The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402 

“Tell me, what exactly do you want?” He stared at the director with a cold gaze, 

Something was wrong! 

He felt that the director in front of him was particularly suspicious and must have ulterior motives. 

“What I want to do has nothing to do with you. I’m the director here. Everything concerning the patient must be under my control. If you don’t listen to me, then I’ll have to kick you out!” 

The director stared more aggressively at Haylanand snapped, “Now, let go immediately!” 

Haylan stared at him. Not only did he not let go, but he also increased his strength. 

“Ouch!” 

The director suddenly felt as if his wrist bones were about to break, and the pain distorted his face. He almost fell to his 

knees. 

At that moment, he felt as if his hand was being clamped by a pair of iron tongs, causing him excruciating pain. 

“Say it” Haylan said coldly. 

“Bastard, you, let go of me! The director was furious. 

He took out a syringe from his pocket with his other hand and fiercely jabbed it towards Haylan’s eyes. 

If he was hit, he would definitely be blind. 

This director was ruthless! 

You’re courting death!” 

Haylan’s eyes grew even colder, and he exerted even more force with his hand. 

With a crisp sound, the director’s wrist bone was broken. 

“Ahhh… 

The intense pain immediately caused the director to let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the syringe in his hand fell to the ground. 

His expression was distorted as he said in a trembling voice, “It hurts, it hurts. I. I was wrong. Quick, let go.” 

The pain of a fracture was unbearable for most people. He was in agony, unable to break free, and had no choice but to beg for mercy. 

“What do you want to do?’ Haylan scolded. 

“I’ll talk. It was Rex. He told me that you would come and asked me to find a way to keep you away while leaving Reign for Mr. Horace to play with,” the director trembled and spoke. 

“Mr. Horace. Horace Zabel?” 

“That’s right; it’s him. I-I’m just following orders. Please, let me go 

The medical director looked at Haylan and begged for mercy. 

Upon hearing this, Haylan’s face turned cold. 

Horace, that bastard, actually used such despicable and shameless methods. He was courting death! 

“You are an accomplice with evil intentions. You are a disgrace to the white coat you wear. You are not fit to be a doctor. 

Get out!” 

Haylan kicked the director and sent him flying more than 15 feet away, coughing up blood as he landed. 

After finding a package of silver needles in the ship’s medical office, Haylan closed the medical room door with a loud bang, locked it, and drew the curtains shut.