet of armored SUVs tore out of the treeline like a pack of wolves, the lead vehicle smashing into the iron gates with a deafening screech of tearing metal. The heavy barriers buckled and flew off their hinges, crashing into the overgrown weeds as the convoy drove in roughly.They parked in a chaotic, aggressive formation, blocking every potential exit. The last to arrive was the massive transport truck with heavily tinted windows. There was no space left in the compound, so it stopped midway through the broken gate, sealing the main entrance like a cork in a bottle.The driver’s door of the lead SUV pushed open immediately, and Maxwell Doyle jumped down. Gone was the distinguished, polished police uniform that usually commanded respect in the districts of the city. Tonight, he was dressed in tactical black combat gear. A he
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Commissioner Maxwell Doyle pointed the barrel of his heavy-caliber rifle directly at the towering double doors of the mansion’s main entrance.“Now, go in there and flush that bastard out,” Doyle ordered, his voice filled with authority.“Don’t worry, Commissioner Doyle,” replied the swordsman, who had a scar running down his face, a sinister grin twisting his features. “There will be absolutely nothing left of that insolent expert once we finish slicing him up together.”This man was Marco Larson, the feared Branch Leader of the Iron Crescent Sword Sect in Brooklyn Heights—a ruthless sect of martial artists whose swordsmanship influence stretched across various parts of Sorevia.Commissioner Doyle gave a nod of approval. “Branch Leader Marco, you lead the charge. Make sure no room is left unsearched. If he is not inside, we will spread out and hunt him through the woods like an animal. Iron Skull and I will hold the perimeter here to keep watch, just in case the rat tries to scurry o
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He had been forced to excuse his incompetence by claiming his old brain was too foggy to remember whether his men had actually confirmed the boy’s body fifteen years ago. Worse still, he had been forced to relive the excruciating shame of how Elijah Langston had crashed his extravagant birthday party, and bathed him in the foul, bloody guts of his own crocodiles.If the details of this humiliation ever leaked out to the public from the Ainsworths’ mouths, he would be looked down upon forever by his aristocratic peers. Even now, his grandson—the decided future of their Great Wexler Family, lay amputated and mentally broken in a hospital bed, all because of this Elijah Langston. His family’s legacy was hanging by a thread.“Old man, didn’t you tell Madam Eleanor you were just taking a temporary vacation with your family?” Commissioner Doyle suddenly asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He pointed the barrel of his rifle toward a massive, towering heap of expensive household furniture
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The Great Hall descended into a heavy, bewildered silence. All of heavily armed mercenaries and swordsmen stood frozen, their faces etched with a mixture of profound confusion and rising insult. This lone young man, dressed in faded jeans and a cheap shirt, was sitting on a throne of pure gold, casually scribbling in a notebook, completely ignoring them.Branch Leader Marco was the first to snap out of the collective stupor. He gritted his teeth so tightly. “Who the hell do you think you are, to spout such nonsense?” Marco roared, stomping his heavy boot against the floor. “Are you blind, or just stupid? Do you know who we are?!”“I spent a considerable amount of time having this floor polished to a shine this morning,” Elijah said, his voice still calm, not even bothering to lift his gaze from the lined paper of his notebook. “You wouldn’t want to stain it with your dirty boots… or your blood.”“You arrogant street rat!” Veins bulged visibly against Marco neck.“Allow us to leave ho
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The group of sect members hailed him with exaggerated praise. They all leaned forward in eager anticipation, because the Phantom Five-Strike Severance was a legendary move that only a few senior disciples of the Iron Crescent Sword, in all of Sorevia had perfected. It was said to be capable of slicing a thick bamboo stalk into five equal parts in the blink of an eye. Now, they were going to witness it used on a real human being.“Watch and learn, you inexperienced juniors! I won’t repeat myself!” Mathias warned, his gaze narrowing into focus.With a sharp exhale, Mathias leaned forward, and his body practically vanished. He tore through the air at a terrifying, explosive speed that only his fellow sect members were trained enough to track. To the gunmen in the back, he appeared to simply vanish.In one second, Mathias was standing with the group; in the next, he had arrived directly in front of the golden throne where the young man was still seated, entirely engrossed in his writing.
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The moment the name “Elijah Langston” left Marco’s trembling lips, the atmosphere in the Great Hall changed.The sect members who hadn’t yet drawn their weapons scrambled backward, the sharp shing of steel ringing out in a panicked chorus as they took up desperate defensive stances. Behind them, the tactical mercenaries clicked the safeties off their military-grade assault rifles.Dozens of black muzzles and gleaming sword tips locked directly onto the young man standing by the throne.They had not expected Senior Mathias’s gruesome, effortless death a moment ago. But now, they realized their fatal error. This wasn’t a homeless squatter or a confused street rat—this was the Insolent Expert, the one they had been sent to butcher. Yet, looking at him… was he really this young? Was this casually dressed twenty-something really the nightmare currently causing trouble for the great families of Brooklyn Heights?“Insolent Expert? I find that title rather offensive,” Elijah noted, his tone