2025-05-07 16:27:26At that moment, Adrian—who had finally pieced everything together—felt a surge of fury so intense he could’ve killed Dr. Martinez on the spot.
But instead, to protect his own reputation, Dr. Martinez pretended he had everything under control, ignoring the fact that Arlo’s life was on the line. He couldn’t fool Adrian—he might have fooled others, but not himself.
When Adrian burst into the room, Dr. Martinez looked up with a somber expression and said, “Mr. Lewis, I’m truly sorry. I couldn’t save your father—”
It felt like lightning had struck him. Adrian froze, staring at the bed, his body trembling.
Arlo lay there, covered in silver needles, his body streaked with blood. He looked absolutely broken.
“Grandpa…” Ivory rushed in right behind and collapsed to the floor at the sight. She sobbed uncontrollably, her voice cracking as she cried out.
Dr. Martinez stepped forward. “Please accept my condolences. His time had come.”
Adrian struck him across the face with the back of his hand, sending the doctor crashing into a nearby cabinet.
“You bastard!” he yelled. “You hypocritical fraud—I’ll kill you!”
Adrian kicked him repeatedly, each blow landing with a thud, while Dr. Martinez screamed and writhed on the floor.
“That’s enough.”
Hudson’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. Adrian paused, breathing hard, his eyes still burning with rage as he glared down at the man who had failed his father.
Bruised and shaken, Dr. Martinez struggled to his feet and shouted, “You said it yourself—if I couldn’t save him, I wouldn’t be held responsible! And now you beat me?”
“Do you even know who I am? I have connections with every major martial family in the region!”
“I swear, if I don’t get a proper apology, I’ll make sure your family is blacklisted in Beverly. You won’t be able to survive here!”
Even after everything, the man still didn’t accept blame.
Adrian raised his hand again, but Dr. Martinez flinched and stumbled back, fear finally settling on his face.
Adrian didn’t want to cause more chaos—not now, not while his father’s body was still warm.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Then he turned to the bed, dropped to his knees, and broke down.
“Dad… I’m so sorry. I failed you. I wasn’t a good son…”
Ivory knelt beside him, crying just as hard. “Grandpa… I thought we could still fix this. I really thought bringing Hudson in might help…”
But it was too late. They had trusted the wrong man, and now there was no turning back.
“Why are you crying?” Hudson said, stepping forward. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
The three of them froze, their grief briefly interrupted by his words.
Ivory was the first to react, her mind flashing back to all the moments when Hudson had accurately diagnosed her grandfather’s condition—when he’d warned them about Dr. Martinez and predicted this outcome. His confidence, his insight—it all made sense now.
Could it be? Could there still be hope?
She stood up, almost stumbling, and looked at him with wide, desperate eyes. “Hudson… Are you saying you can still save him?”
Adrian looked up too, searching Hudson’s face, clinging to the possibility.
Hudson gave a small nod. “Yeah. Otherwise, do you really think I’d just stand here and watch him die? I didn’t step in earlier because I wanted you to see someone’s true colors,” Hudson said coldly, glancing at Dr. Martinez, who stood there frozen in shock.
Then Hudson rolled up his sleeves, extended his hand over Arlo’s body, and with one sweeping motion, all the silver needles embedded in Arlo’s skin flew out—like metal pulled by a magnet—and clung tightly to Hudson’s palm.
As the needles came out, blood started to gush from Arlo’s body again. But Hudson’s right hand shot out with incredible speed, pressing several points on Arlo’s torso, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.
Dr. Martinez, who’d been the target of Hudson’s earlier criticism, was furious—until he saw what Hudson had done. His rage faded into disbelief. His eyes widened.
In all his years of practicing medicine, he’d never seen a technique like that. It looked rough, unrefined—but it worked.
“Hudson... is my grandpa really going to wake up?” Ivory asked through her tears, still struggling to believe what she’d just witnessed.
“It’s not a big deal,” Hudson replied calmly as he picked up a spare cloth, wiped the blood from Arlo’s body, and dropped the used needles aside.
Could he really bring someone back from the dead?
Even Dr. Martinez didn’t know what to believe. As a doctor, he had already checked Arlo’s vitals before Adrian entered the room—he was certain the man was gone. No breath. No heartbeat.
And yet… Hudson was acting like this was something he could fix.
Within seconds, Hudson had inserted forty-nine silver needles into precise points on Arlo’s body.
Dr. Martinez’s jaw dropped. “That’s… the Infinite Needle Technique…” he whispered, eyes wide with awe. He was so stunned he didn’t even notice the pain from his earlier beating.
Memories came rushing back.
When he was a young apprentice, traveling with his master, they had once treated a dying war hero in California. Moved by the man’s contributions, his master had used this exact needle technique—the Infinite Needle—to extend his life by six months.
At the time, his master had told him, “This technique can defy death itself. As long as the person has just stopped breathing, this method can bring them back. It can even extend life. It’s a true miracle.”
His master had only learned a partial version of the method from a damaged medical text. Even so, it had saved countless lives.
On his deathbed, the master had said, “Don’t stop searching for the complete version of the Infinite Needle. And if you ever find it—burn a copy at my grave.”
For decades, Dr. Martinez had searched. But few had even heard of the method, and most dismissed it as legend.
Eventually, he gave up hope. And now, right in front of him, Hudson was using it—perfectly.
Hudson’s technique was deliberate and confident. After placing all forty-nine needles, he didn’t insert another. Instead, he began stimulating specific points with light taps of his fingers.
Dr. Martinez held his breath, watching every move. He counted the needles again—forty-nine exactly. The technique's name came from the ancient divination system of the 50 yarrow stalks of Dayan, with one removed to symbolize the unknown.
Hudson’s understanding of the method was beyond anything Dr. Martinez had ever seen.
