THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

Cripple Them!

That same night, after Jasmine settled the payment at the hospital administration desk, their mother, Alice, was transferred to a Class A inpatient room. Magnus asked Jasmine and Jonas to stay with her, while he returned to the admin counter.

“I need to speak with the hospital director. Privately. Can you help me get in touch with him?”

The two female staffers behind the counter glanced at each other, confused. One of them asked what it was about. Magnus explained that he wanted to report the terrible thing Dr. Flynn had done to his mother.

Coincidentally, Suzy, the nurse who had been assisting Flynn earlier, showed up. She nodded respectfully when she locked eyes with Magnus. Seeing him bring his mother out of a coma had completely changed her perception of him. She started wondering if Magnus might actually be a medical expert himself, but for some reasons he’s hiding his true identity.

Suzy had come over to inform the staff about another patient she’s handling that night. After hearing what Magnus was asking from the staffs, she stepped in and nudged them.

“Just tell Dr. Calvin it’s about the patient who suddenly woke up after three years in a coma. He will surely pay attention to unusual medical events like this,” Suzy said.

The woman behind the admin counter nodded and made the call.

Magnus thanked Suzy. She replied with a polite smile and a slight nod, then excused herself and walked off to resume her duties.

After hanging up the phone, one of the admin staff said to Magnus, “Dr. Calvin is willing to meet you tomorrow morning. You can go straight to his office at ten.”

Magnus nodded and thanked her. As he turned to head back to his mother’s room, he was surprised to see Jonas walking quickly in his direction.

“Where are you going?” Magnus asked.

“Home. Jasmine asked me to bring some clothes for Mom.”

“I’ll go with you. There’s something I want to grab too.”

Jonas didn’t respond. He just walked past Magnus with a scowl.

Magnus didn’t care. He followed his younger brother out through the hospital’s main entrance. Outside, he led Jonas to the red sports car—once owned by Julius’s friends, now his.

“So… how’s life been for you these past three years?” Magnus tried to break the ice once they were inside the car.

Jonas stayed silent. He kept his eyes forward, refusing to even look at Magnus.

Magnus sighed. Jasmine had come around quickly, but clearly, it would take more time with Jonas. He could feel the resentment radiating from his youngest sibling. Jonas still hated him—deeply.

The red sports car pulled away from the hospital. A few seconds later, a black sedan followed.

Inside the sedan were two men. One of them was Frank.

“You sure that’s the same car we saw on the Apple & Poison surveillance footage?” Frank asked.

“Positive, sir. Same model, same color, same plates,” replied the young cop driving the car.

Like the officer, Frank was wearing plain clothes. They were on a covert stakeout. Frank had tracked Magnus down at the hospital after his men followed his trail.

Magnus had no idea he was being watched—or so Frank thought. For him, this was the perfect setup. He planned to collect every piece of information he could about Magnus and his bizarre return… quietly.

...

Meanwhile, back at the Barbosa mansion, in Julius’s bedroom…

Flynn was giving Julius emergency medical treatment under the tight watch of Marco and several private bodyguards.

Flynn had removed the glass shards embedded in Julius’s upper chest and had stitched up the torn and punctured wounds.

But the right wrist? That was another story.

Magnus had shattered the bones there—completely crushed them. No way to fix that without a complex, high-risk surgery.

“When can you undergo the surgery? Tomorrow?” Marco asked coldly.

Flynn wanted to explain that he would need at least a week to prepare everything for a complex surgery like that. But when he looked into Marco’s furious eyes, he swallowed his words and nodded.

He was still reeling from what had happened at the hospital—his humiliating defeat, Magnus’s threats echoing in his ears.

He regretted answering Marco’s emergency call. If he messed up, Marco might just order his guards to beat him to death.

Marco was indeed in a bad mood. He was still waiting for word from Frank on Magnus’s whereabouts. And when Flynn explained the damage to Julius’s wrist, his temper got even worse. He nearly pulled out his gun right then and there to shoot Flynn in the head.

“Make sure the surgery goes smoothly tomorrow,” Marco said coldly. “If it doesn’t, be ready to deal with the consequences.”

Flynn swallowed hard. If he’d known things would go this far—if he’d realized he’d be gambling not just his career but his life—he would’ve turned down Marco’s conspiracy offer three years ago.

Ring! Ring!

Marco’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen. Incoming call from Frank.

“Keep an eye on him,” he said to his guards before stepping out.

He then left Julius’s room, walked into his private office, sat down on the long couch, and answered the call.

“You got something?”

[I’m tailing him right now. He was at the hospital earlier. And guess what? He’s driving Julius’s friend’s red sports car.]

Marco frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

[That bastard must’ve taken the car by force. Combine that with what he did to Julius and his friends at Apple & Poison. Boom! We’re looking at some serious criminal charges here. Why don’t we just arrest him? I can bring in two squads and take him down.]

Marco thought for a second, then said, “Not yet. Stick to the plan.”

[You sure? He doesn’t know he’s being followed. I think it’s the perfect time to hit him.]

“Don’t rush it. We still don’t know what that bastard is planning. Just stay on him.”

[Fine. If that’s what you want.]

“Where’s he headed now?”

[Hmm… looks like he’s going to his family’s house.]

“He alone?”

[No. His younger brother’s in the car with him.]

Marco paused, crossing one leg over the other.

“You know… I wouldn’t mind if you taught him a little lesson. Just make sure he doesn’t see you. Got it?”

[This is what I mean. Okay. Copy that.]

...

Magnus and Jonas exited their house, each carrying a packed bag—one duffel, one backpack.

They had just gotten into the car when Magnus sensed something off. He told Jonas to get out and check the front right tire.

His hunch was right. The tire was flat.

Then Jonas checked the left side—also flat.

‘Coincidence? Doesn’t feel like it,’ Magnus thought, eyes narrowing.

He stepped out, went around to the trunk in the back, and popped it open to check for a spare.

But nope. Nothing was there.

Magnus exhaled. As far as he knew, there wasn’t a repair shop nearby. Should they call a taxi?

“Hey, Magnus. Look at them,” Jonas said.

Magnus closed the trunk and turned toward where Jonas was pointing.

A group of men had just walked onto their property—each carrying a long metal rod.

“Hey, that’s not your car, is it? You know what happens to foolish thieves around here?”

The one who spoke had a round head and a thick build. He grinned arrogantly, tapping the metal rod against the ground.

“Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing on my family’s property?” Magnus snapped, stepping in front of Jonas.

The round-headed man smirked. “Who we are doesn’t matter. What we’re here for—you’ll find out real soon.”

His smirk widened. Then he raised the rod high in the air and pointed it forward.

“Cripple them!”

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