All Chapters of Legacy of the Divine Healer: Chapter 21
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CHAPTER 21: He Is Your Boss
The voice came from the restaurant entrance, and it had the quality of a sound that stops other sounds.Everyone in the corridor turned.James Hargrove walked toward them with the unhurried certainty of a man who owns the building, knows it, and has decided to exercise that knowledge. His assistant was two steps behind him, which meant he'd come back had turned around, apparently, after leaving, for reasons that were about to become clear.David Zhang saw him coming and moved forward with the smooth professional warmth of a man who spent six years learning which people in this restaurant required which register of attention.“Boss, you’re here. Someone who doesn’t know any better is causing trouble in our restaurant. I’ll deal with him immediately… ”Before he could finish speaking, Hargrove slapped him hard across the face.“You scoundrel, I’ll deal with you first! How dare you disrespect Mr. Ethan!Hargrove was furious. He had gone to great lengths to curry favor with Ye Bufan, even
CHAPTER 22: Prove It
"You... you hussy! I'm asking you one more time, are you coming with me or not..."Marcus face turned ashen with rage. He had just declared he had his woman, and then the woman immediately kicked him, leaving him nowhere to save face.Lily completely ignored the furious Marcus and said again, "Ethan, this time I truly was wrong. I was deceived by his sweet talk.Please give me another chance. I'll treat you well from now on."In the past, during her time with Ethan, no matter what mistakes she made, as long as she lowered her head, admitted her fault, and said a few nice words, Ethan would always choose to forgive her.But she forgot that the present was incomparable to before. Back then, they were boyfriend and girlfriend; now, she had betrayed that relationship, and the nature of the mistake was completely different.Moreover, Ethan was now the Legacy holder of the Ancient Medical Sect. His vision and Realm were vastly different from before.How could he not see that Lily was doing
CHAPTER 23: Trouble at the Door
Ethan hadn't been paying particular attention to the bracelet before Charlotte pointed it out.But the moment his Divine Sense swept across it, the reading was immediate and unambiguous. The material was granite throughout, not a trace of genuine jade, not a flicker of natural Spiritual Qi anywhere in the stone. What it did have was a layer of chemical compound coating the surface, and beneath that, something his cultivated perception registered as stagnant gray Qi, the energetic signature of synthetic dye that had no business sitting against skin for extended periods.Long-term contact with something like that didn't just discolor the skin.It accumulated.He said nothing. Charlotte had already handled it better than he could have with words.Lily was still skeptical even after Charlotte's explanation.Charlotte picked up a spoon from the table setting, slipped her own jade bracelet off her wrist, and tapped it lightly.The sound rang out clear, resonant, musical. A note that seemed
CHAPTER 24: I've Been Patient Long Enough
On the way downstairs, Ethan said quietly to Commissioner Blake: "Commissioner, let's not rush. If they're conducting a legitimate inspection, we should cooperate properly."Blake nodded. He understood immediately. He fell back behind Ethan and Charlotte as they descended, choosing to observe first rather than announce himself.The lobby had become a different place from the one they'd left forty minutes ago.Four or five men in gray sanitation inspection uniforms were moving through the dining room, herding guests toward the exit with the blunt efficiency of people who have been told they have authority and have decided to use all of it at once."Everyone out, please. This establishment has been found to have hygiene violations. Please clear the premises.""Move along, move along. This restaurant is being shut down for rectification"Standing near the entrance, cigarette burning between two fingers, was a middle-aged man who appeared to be leading the group. He was standing directly
CHAPTER 25: Young Master Marcus and His Fakes
The four men rushed at Ethan.They went down in under ten seconds.It wasn't complicated. None of them had real combat training, they had size, aggression, and the assumption that four against one was sufficient arithmetic. Ethan removed those assumptions one at a time, efficiently and without ceremony, and by the end of it all four were on the lobby floor next to the Section Chief, making sounds that discouraged anyone from wanting to join them.Marcus stared at the wreckage.Then he found his voice."Do you have any idea what you just did?!" He pointed at Ethan, his finger shaking. "You just assaulted city health inspectors. That's a serious criminal offense. Hand over one million dollars right now as compensation, or I'm calling the police and making sure you spend the rest of your life regretting this."Ethan looked at him."Go ahead," he said. "Call."Marcus blinked."I'm serious," he said. "I'm not joking with you. If I make that call""Then make it," Ethan said. His voice was c
