King's Back

Chapter 58 What Else Can You Not Do

Gabriel even showed a look of lingering desire, and if the centipede and others hadn't just returned, he could have enjoyed a live performance.

"What are you still doing? Take that man! You dare to venture on my turf. You must want to die."

Aiden cursed secretly in his heart, strange things happened every year, and this year was especially so. Jackson had almost driven him crazy, and now a white man in a sexy suit appeared again. What the hell was this?

"I advise you not to do it, or you will regret."

Gabriel rose slowly to his feet, emitting a strong aura.

"Shit, who do you think you are. I will kill you!"

Then a younger man took out the stick and rushed at Gabriel.

Bam!

Before the young man could get close to him, he flew out upside down and fell directly on the opposite wall. Before he even screamed, his neck crooked and no one knew whether he was alive or dead.

The people present didn't even see how he did it.

Everyone gasped.

Aiden frowned, revealing a solemn look.

"It turns out that you are a master. May I know which school are you in?"

Gabriel gave a sardonic smile as he stepped across from Aiden and sat down. He grabbed a goblet, poured himself a glass of red wine, and took a leisure drink.

And none of them dared to do anything, for they saw a clear sense of murder in the white man.

As a matter of fact, if anyone dared to do anything, their fate would be worse than that boy.

Aiden's sweat began to break out and he feels the pressure from Gabriel.

"Boy, if this were overseas, you'd be worth ten deaths in my temper, and believe me, you're nothing to me."

Aiden looked at Gabriel and discreetly asked, "Bro, what do you want?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Relax, I didn't come here to kill you. If I want to kill you, you'd be dead already."

"I just want to warn you. Don't mess with Jackson again, and don't try to talk to Dolcie. That's it. If you don't listen to me, next time, I'm going to kill you."

The last sentence was stressed with cold.

Aiden trembled a little.

Gabriel said no more. He got up and swaggered out the front door.

Aiden was speechless when his eyes fell on Gabriel's wine glass.

When he took a closer look, he could not help but pale, because the bottom of the goblet was embedded in the mahogany tea table.

The power of embedding the blunt, crisp bottom of the cup into the wood without a sound was terrifying.

The glass had been integrated with the wood.

Aiden looked a little more somber.

He didn’t believe that guy came here for Jackson. When did that crap have such a great helper?

No, it was not Jackson who was powerful. Would it be the Clark family who sent the helper? It was very likely!

In fact, before coming to Surper, Jackson had told Gabriel to be low-profiled as much as possible in Surper.

In foreign countries, everything was based on strength. For those who dared to provoke, Jackson would like Gabriel to kill them directly. It didn’t matter.

But in Surper, Gabriel would only use shock and awe. If only Aiden was smart. Otherwise Gabriel had countless ways to kill him without him even knowing it. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get out, get out, all of you!” Aiden impatiently kicked out the young model and his men.

Thinking for a moment, he took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number.

The phone was quickly connected. Aiden spoke into the phone with respect.

"Now, Mr. Faraday, there's something very difficult to deal with, and I want you to do it yourself."

"Yes, three days later... You can come, can't you? Good, good. I would be waiting for you."

Jackson picked Dolcie up at the end of the night, and Jackson had been good since he angered Dolcie for coming home late.

Jackson, however, found Dolcie opening her notebook and stacks of papers as soon as she returned. It seemed that she was very busy.

Jackson took a glance at her and found that she was checking the medical terminology and laughed,

“IHE stands for Integrating the Healthcare Enterprise. You don’t need to check it.”

Dolcie was a little stunned, picked up a bilingual medical dictionary, looked it up and asked,

"How do you even know that?"

Jackson was a waiter in a foreign country. How could he possibly know a term that only foreign doctors would understand?

"I've volunteered in hospitals abroad before, so I know something about it." Jackson explained with a smile.

"What about this one?" Dolcie pointed incredulously at the text term.

"PEIS, its full name is Physical Examination Information System."

"You got it."

Jackson, who worked at the Mayo Clinic for two years and was still a visiting professor at the clinic, had no problem with the terminology.

"Well, you surprised me." Dolcie now believed in Jackson, a guy who never failed to surprise her.

Then Dolcie threw him a file and said,

"Look, this is the next project we are going to talk about."

Jackson took it in his hand and looked at it. He figured out what the project was.

Y City had made great progress in recent years. It had promulgated many preferential policies, among which the most favorable industry was the medical industry.

Not long ago, Y City officially announced that it would carry out a large medical project and seek for cooperation with a local group. Every firm could bid for the contract.

This cooperative project would build ten hospitals around Y City.

The profits of the medical industry were, so to speak, enormous, and Dolcie was unlikely to pass up such a big piece of fat.

But instead of just checking the project book, as in the past, the Medical Institute in Y City will decide who was the most qualified.

The experts in the Medical Institute were famous medical masters with great prestige. Therefore, it was necessary to make full preparations to get their favor.

If they got the bid, it was no exaggeration to say that a company with market value of ten million enterprises could soar to one hundred million.

So, Dolcie had spent the last few days working overtime to prepare for the bid, as well as reading up on foreign sources.

But Dolcie also had to look it up in the dictionary when she met some terminologies, which wasted a lot of time.

"What are you doing there? Hurry up and translate the documents."

Jackson was stunned. "Dolcie, what were you saying? You want me to translate it?"

He wanted to pretend to be something in front of his wife, but he didn't want to be an interpreter.

"Quickly, I need it tomorrow, or why should I give you the documents? If you do not translate it tonight, do not sleep." Dolcie ordered.

Jackson looked at the medical documents of a hundred pages and felt upset.