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Chapter 142
Secondly, his blood and energy were largely depleted. He was aged and had sustained injuries back
when he was younger, so it was a matter of course that the loss was serious.
Thirdly, his nerves were traumatized. They required specific needling and herbs to nourish them back to
recovery.
The easiest to treat among the three was actually the severed tendons, as Kayson had already
reconnected them for Hugh. The hardest was the third–he knew the needling method, but the herb was a
challenge to find.
He was in the forest to try his luck.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a long time of strolling in there, he only managed to find some aiding herbs, but the main herb was
nowhere to be seen.
Kayson could only call Michael. “Uncle Michael, can I ask for your help to look for a herb named
Ennead–Liche?” “Of course!” Michael was more than happy to do that for Kayson. Kayson chortled.
“Remember to let me know when you‘ve found it.” “Don‘t worry! I‘ll get it as soon as I can!” Kayson then
described the appearance and characteristics of the Ennead–Liche to Michael. “Right, Kayson...”
Michael‘s tone turned hesitant. “I might need your help with something.” “Do tell, Uncle Michael!” “My
father received a death threat just now.” Michael‘s tone was grim. “Mr. Whitman Sr. will be ambushed
tonight?” asked Kayson. “It‘s possible. Are you free tonight?” “I am. Why don‘t you give me the address?
I‘ll go there directly.” The Whitmans had been consistently providing him intelligence and information, so
it was only reasonable for Kayson to repay them. “That‘d be great!”
Michael heaved in relief. He felt more assured with Kayson‘s promise. Kayson left the forest and went to
the address Michael had given him.
Meanwhile...
A Maybach with the highest specifications was zooming down the highway from Skyspring to Clouspring.
Four people were in the car, including the driver—a middle–aged man around 40 years old, an older man
around 60 years old, and a younger man about 25–26 years old.
The younger man was Tuckson‘s son, Lincoln Allen. Lincoln had been sent to learn martial arts from a
master many years ago, and he rarely contacted home since the recent years were pivotal to him.
Just a few days ago, though, he had completed his mentor‘s request, and he could leave. Needless to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsay, he first called home during the happiest moment in his life, only to be struck by a thunderbolt!
His uncle, Patrick, and younger cousin, Hector, were dead! His father, Tuckson, was wheelchair –bound
as a paralyzed handicap. This nearly made him lose his mind, and he asked his seniors to go back to
Clouspring with him to take revenge.
“Lincoln, we‘re reaching your hometown Clouspring soon. Are you nervous since you haven‘t been back
for so long?”
“A little. I wonder if it has changed a lot,” Lincoln answered with a resentful expression. The change was
no longer important as there were too many changes in the Allens itself!
His senior, Rowan Todd, smiled. “Don‘t worry, Lincoln. Since I‘m here with you, it means the end for
Kayson Yarde!
“I‘ll give you a hand in your revenge. You can torture him all you want after I immobilize him.”
There was burning hatred in Lincoln‘s eyes as he breathed in deeply. “That‘s certain with you around! I‘ll
make sure death doesn‘t come easy to Kayson Yarde!”
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