Chapter 949

A powerful figure? Devin hesitated at those words. He had always avoided

confrontation, backing down even from ordinary people. Moreover, he harbored a deep-seated fear of those with power and influence.

Just as Devin was caught in this dilemma, his eyes fell on the operating table where Maddock's lifeless body lay. His resolve suddenly hardened.

He snapped, "I don't care if he's the king of the world! What kind of monster does these horrible things? Tell me who this powerful person is!"

Brian's eyes flashed with contempt. As a hospital director who moved in elite circles, he knew real power. Even with his position and wealth, he still had to be careful around certain people.

"Fine! You want to know so badly? It's Jerome Murray, the Director of the Health Department for Lambda City. He's the real mastermind behind everything!" Brian spat out.

Devin's face fell as he realized the implications. Someone at that level had connections everywhere. If the police protected him, what could an ordinary citizen do?

A feeling of helplessness washed over him, and his emotions flickered-frustration, anger, hatred, and despair. He turned to Pierre and asked, "What should we do?" Pierre looked uncertainly at Matthew. "What do you think?"

Matthew was surprised to hear Jerome's name. He had just spoken with him two days ago about Tony's medical license, but this was far more serious than that. He simply stated, "What's there to think about? We take him down."

"How?" Pierre asked, furrowing his brow.

Matthew approached Brian, looking down at the man kneeling before him. "You're going to bring him here."

Brian did not know who Matthew was, so he naturally did not

understand the threat. He looked at Matthew and scoffed. "You want to ask if he's the mastermind? Hell never admit to it. Calling him won't change anything."

Brian had dropped Jerome's name, hoping to shield himself. He believed that even the three of them-let alone regular police officers would not dare take action against someone so influential.

Matthew's eyes flashed with disdain. He could tell Brian was using Jerome's name

to protect himself and immediately delivered a sharp slap that sent Brian sprawling to the floor.

Brian clutched his face, stunned. "Why did you hit me?"

"Call Jerome," Matthew ordered coldly. "Get him here, and you live. If he doesn't come, you die."

Matthew did not care how Brian contacted Jerome. He simply wanted results.

Brian froze, realizing these people were capable of anything. As he hesitated, Matthew grabbed a

tactical baton from the floor anot

demonstrated its power by

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shattering a wooden chair with one strike. Then, he twirled the baton in his hand, eyes locked onto Brian.

Cold sweat ran down Brian's spine as Matthew's piercing gaze bore into him. "I-I'll call him! I promise I'll get him here!"

Matthew gripped the baton silently, waiting for results rather than explanations.

Brian dialed Jerome's number with trembling fingers. "Mr. Murray, this is Brian Zeller."

Matthew smirked, thinking, "This guy really knows how to change his tune depending on who he's talking to."