Chapter 9: Kneel

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Dylan didn't respond but nodded grimly, indicating he agreed with Troy's suggestion. Troy, with a wicked grin, turned to Marty and waved his hand. "Get on with it!" Marty stretched lazily, ready to take on the small fries when… "Stop!" A thunderous voice rang out from the entrance as a burly man stormed in. It was Jerry, who had come for treatment from Marty. Seeing Jerry, Dylan and his crew froze in fear. "Jerry!" Dylan stammered as he walked toward him. Jerry was a big name in the underworld, while Dylan was just a small-time thug. In terms of power and influence, there was no comparison. Smack! Jerry's hand swung across Dylan's face with force. "You dared to cause trouble at my good friend's clinic?!" Jerry roared. The slap sent Dylan sprawling to the ground. His subordinates stood dumbfounded, steel pipes dropping from their hands. Dylan spat out two broken teeth, scrambling to his feet. "Jerry, I..." His mind was reeling. The Santee family had told him the target was just some low-level driver with no connections! How could this driver be so close to Jerry? Smack! He received another slap from Jerry. "You know what to do next, don't you?" "Yes! Yes!" Dylan, now thoroughly submissive, bowed repeatedly to Marty. "I'm sorry! I didn't know who you were. Please, let me off this once!" "I'm about to treat Jerry, and I don't want any disturbances," Marty said calmly. Before he finished his sentence, Marty leaped forward and kicked the loudest instigator, Troy. Crack! The sole of Marty's shoe connected with Troy's chest, the sound of breaking bones echoing. Troy was flung ten meters out of the clinic, tumbling down the steps, leaving him lying in a heap, bleeding and trembling in shock. An expert! An absolute expert! Dylan and his men were paralyzed with fear, their heads bowed low, not daring to utter a sound. Even Jerry was taken aback by Marty's prowess. "Kneel outside," Jerry ordered. In the underworld, reputation is everything. Jerry was known for being principled but ruthless. When he gave an order, especially to kneel, Dylan had no choice but to comply. Moreover, Marty, this seemingly ordinary driver, was far more formidable than Jerry himself. So, dejected and defeated, Dylan led his men to kneel outside the clinic. Inside, Jerry's Dantian had been injured, making it difficult for him to gather strength. According to traditional medicine, his condition was almost untreatable. But Marty had learned unique techniques from a master, so this wasn't a major issue for him. Marty had Jerry lift his shirt and carefully inserted three needles into his lower abdomen. Once the needles were in place, Marty flicked each one, causing them to vibrate violently, drawing energy from all parts of Jerry's body to his Dantian. For the first time in ages, Jerry felt power surging through his Dantian. "Amazing!" Jerry exclaimed. "Marty, you're truly a miracle worker!" Marty shrugged. "It's not a big deal. I just repaired your meridian pathways. You'll be fine from now on." The procedure lasted about ten minutes. Once finished, Marty withdrew the needles. Jerry pulled out a blank check. "Marty, write any amount you want for the consultation fee!" What a straightforward man. Marty respected Jerry's boldness. Initially, Marty thought of refusing the payment to build a friendship, but then realized accepting the fee would also help strengthen their bond. So, he filled in $20,000 on the check. Jerry, thinking the amount was too low, kept his thoughts to himself. Instead, he simply said, "Marty, let's be friends!" "Of course," Marty smiled. "If you ever run into any trouble, you can count on me." That was precisely what Jerry had hoped to hear. As they stepped outside, Marty glanced at Troy, still lying on the ground, bleeding. He casually stepped on Troy's leg. "Oww!" Troy howled in agony. "Sir! I was wrong! I was wrong!" At that moment, two business cars screeched to a stop at the clinic's entrance. Several uniformed security guards rushed out, and leading them was a striking woman. She wore a tight sleeveless top and fitted black pants, her curvaceous figure both strong and alluring. Her powerful, long legs exuded a perfect blend of strength and grace. Her shoulder-length hair framed a face marked by a heroic aura reminiscent of a female warrior. This woman was Graeme Thubron, head of security at Allure Group, someone Marty knew well. Graeme had previously served in the special forces but had been discharged under mysterious circumstances and even spent time in prison. After that, she joined Allure Group and gained the trust of Eileen, the company's head. Eileen had sent Graeme to protect Marty. Surveying the scene, Graeme was momentarily confused. It seemed the thugs had arrived much earlier, but why were they kneeling before Marty? "Are you alright?" Graeme asked as she approached. "I'm fine," Marty said with a grin. "Just a bunch of low-level thugs. I hadn't even counted to three before they were all kneeling. Impressive, right?" Graeme was speechless. She didn't interact with Marty often but had developed a strong dislike for him. She once reported to Eileen that Marty had been offering massages to female employees, which she found inappropriate. Eileen had even scolded Marty because of her report. Now that Eileen was engaged to Marty, Graeme couldn't understand why her boss, someone so strong and wealthy, would marry a man like him. Was it just because he was good at massages? Marty turned to Dylan, taunting him. "Weren't you planning to smash up my clinic and break my legs? Go ahead! Smash it! Break me!" Even Jerry was momentarily taken aback. Despite Marty's impressive status, why was he acting like a petty tyrant? Unbeknownst to them, Marty's playful attitude was just part of his character. When given the chance to show off, he never hesitated to take it.

Chapter 9: Kneel

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