Winner Takes All novel Chapter 548

Although separated by a distance.

Looking down from above with a bright light shed by a torch, Jack could see very clearly.

This corpse was the middle aged man who tried to kill him just a moment ago!

Jack turned numb in an instant, with sweat forming on his forehead.

How long had it been since this middle aged man had left, walking out from the mountains with sprawling forest and then being killed?

They had just walked out, although not faster than the middle aged man, the time gap still shouldn’t make so much difference.

In other words, this man had been killed very recently.

Thinking of this mighty man that made Jack desperate, the scene before him seemed like a dream, it was just too unbelievable.

He really couldn’t believe what he was seeing!

“Brent, take me over to him!”

Jack patted Brent’s shoulders.

Meanwhile, two of Jack’s staff who had already inspected the body earlier looked back and gestured everyone else to come over.

Brent then followed and walked over to the middle aged man’s body with Jack on his back, whose shock continued to expand in his mind instead of just fading away.

The corpse of the middle aged man was lying flat on the ground, with the blood dripping from his body not yet solidified, and the alright clear slash wound on his neck.

“He was killed by a knife!”

Brent blurted out.

As soon as he said this, Jack trembled.

How powerful was the person who killed the middle aged man ?

Was there really anyone capable of this in this world?

Full of disbelief, Jack gazed at the corpse of the middle aged man.

What happened in front of him dispelled any sense of doubt. since there was no way to refute the fact.

From the scene in front of them it was completely clear what had happened.

The middle aged man had just walked out from the forest, encountered someone powerful but unknown and then was killed by the knife instantly.

“It seems he really was just killed a short while ago.”

One of Jack’s investigator said in a deep voice.

There were many ways to determine the time of death.

Suddenly.

A chill ran down Jack’s back.

Still in a daze he then thought of the stone that had just been shot into the air before.

Perhaps… the reason for the middle aged man to retreat was not that he feared Mr. Ward or Brent, but that he was afraid of the person who had been throwing the stones.

“Stay alert!”

Mr. Ward’s shouted out sharply, with his face solemn.

Then in an instant.

Dozens of Jack’s personnel then spread out in circle with caution.

Jack was still on Brent’s back, lost in a daze.

Not because of the bloody site in front of him but because this middle aged corpse and the person who had secretly helped him.

Who exactly was the person that did this?

Why did he possess such arbitrary force ?

It seemed that this powerful middle aged man never expected his fate of being murdered with a knife after he decided to run away.

Jack was breathing hard, trying hard to control his emotions.

Brent and Mr. Ward also noticed the change in Jack’s mood.

Mr. Ward hurriedly approached Jack and whispered softly into his ear, “Master Hughes, this is a good thing for us.”

To be honest this really was a good thing.

The middle aged man had once witnessed Jack stand up, and that the disability was just a disguise.

Now with the death of this man, it can be assured this information will never be exposed.

A dead man can never speak again after all.

This meant that they didn’t need to worry about that man not keeping their secret, and now their worries went away.

“I, I know.”

Mr. Ward then instructed all of Jack’s office to leave during midnight.

Brent and Mr. Ward had personally arranged for Jack and Lyndall to be hospitalized.

Director Lansing’s expression sank when he saw Jack covered in wounds.

But in the end he held back his thoughts and took Jack into the emergency room.

Mr. Ward and Brent sat quietly outside the emergency room.

Brent then thought about Mr. Ward’s reaction when he saw the token earlier, and since they were alone he started to become curious.

Just as he was about to ask about it, Mr. Ward who was rubbing his hands suddenly raised his head and looked at Brent.

The stern look in his eyes made Brent swallow back his words and said nothing.

After having waited for one hour.

Jack was finally taken out of the emergency room and transferred to the VIP ward.

Lyndall’s injuries were more severe and was really on the verge of dying, so it would take longer to determine whether he would be ok or not.

Inside the ward.

It was deathly silent.

Only the faint sound of the monitoring instrument was heard very clearly.

Jack was lying on the hospital bed and looked quietly at Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward was looking very strange; he was sat on the sofa continuously rubbing his hands together with a solemn expression.

Since Jack had been taken to the VIP ward, Mr. Ward remained silent, and had not even asked about Jack’s injuries.

“Mr. Ward…”

Brent yelled.

Mr. Ward trembled and looked up at Brent in shock.

All of a sudden, he then felt Jack’s gaze and was suddenly awakened from his trance.

Mr. Ward got up and closed the windows of the room, then shut the curtains and told Brent to help inspect the surroundings.

Once they had confirmed that no one was around, only then did Mr. Ward take out the”Powell” token.

He was holding the token in both hands and his hands were trembling so much that he was struggling to control himself…