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The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 233
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These men really wanted Kingsley to mentor them. They knew Kingsley had mastered the long-lost

Gorgion’s technique. The technique could save someone who was an inch away from death and even

change their fate. They might not be smart enough to master that, but if Kingsley was willing to be their

mentor, he might just save them when they needed it most. Most of these juggernauts were at least

sixty years old. They would love to live longer if they could. Mr. Ledger’s legs were failing him, but if

Kingsley would help him out, he might just regain most of his mobility. Everyone else had the same

idea too. They would do anything just for Kingsley to grant them their request.

Kingsley looked at the men and massaged his forehead. “Why am I not surprised?” he muttered under

his breath.

Tristan and Seth were stupefied, and so was everyone else. This was beyond their comprehension.

Why did they kneel all of a sudden? And it’s all of them too! These guys are supposed to be the pillars

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of Cleapolis’ ancient healing industry. What are they doing?

“Mr. Duncan, Mr. Ragland…” Tristan’s voice was trembling. “W-Why are you doing this?”

Scott shot him a dangerous glare and roared, “Keep your mouth shut, Professor Zinkleigh! One more

insult and we’ll make you pay!”

“That’s right!” Blake was the angriest of them all. “You wanna insult Dr. Nicholson? Over my dead

body!”

Tristan was at a loss for words. “I-I didn’t insult him. H-He threw the first punch.”

“So? What do you want? Punch him back?” Blake got up and approached Tristan. “Fine! Punch me

then. Right in the face if you want!” He held Seth by the collar and closed in. “Come on! If you want to

punch someone, punch me!”

Seth’s legs were trembling. There’s no way I can punch you! He looked to Tristan for help, but to his

horror, Tristan was not looking too good either. Blake was not just the president of Cleapolis

Acupuncture Society, but he was also the pride and joy of Old Master Todd. Tristan’s career would be

destroyed if Old Master Todd came at him for letting Seth punch Blake. Qustia’s medical world would

do anything for him if he just said the word. Seth blanched, and he waved his hands. “I-I won’t do that,

Mr. Hemsworth. I-I can’t…”

“Hmph!” Blake snorted and shoved him away before looking at Tristan. “And you! Still going to look

down on Dr. Nicholson?”

“I…” Trisan felt humiliated. There were about thirty doctors in the lobby, and everyone had heard him

threaten Kingsley. If he backed off now, he could never walk with his head held high in Cleapolis’

medical industry ever again.

“No answer? Well, let Dr. Nicholson decide then.” Blake looked at him coldly and went back to kneel

before Kingsley. “What would you like to do, Dr. Nicholson? We’ll do anything. Just say the word. The

whole ancient healing industry supports you.”

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The whole industry supports him? The crowd erupted into a discussion. Wait, so that means Kingsley

owns half of Cleapolis’ medical industry now? The Western medical world was divided into a lot of

branches, so they could never be as united as the ancient healing branch of the medical field. If the

ancient healing industry came together as one and served a single leader, Kingsley would be the top

doctor in Cleapolis. Everyone was now seeing Kingsley in a different light.

Kingsley did not answer Blake. Instead, he looked at the crowd coldly. “Hm, someone said the

professor’s students are the cream of the crop, if I recall. And what else did they say? Oh, yes, that

he’s the best teacher in Cleapolis?”

Everyone lowered their heads when Kingsley looked at them, and they kept quiet. The guy who said

that out loud earlier cursed himself for his ignorance. All the juggernauts here want to be his students.

Tristan is nothing compared to him. Yeah, his students are the cream of the crop, but these guys here

are built different from the crop!