The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 3205

Chapter 3205

Darryl frowned and stopped Chaplin, 'if you pull out the needles, your father will be in a very critical situation!"

Darryl was not an alarmist. Besides the visible scratches and wounds on the surface, Mr. chase's internal organs were also severely injured. He had sealed Mr. chase's meridians and acupoints with silver needles to stop the injuries from getting worse. The consequences would be disastrous if those needles were pulled out.

Chaplin was infuriated; he cursed at Darryl. "F*ck! Who is this liar? Do you know where you are? How dare you lie here? This is the Bounty Organization."

Chaplin pointed at Darryl. "Tie him up!"

Pitter-patter!

A few people walked up quickly to Darryl and encircled him.

Darryl did not resist; he allowed them to tie him up.

"I've said everything that should be said. You'd regret it later if you don't listen to me!" Darryl quipped. 1

Regret?

Chaplin smirked. He was too lazy to engage in the nonconsequential and talk. He merely waved his hand and signaled to his subordinates to lock Darryl up in the basement at the back of the hall.

Chaplin pulled out those silver needles right after Darryl left.

Huh!

Chaplin was staring nervously at his father the moment he pulled those needles out.

After more than ten seconds, nothing happened to Mr. Chase. Chaplin sneered. "A liar! How dare he scare me!"

The apothecary who had been standing silently next to Chaplin chimed in, "The situation is chaotic now. There are all kinds of scammers coming out of nowhere. Fortunately, we came in time!"

After that, the apothecary ordered them to take Mr. Chase to the room upstairs.

Chaplin did not go with them. Instead, he went downstairs and asked, "what happened to that person just now?"

Chaplin was still angry when he was reminded of the scene earlier.

The receptionist replied in trepidation, "Sorry, the person said he is here to look for Mr. chase. I stopped him but did not manage to send him away in time. It was my fault!"

Chaplin's face was gloomy and sullen. "This can only happen once. I won't spare you if it happens again!"

"Oh, no!"

As Chaplin was talking, he heard a shout from upstairs, and then the apothecary came down, panicked. "The Leader is dying! Come on up!"

What?

Chaplin's expression changed, and he quickly dashed upstairs.

The crowd exchanged looks of horror, and they immediately went after Chaplin.

In the room, they saw Mr. Chase lying on the bed with a pale face. His body trembled, and his wounds were bleeding heavily again. There was no way to stop the bleeding.

Chaplin felt his brain buzzing.

"How could this be?" Chaplin could not help muttering to himself.

The apothecary stood aside, his face no longer wearing the confidence he had before. He cautiously said, "The Leader is too severely injured and lost too much blood. I have tried my best!"

Chaplin was heartbroken. He cried out loud in pain, " Father!"