The director trembled with fear, "Mr. President, you really need to be hospitalized; your injuries are that severe."
The director’s heart was in his throat; there was no other way. If something really happened to him, the consequences would be...
"Then transfer the hospital."
Lucas Knight uttered only a few words, his tone cold and indifferent, yet the chilling voice was enough to make one shiver, truly piercing to the bone.
He wondered if the bastard inside his body had harmed her; Lucas’s mind had a missing memory and now only felt panic in his heart.
The panic made his heart pound wildly.
Was the little woman thinking of him? He really missed her, yearned to hold her as he slept, to embrace her soft, fluffy body, and kiss her cherry-like lips.
He could put everything down, abandon anything... without any scruples.
What’s the matter with these two stabs on his chest anyway?
Even though he didn’t know how these two wounds came to be, didn’t know who provoked that bastard...
Probably it was self-inflicted by that bastard.
In the future, even if he died of discomfort, he would never let that bastard take over, would never let that bastard come out.
The experts were stunned and dumbfounded.
A hospital transfer from New York to Sovereign Phoenix City, it would take ten hours by plane.
Flying would take ten hours.
For such a long journey, can Mr. President and Admiral Kingsley, with their frail bodies, endure it?
What if there was a sudden onset of illness halfway?
The director broke out in a cold sweat, "Mr. President, would you like to consider..."
"No need." Lucas Knight slightly opened his thin lips, calmly uttering two words, with a simmering anger.
His entire being exuded an inherent aura of nobility, carrying a presence that commanded respect without anger.
Just standing there was enough to give a tremendous sense of oppression.
He was always like a block of ice, chilling wherever he went.
The bodyguards, upon hearing the news, rushed to persuade him, "Mr. President, please stay a few more days in the hospital."
The bodyguards had been kneeling in the back of the hospital for three days, just like Harry North and Deputy Li, their knees were swollen!
Lucas Knight remained silent.
Sweeping his cold gaze, he prepared to drive to the airport.
The bodyguards were frightened... after all, no one could stop the chaos caused by the Dark Lord that day... it left a psychological shadow, such that whenever they saw Mr. President, they would recall that scene of violence, Thɪs chapter is updated by novèlfire.net
fists flying back and forth...
It was frightening just to think back now.
However... all this... everyone could only keep it to themselves, no one spoke a word; everyone could only lower their heads.
Seeing that the big boss was about to leave, they finally stepped forward to dissuade him, "Sir, you’re severely injured, you really can’t leave..."
"Admiral Kingsley hasn’t woken up yet, if you return to the Sovereign Empire, and his wounds get infected halfway..."
The bodyguards earnestly advised, risking their lives to remind him.
Oh? Admiral Kingsley, Alexander Kingsley? Not awake?
Alexander severely injured?
Was there a world war?
Alexander was the Admiral of the First Special District, the number one hunk, someone whose martial prowess was beyond question; who could have beaten him? And left him severely injured?
Lucas Knight furrowed his brow, "Is he alright?"
Lucas guessed seven or eight points correctly, was it that bastard who beat Alexander?
The bodyguards politely replied, "Admiral Kingsley’s body is covered in wounds; it’s not minor." More than just minor, his life was nearly gone! How could he be discharged? How could they allow the big boss to be discharged?
Lucas Knight said, "Listen carefully, you must ensure the Admiral’s safety."