Mastermind

Chapter-119

When the old man suddenly sat up, all the guests were startled. Some of the women screamed frantically, losing their composure.

"It's a zombie!"

Shocked to the core, the crowd scattered in all directions. No one expected that the motionless corpse would suddenly spring to life.

It was such a terrifying moment!

"Dad? Y–you're not dead?" The middle–aged man pretended to be shocked.

"Yes, I'm not dead." The old man gave a forced smile.

His voice was slurred as his dentures were knocked out. Combined with his swollen cheeks, the old man had a comical sight.

"Oh my god! This young man could even revive the dead! How could this be?"

"No words could express my amazement right now!"

"What a strange way to treat people! Are medical techniques nowadays getting more straightforward?"

Staring at the old man, who was obviously alive and kicking, there was pandemonium in the hall. Some of the onlookers were shocked, and some were curious.

"Hey, I saved your father's life! Is it too much to ask for you to show some gratitude?" Dustin smirked.

"You bastard! Even if my father survived this ordeal, it's because of his good luck! It doesn't change the fact that Immortunol is poisonous!" The middle–aged man was livid.

"That's right! I almost died after eating your medicine. Now, I'm still feeling sore all over!" The old man gritted his teeth and looked resentful.

After enduring such a fierce beating, he couldn't let Dustin go without extorting sufficient compensation.

"Oh? Where else do you feel uncomfortable? Let me have a look." Dustin stepped forward.

In fright, the old man backed away repeatedly. "What are you doing? I'm warning you, stay away from me!"

"Don't be nervous! Your illness is not fully cured yet, as you have just regained consciousness. Here, let me diagnose you for a complete recovery, just in case." Dustin smiled.

"Dustin, the knife you wanted is here!" At that moment, Ruth ran over excitedly. In her hand was a large kitchen. knife that she somehow managed to find.

"Perfect timing. Although it's bigger than what I'm used to, it's just right to crack open a skull" Dustin took the kitchen knife and swung it around.

"Crack open my skull?!" Hearing this, the old man trembled all over. "Son, let's not waste any more time! I think I need to go to the hospital for a full examination right away!"

"Oh, right! Of course, we have to go to the hospital first!" Seeing the unfavorable situation, the middle–aged man quickly helped the old man to his feet and tried to run away Inconspicuously.

"Did I say you could go?" Dustin took a step forward and grabbed the old man by his hair, pulling him back.

"I always treat my patients to the best of my ability, even after their deaths." How can I ignore it when you are so sick?" With that, he started brandishing the kitchen knife back and forth.

"Don't, don't! I'm not sick, I've already recovered!" The old man shivered in fright.

"Don't be stubborn: your illness is life–threatening. Everyone witnessed it just now." Dustin said earnestly.

"That's right, old man. If you're sick, you should seek treatment as soon as possible. You shouldn't refuse his good intentions!" Someone piped up.

"That's right, this young man is highly skilled in medicine. You should trust him. Nothing bad will happen." The others agreed and began to persuade the old man.

"I'm fine; I'm really fine." The old man shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face.

"Lie down and don't move. Let me see where to make the first incision," Dustin ordered, pinning the helpless old man down.

"Let him go immediately! You're committing murder!" The middle–aged man panicked and tried to stop Dustin. but was held back by several bodyguards.

"According to my diagnosis, you are in grave condition! Let's start by cracking your skull open, and then we will move on to cutting your abdomen…" Dustin trailed off, lifting his knife to strike.

"Wait! I'm not sick, I'm really not! Someone paid me to pretend to be dead!" Realizing his life was at stake, the old man finally revealed the truth with a wail.

"He was paid off?"

"Pretended to be dead?" As soon as everyone heard this, their faces went red with fury and outrage.

"What a bunch of scammers! How dare you have the audacity to cause trouble here?"

"I can't believe I felt sorry for you just now. It turns out that you're all liars!"

"Young man, just chop them up. Trash like them deserves to die!"

After learning the truth, the crowd erupted into chaos. Some of them even threatened to get physical.

"Tell me, who put you up to this?" Dustin held his knife to the old man's neck.

"I don't know, we were just paid to do this. We don't know anything else." The old man shook his head.

"Please spare us, we won't do this again." The middle–aged man spoke up, frightened for his life.

They were just scoundrels who preyed on the weak. Once their true identities were exposed, they lost all their courage.

"Take these troublemakers away!" At Natasha's command, the two were quickly taken away. She didn't need an answer. She already knew who was behind all this.

"Useless idiots!" In the crowd, Edwin snorted coldly and left. He knew he had lost today. All his schemes had come to nothing.

"It's over, we're done for." Quentin's face was pale with despair. The initial glimmer of hope was instantly dashed in the blink of an eye.

If Immortunol was successfully launched, how could he sell his Eternumax? He had put in his entire fortune!

"Dustin, how did you know that the old man was pretending to be dead? I saw that he wasn't breathing." Ruth couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"That old man was using a technique called Breath–holding; that's why he could pretend to be dead. I'm familiar with many of these tricks used by scammers everywhere, it's not even worth mentioning." Dustin replied with a faint smile.

"Oh, I see. It's a good thing you figured it out, or else things would have gone terribly today!" Ruth patted her chest in relief.

"Mr. Rhys, you are indeed amazing. You exposed the deception of those two ruffians effortlessly! My admiration for you is immeasurable!" At that moment, Malcolm came over to flatter Dustin.

Just sitting there quietly wasn't really his thing.

"Dr. Shane, he just stumbled upon the solution by chance. How can you lower yourself to his level?" Jessica gave Dustin a cold glance before smiling at Dr. Shane. "If it weren't for your help in developing Immortunol, the Harmon family would be in huge trouble! You are the biggest hero of the day!"

"What are you talking about? Who said I developed the Immortunol?" Malcolm frowned.

"What?" Jessica was momentarily stunned. She exclaimed, "Who else has the ability to do that besides you?"

"You really have no eye for talent! The mastermind behind Immortunol is none other than Mr. Rhys beside you!

*Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"What?" At this revelation, Jessica was instantly dumbfounded.