Chapter 389

The old man, Horace Wood, cursed, "The sky is not falling, and nobody is dying here. Calm down and tell me what happened." The middle-aged man, Adam Wintson, said urgently, "It's Mr. Wood. He's been beaten to a pulp, and his head's a bloody mess." What? Horace staggered and almost collapsed. Once he steadied himself, he asked urgently, "Is he okay? Is his life in danger?" Adam quickly shook his head. "He's not in immediate danger, but... his injuries are pretty severe. He'll be bedridden for a while." Horace scowled with fury as his anger mounted. He roared, "Severe? He's been pampered since he was young and can't even stand a mosquito bite. "Who dared to hurt him this badly? Who's stupid enough to attack my grandson?" Adam trembled upon seeing his expression. "It's a guy named Matthew Grant from Lambda City. He's just an ordinary person." Horace took a deep breath, then threw his fishing rod into the sea. "Let's go back. If he dares to touch my grandson, I'll make sure his ent