CHAPTER 26: Collecting Protection Fees
As he spoke, Ethan's Divine Sense swept across Charlotte involuntarily.He immediately looked away.His face felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with the evening air, and he was very grateful that the sidewalk gave him somewhere else to direct his eyes. Charlotte Quinn's figure was, as a matter of objective fact, extraordinary. The proportions were the specific kind that seemed almost architectural in their precision, a fraction more in any direction would have been excessive, a fraction less would have been insufficient. She was, in the most literal sense, perfectly balanced.This was information his Divine Sense had provided him without being asked, and he was actively working to file it somewhere inaccessible.Charlotte had been watching his expression change.She remembered what she'd asked him two minutes ago, and what he'd said, and she put those two things together with the expression currently on his face and arrived at a conclusion.Her arms crossed over her chest."You
CHAPTER 27: Eating Buns
The yellow-haired man screamed.The foot on his hand was not symbolic, it carried real weight and real intent, and the pain that shot up his arm was the specific, electric pain of bones under serious pressure. He felt, with vivid clarity, that if the foot pressed any further down, the hand would not come back from it intact.It was Ethan.He had arrived at the stall to find his mother surrounded, her bag torn in half, the money on the wet ground, and a man's hand reaching for it.The anger that came up in him was not the hot, unfocused kind. It was cold and clear and immediate, and he had not held any of it back.The Mohawk man stared.Ma Nine's people had been working this block for three years without anyone pushing back. That was how it worked in neighborhoods like this one, not because people didn't care, but because caring had consequences that most people couldn't afford. Nobody ever pushed back.This young man had just stepped on Yellow Hair's hand like it was a natural thing t
CHAPTER 28: Raising an Army
"No problem.. no problem"The Mohawk man was not arguing about the price. He had passed through argument some time ago and arrived somewhere considerably more cooperative. He reached into his own pockets, then into the pockets of his three colleagues the ones who could still be reached without too much difficulty and produced everything he found.The total came to somewhere between three and four thousand dollars in crumpled bills of various denominations.He held it out with both hands."Big brother. This is genuinely everything we have on us. Can we please go now."Ethan looked at the money.He was not entirely satisfied with the amount, but Clara had appeared at his shoulder."Son," she said. "Let them go."He looked at her."For my sake," she said.He took the money. He looked at the Mohawk man and his colleagues, four men in various states of physical and digestive distress, sitting on a wet Bronx pavement with the specific expression of people who have had a genuinely educationa
CHAPTER 29: I'll Make You Brainless
Ethan was still thinking about how to handle Samantha's handcuff threat when the sound reached him.Engines. Multiple. Moving fast and not slowing down for the road conditions the way sensible people did.Three black SUVs came around the corner and stopped in front of Clara's bun stall with the synchronized precision of people who have done this kind of arrival before and consider it an art form.The vendors who had been watching the street scatter immediately, pulling their carts back, finding reasons to be elsewhere. The satisfaction of the last twenty minutes evaporated into the specific alertness of people who know what three SUVs mean in this neighborhood.Fourteen men got out.Steel pipes. Every one of them.The leader was a man in his late twenties. He would have been unremarkable except for the scar, a long, pale line running from the outer corner of his left eye all the way to the jaw, as though someone had tried to divide his face in half and almost succeeded. It gave his ex
CHAPTER 30: The Female Tyrannosaurus
Scar made sounds that had no dignity in them whatsoever.Each time the heel came down he produced a fresh one, and the people watching from the edges of the street, vendors, residents, a few people who had simply been passing through and had stopped because of the noise, looked on with the collective expression of a crowd that has decided it has no opinions about what is currently happening to this particular man."Stop" Scar managed, between sounds. "I'm Ma Nine's man, if you hit me, you can't afford the consequences"Samantha stopped.Scar exhaled.He had time to feel relief for approximately one second.Then the handcuff clicked onto his wrist."It's over," he said. Not to anyone in particular. Just to the universe, acknowledging a fact.He had not recognized her. That was the honest truth of it. As Ma Nine's operational lieutenant for the East Bronx, Scar knew this district thoroughly, its streets, its vendors, its power structures, its people. But he had never had occasion to cro