Chapter 438
Juniper's charming face was filled with fear and panic. âDragons Mob... Since when did we offend
Dragons Mob?â
Kayson kicked away Huber's corpse and made his way to Cole-his expression turned solemn at
once.
He carried Cole and put him on the bed. He performed the Septem Needling technique on Cole,
followed by Penta-resuscitative Needling and two sets of Oracular Needling before he could
stabilize Cole's vital signs.
Juniper's eyes were blurry with tears. âHas my peers condition deteriorated, Kayson?"
Kayson heaved a sigh in his heart, thinking about how piteous these two people were.
âHe won't die for the time being. Tell me about Dragons Mob.â
Even though Juniper was sad, she still briefed Kayson about Dragons Mob in detail.
Dragons Mob was an underworld gang in Greenspring, and it was an absolute overlord in this area.
The gang had already taken over control of this area four to five years ago.
Dragon Mob'âs boss was named Jairo Hunt, and he was a skilled fighter. Some claimed that he was a
master-level fighter, while some claimed that he was a grandmaster-level fighter. There was a wide
diversity of opinions about him.
However, Jairo was formidable indeed. He ruled over the underworld over the years, and the small
gangs did not even stand a chance of rising up.
It was said that Jairo was backed by an influential figure who was one of the top bigshots in
Greenspring that should not be offended.
Kayson recalled all the grandmasters in Skyriv, and the number was still countable. There were only
two or three of them in truth.
However, the population of Skyriv was more than 40,000,000, so it was definitely impossible for
there to be only two to three grandmasters.
Despite becoming a pre-celestial fighter or grandmaster, some people would render their services
secretly rather than show themselves to the public.
It would be hard to tell if Jairo was a grandmaster. Kayson pondered for a moment before he called
up Christine. Upon learning that Kayson was going against Dragons Mob, Christine hastily said,
âDon't, Dr Yarde. Dragons Mob is a gang with a deep-seated background and huge influence.
Moreover, Jairo is a formidable grandmaster! âWhy donât I give Don Jairo a call? We can all sit down
and have a proper chat. Perhaps it is all just a misunderstanding?â
Kayson furrowed his eyebrows and said, âYou may find out how he thinks about your sup.gestion
then.â
HP would do it out of respect for Christine
"Sure!"
Christine felt relieved. She was about to call Jairo when quarreling voices were heard coming from
the door.
Eira's voice sounded soon afterward. She said anxiously, âYou're not allowed to barge in at will! Stay
thereâ
A loud noise echoed from outside. Christine's expression changed drastically, and she was about to
head outside to check what was happening
Two middle-aged men barged into the room. Christine asked in astonishment, âWho are you?â
âChristine, Mr. Finnigan would like to see you.â
Christine's expression changed drastically. Soon afterward, she smiled and said, âMr. Finnigan can
just call me if he wants to see me. Why does he have to do it so crudely?â
One of the middle-aged men let out a sneer. âThat is because Mr. Finnigan knows that you won't
consent to leave with us.â
Upon saying that, the middle-aged man launched an attack Christine wanted to resist but was
blasted away by the punch. She was far from capable of fighting against a master as a late-stage
energy fighter.
Kayson called back Christine after not receiving a reply from her for a long time, yet no one picked
up the call.
He could not be bothered to wait anymore. He wanted a proper explanation for the incident tonight
regardless of Jairoâs identity. âWait for me here. I'm going to see Jairo.â Juniper's body shook in fear,
and she said bitterly, âWe should just leave this matter at that, Kayson. There'll be no place for us in
Greenspring if we offend Don Jairo.â Kayson smiled nonchalantly. âThat won't happen.â Kayson then
left.
In truth, it would be very simple for Kayson to locate Jairo. He could visit any club and beat up its
manager to inquire about Jairo's location. Kayson did just that. He ordered the manager to lead the
way and arrived at Muse Spot, the largest bar in Greenspring that Jairo personally guarded. The
minimal expenditure of a customer here was $3,000 per night at the very least. Jairo was not fond of
a private room, so he had built himself a 150-square-meter suite on the upper floor of Muse Spot
that he used as an office on usual days.