The soldier then looked at Presiding judge in surprise. “You're the presiding judge of the court, Preston Sharpe?”
Preston nodded. “I am. Do you know me?”
All of a sudden, the soldier waved his hand and cried out, “Men, our target's here. Arrest him!”
That took Preston aback.
What the hell is going on? Why are you arresting me? They can't have set up the roadblock to get me, right? What
have I done?
Without wasting another second, the soldiers began forcibly dragging Preston out of his car and into a military
vehicle at the side.
Preston never even got the chance to defend himself.
Half an hour later, Ernest was running out of patience waiting for Preston's arrival.
If everything went well, Uncle Preston should be here by now, but he isn't. Could it be that something happened to
him?
Worried, Ernest then secretly sent Preston a message: Uncle Preston, why aren't you here yet? They're killing me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI'll give ten million. I'll give you ten million this time. This is really urgent! Please come and save me right away!
Sole Wolf noticed what he was doing, and he quickly snatched the phone away from Ernest. After a glance at the
message, he grinned, his teeth baring.
“Ha. A nobody like you can actually give out ten million just like this? It seems like you've done a lot of terrible
things, huh? How can someone like you be a doctor? You're a f*cking robber!”
Infuriated, Zeke kicked Ernest to the floor.
After all, Zeke, too, was someone in the medical field. What he could not stand was doctors throwing aside their
principles for money.
Ernest could not catch his breath from the agony he felt from that kick.
Silently, he swore to himself that he was going to teach Zeke a lesson once his uncle arrived. At the very least, he
was going to make Zeke be at the verge of death.
Right as he was contemplating about his revenge, his phone abruptly rang. It was a call from his uncle, Preston.
Ernest was overjoyed. Undoubtedly, Uncle Preston is here and have called to ask my whereabouts!
Thus, Ernest promptly picked up the call and said, “Uncle Preston, you've reached, right? I'm at Room 302, so come
over quickly.”
Unexpectedly, Preston began shouting and cursing at him.
“You b*stard, who the hell did you cross? Are you trying to drag me down with you?”
Ernest was speechless for a moment.
What? What's going on? Why is Uncle Preston cursing at me? He was not like that a while ago.
Hence, Ernest swiftly asked, “Uncle Preston, what's going on? Where are you right now?”
Preston snapped, “Where am I? Are you asking me where I am? D*mn you, I'm in the Military District's cell right
now. I'm in deep trouble, all because of you!”
Ernest's heart nearly leaped out of his throat. “The Military District's cell? Why did you go to the Military District's
cell?”
What a f*cking idiot!
Preston then cursed, “Do you really think that I came in here with my own free will? Obviously someone threw me
in here! Here's a warning for you: You better confess all those horrible things you've done. If you drag me to hell
with you, I'm going to make a mess of your family's graves!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPreston was so furious he had forgotten that he shared the same family with Ernest, and thus, he was cursing at
himself as well.
Realizing that something was amiss, Ernest quickly lied, “Uncle Preston, I've never done anything horrible. What am
I supposed to confess about?”
What answered Ernest was Preston's screams of pain.
“Argh! Stop! Don't hit me anymore! I'm sorry! I really am! I- I'll tell you everything! That b*stard Ernest would kill his
patient for money!”
Click.
The call ended.
Gulp.
Ernest began swallowing as he turned to look at Zeke in fear.
At that moment, Zeke and the others were all staring at him with amused looks on their faces.
Ernest stammered out, “W-Who are you? How are you capable of getting the Provincial Military District to help you
out?”
Sole Wolf scoffed. “The Provincial Military District? Ha. Aren't you looking down on us? We can even command the
Glasbury's Military District!”