Anyone Dares Bully you Call Uncles!

Chapter 751 Some People Deserve It

It was common sense to rest before an operation, yet Richie was rushing his contract, and his body

was totally tensed. He finally let go of his laptop the moment he was pushed into the operating room.

He smiled and said, "It’s done; I’m sure this is it!" The doctor was speechless.

Blake was patiently waiting in the hospital. If Master Dale did release the rich spirit, Blake was sure that

he would come for it. The rich spirit was a strong one after all. As he expected, a thin and hunched

middle-aged man appeared on the surveillance camera. Actually, Blake was not sure what Master Dale

looked like. He was pinning down the scarecrow the other day, and it had no facial features at all.

When he was tracking them to the market, they were actually brushed by someone in a suit. Although

he merely glanced at him for a split second, he still managed to recognize him. "So, this is Master

Dale." He looked at the surveillance camera, and he quietly headed his way. As long as he was a

human, he could definitely catch him!

The Master Dale was calculating as he walked, and he arrived at the Cancer Hospital. He glanced up

and confirmed that the rich spirit was indeed here. He had done something to his spirits so that only he

could find them, but they could never find him. It was easy for him to find the rich spirit, but he felt

somewhat tense and alert. He trusted his instinct, so he immediately called a taxi and fled! He made

this move without any hesitation. He seriously cherished his own life. He told the taxi where to go, and

he even changed into different taxis along the way. He used up every method he could think of and

also changed the routes several times until he was safely back at the Medieval Garden.

He calculated for a while and sighed in relief. He muttered, "Goddammit..." He knew he could not get

the rich spirit back anymore. He still did not want to give up, so he went to search for the ghost

matchmaker instead. Yet he could not sense the presence of her at all, and he realized that she was

totally gone after doing an enchantment. He felt that he had lost a lot of precious things; he felt

extremely unfair. He was in this field of work for so many years, and he was never as demeaned as he

was at the moment. His tool had been blown the previous time, and this time, he sensed danger and

had to escape like a loser. He was getting frustrated! "I’ll stay low for now." He was not backing up, but

he would always retreat and plan in order to win!

Blake had been chasing him for some time, and all of the traces suddenly disappeared. He muttered to

himself, "It seems that I have to learn some enchantments and skills!" Master Dale is too sly! He’s not

using anti-tracking techniques; he’s using metaphysics! I’m so upset!

Lilly paid a visit to Richie later on the day; Valentine received the news, and he went even earlier than

her. Richie was still unconscious, and her wife was surprised and asked, "Mr. Taylor, are you sure

you’re visiting my husband with these foods?" Everything he had brought was junk food, and he

replied, "Yes." Richie’s wife was left speechless.

Lilly arrived soon after, and she found out that the rich spirit was getting more arrogant as he was about

to be able to get rid of his host. The rich spirit stared at Lilly and said, "We meet again. But I have a

host now, so it’s useless for you to come looking for me." Lilly ignored him and pasted a talisman on

Richie’s body, waiting for him to wake up.

"Eh… Lilly?" Richie said weakly. He was worn out from the operation; his body was aching. The

injection of medicine after the operation was causing him discomfort; at moments like this, the

sensation was more prominent than ever. "Mr. Quinn, are you regretting it?" Lily asked sincerely,

"You’re one step away from your death now."

He was taken aback; he somehow felt that the Ruler of Hell was right in front of him. Am I dead? "I… I

can spend ten million. No, no. Fifty million dollars to buy five years of my life... can’t I do that?" He was

trying his luck. Money could not buy everything, but without money, most people could do nothing. I can

do it, right? It can work, can’t it? It was the first time that he was terrified of death; he always thought

that earning money was the main goal of his life. The urge to earn money made him passionate; the

sense of security when he received the money in his bank account made him obsessed with this

feeling; he could not stop the lust for wanting more money. Yet he felt that his physical body was nailed

to the bed now; his soul and body seemed to be separating. He felt the sharp pain, but his soul could

not be freed. He could not control his body; he could not move even an inch. "Am I dead?" He

exclaimed, "I can’t feel my body."

"The Ruler of Hell! Please! I’ll spend one hundred million... no, five hundred million dollars... wait, every

penny of mine... Please spare my life for five more years." She looked at him with sympathy; the rich

spirit was still on top of him. So he was still experiencing the same thing as before. So, people will only

realize what’s the most important thing when they’re dying. "Mr. Quinn, it’s just that the effect of

anesthesia is not worn out yet!" She then continued, "I’m no Ruler of Hell anyway!" And she thought to

herself, No! The Ruler of Hell is me. I’m the Ruler of Hell. But it makes no difference, even though I’m

standing in front of humans. Some people just deserve whatever happens to them. There’s nothing we

can do to change the bad consequences by just convincing the people...