Eventually, Hudson began to remove the needles—one from the left, then one from the right, slow and controlled.
Ivory and Adrian watched anxiously. The needles were out, but Arlo still wasn’t moving.
“Hudson… my grandfather…” Ivory began. “Why hasn’t he woken up yet?”
“He’s one punch away,” Hudson replied calmly.
‘One punch away? What the hell did that mean?’ both Ivory and Adrian asked in their mind.
And was about to ask when Hudson suddenly drew back his fist and delivered a solid punch straight to Arlo’s chest.
“Ahem—”
Arlo’s body jerked, and he coughed. His eyes fluttered open.
Behind them, Dr. Martinez stumbled forward and dropped to his knees in front of Hudson.
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“What the hell are you doing?”Warren’s voice cracked with rage as he glared at Hudson, his whole body trembling. He had only meant to humiliate Hudson by making him shine his shoes, but instead, Hudson had casually stepped on them, grinding yellow mud from his own soles into Warren’s polished leather.The once-pristine shoes now looked like they’d been dragged out of a dumpster. The humiliation burned inside Warren like molten lava.“Didn’t you ask me to shine your shoes?” Hudson said evenly, as if nothing was wrong. “You never specified how. I figured using my own shoes was the quickest way.” He smirked faintly. “Well, they’re polished. Now it’s time to pay up.”He calmly extended his hand.Warren’s fists clenched, his face twisting with fury. He knew Hudson was mocking him outright. The embarrassment was unbearable.Before Warren could snap, his date stepped forward, voice sharp and shrill. “Do you have any idea how expensive those shoes are?!” she snapped, glaring at Hudson. “Who
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That night was a blur of passion. For the first time, both of them gave in, letting go of every restraint. Again and again, they clung to each other until exhaustion finally took over.By early morning, Ivory had to leave for work. She was tired but reluctant to go, stealing one last look before stepping out.Hudson, worn out from the night before, slept until noon. When he finally stirred, he stretched out on the recliner in his backyard, staring at the drifting clouds. His thoughts grew complicated.He remembered promises made in the past. Promises with Freya that never reached the point of marriage. They had drifted apart, no matter how much they once meant to each other. Then there was Ivory. He never really thought things between them would go this far, but now, somehow, they had. Life, he realized, never followed the plans people set.He sighed, lost in thought, until his phone buzzed.“Hudson, do you remember the auction I mentioned last night?” Ivory’s voice came through the
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Even for a trained martial artist, it’s hard to fully control the body’s instinctive reactions in certain moments.It had been five years since Hudson and Freya married. Their union had happened quickly, without much foundation, and in the beginning Freya simply needed time. Later, she grew distant, avoiding him whenever possible. Because Hudson lived so low-key, she never truly looked at him as her husband, and so, five years passed without him ever touching her.Out of respect, Hudson never forced anything. The closest they had come to intimacy was holding hands. In the early days of their marriage, she would at least allow that much, but over time, even that faded. Whenever he came near, she would instinctively recoil.Seeing that she wanted nothing to do with him, Hudson gave up trying.But a woman’s body carries a power of its own, a kind of invisible pull on a man. Now, with Ivory pressed against him, Hudson felt his self-control falter. He immediately tried to channel his qi to
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Right now, Wilfred was truly furious.As a seasoned powerhouse, he alone understood just how terrifying Hudson really was. He thought the same way Arlo did: this was a man you simply couldn’t afford to provoke.Yes, there had been bad blood between them before, but as the saying goes, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. Wilfred had already made up his mind: with someone like Hudson on their side, the Anderson family’s future could rise to unimaginable heights. But if they provoked him? The Andersons could vanish from Beverly Hills overnight.The thought chilled him to the bone. And here was his own grandson, still mouthing off, still pushing the limits.Wilfred realized he had spoiled William far too much. If he kept letting him act like this, the family would be destroyed in his hands sooner or later. Today, for the sake of giving Hudson an explanation, and for the Anderson family’s survival, William had to learn his lesson.“Grandpa, why?” William’s voice crack
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Inside the house, the air was heavy and still.Wilfred, a martial artist in the early stages of mastery, had cold sweat running down his forehead. His legs trembled uncontrollably. Since the day he set foot on the martial arts path, he had never felt fear like this.The Anderson family had already spent ten billion to treat William. Sure, they were one of the wealthiest families in Beverly Hills, with businesses spread across the city and assets impossible to count, but ten billion wasn’t pocket change. You didn’t just pull out another ten billion as if it were nothing.If they had to spend that amount again for his other son, it could seriously cripple the family’s resources. They’d have to think twice about every decision, from business expansion to even their daily lifestyle.As much as he respected Hudson’s incredible skill, Wilfred simply couldn’t afford another round of treatment at that price. For the sake of the family’s future, he forced a polite cough and said carefully, “Dr
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There was a sudden silence.Everyone turned to Johnny, confused about why he was so worked up.“Johnny, are you out of your mind?” Wilfred asked sharply.Johnny’s face was pale, his voice trembling. “It’s him. It’s him! He’s the one who crippled young Master.”The room froze.Wilfred’s entire body trembled. His bloodshot eyes slowly shifted to Hudson, his voice shaking as he asked, “You… you’re the one who shattered my grandson’s meridians?”At that moment, Wilfred’s rage nearly exploded.The so-called miracle doctor, the man he had just paid ten billion to heal his grandson, turned out to be the same person who destroyed him in the first place?It was too outrageous to believe.And then, in a flash of clarity, Wilfred finally understood why Arlo had stepped in on Hudson’s behalf back at the Lewis estate. They had known all along. They had played him for a fool.“Ahhh!”Blinded by fury, Wilfred forgot everything Johnny had told him earlier, that Hudson might be a martial artist in the
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