His friend started the engine and drove towards the suburbs in the west.

The man sitting in the passenger seat turned around backwards and asked, "Sheffield, why did you let them do it?"

Sheffield chuckled and looked out the window calmly. After a while, he said, “If I had a daughter whom I spoiled rotten for nearly thirty years and she was hurt by a man, I would skin him alive instead of just breaking one of his legs.”

The man raised an eyebrow. 'So, he hurt a woman, and this was her father taking revenge?"

In the suburbs

Sheffield was quickly carried into a villa. The old man living there got out of his bed, put on his clothes and hurried to the emergency room for medical treatment.

Sheffield flashed a wide grin despite his pale face.

"Master, good evening. Sorry to bug you, but my leg needs to be treated immediately."

The old man frowned. He didn't ask what had happened. Instead, he began the treatment.

At dawn, Sheffield was carried out of the room with his leg in a plaster cast.

“Now tell me. What happened?" the old man asked, staring at his disciple as he wiped his hands clean.

Sheffield hadn't gotten injured in years. The old man couldn't imagine who could have broken his leg.

Sheffield sat in an armchair and answered in a weak voice, "Nothing serious. Will my leg fully recover?"

“I thought you wouldn't ask.“ The old man threw the towel into the basin angrily.

Sheffield scratched the back of his head.

"I don't want to walk with a crutch for the rest of my life," he said with a pout.

“Don't worry. It will be okay. You're a doctor. You don't need me to tell you how to treat your leg, do you?"

“No, I don't. Thanks, master. I gotta go now." He gestured to his friends to help him stand up.

“This is great! I can now stay at home and rest for a couple of days."

The old man shook his head and stared at his retreating figure.

His friends dropped him back at his apartment and left soon after

Sheffield Lay in bed alone. His wicked grin was now gone. His eyes were full of affection as he thought about that woman.

Four months ago

At the Rainbow Guesthouse in Dreles' old town

Four low-key luxury cars slowly stopped at the entrance of the guesthouse. A handsome bodyguard in a black suit got out of the passenger seat of the second car and pulled open the door to the back seat.