Chapter 1 A Bunch of Losers

In the highest-level meeting room in America…

A dozen bigwigs sat with their chests puffed out, waiting for an important figure to arrive.

Suddenly, a figure in a battle uniform burst into the room.

"Grand General," he said, "General Acosta asked me to deliver a message. She won't be able to make it today."

The old man in the seat of honor, with badges adorning his chest, stood up immediately. "What's going on?"

"Her six-year-old brother has been taken away by the CEO of the Aguirre Group."

"What?"

The expressions of those bigwigs changed at once.

Who was so bold to get his hand on the devil incarnati's brother? He was courting death.

The soldier continued in a hurry, "The fiancée of the CEO of Aguirre Group was in a car accident and urgently needed a blood transfusion. Only General Acosta's younger brother's blood type matched hers, so Mr. Aguirre sent someone to take him."

The old man with badges on his chest turned cold at the thought of the lovely boy he had seen not long ago.

"A blood transfusion? That boy is only six and a half years old. This is crazy!"

The soldier wore a bitter expression. "General Acosta has rushed over. If anything happens to her brother, I'm afraid the Aguirre Group and even the entire city will…"

"Ah!"

The soldier didn't finish his sentence, but everyone sitting at the table took a sharp breath at the same time.

They thought of the formidable woman who rendered meritorious military service at the tender age of 19. They did not doubt that if anything happened to someone she cared about, she would demolish the entire city.

The soldier suddenly glanced at his communicator.

As soon as he saw the message, his expression turned anxious.

"General Acosta has arrived at the Aguirre Hospital!"

The old man spoke sternly upon hearing that.

"Everyone! Follow me to Seattle!"

…

In the center of Seattle City, at the Aguirre Hospital.

In a VIP ward on the top floor, a handsome man in a neat suit exuded a stern aura as he stood before the bed, staring at the woman lying there.

This man was none other than Bill Aguirre, the exalted chairman of the Aguirre Group.

"Bill, I'm fine."

The alluring woman on the sickbed whispered, her face sickly pale.

Behind Bill, his assistant spoke cautiously.

"The lady has lost a lot of blood, but she is out of danger now. As long as she rests for half a year, she will recover."

"Half a year? Haven't you already found someone whose blood type matches Sally's?"

"Yes, but it's a six-year-old boy…"

Before he could finish speaking, Bill interrupted him. "It's an honor for him to be able to help Sally!"

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the woman's eyes as she looked at the assistant.

But then she shook her head slightly.

"Karf… Bill, you can't hurt others because of me. Karf…"

Bill quickly stepped forward to support her and stroked her back while ordering his assistant in a cold voice.

"In half an hour, I want to see enough blood to supplement her body's needs!"

Afraid of offending the powerful man, the assistant nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

He quickly left the ward and went to the temporary blood collection room next door.

As he reached the door, he saw a delicate and beautiful boy being roughly carried into the room by bodyguards.

A dozen doctors and nurses who had been waiting there breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the boy and rushed forward.

"Finally! Get ready to draw blood!"