Christopher’s voice grew increasingly faint, yet Lady Wilson managed to understand him.


    In a state of panic, she eximed, “Oh no! Who knows what sort of unsavory characters Hannah mingled with at the coal mine?! I suspect she’s not just pregnant but has brought back all sorts of strange diseases! We must go! I’ll apany you to the hospital for a thorough check-up!”


    As he absorbed his mother’s words, Christopher couldn’t shake the nagging thought that Hannah might have infected him as well, which only deepened his irritation.


    Despite his annoyance, his primary concern was to visit the hospital and confirm whether he was indeed infected. He quickly replied, “Mom, it would be so embarrassing for you toe with me. Just give me the money; I can go by myself.”


    Lady Wilson firmly responded, “Absolutely not. I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t go with you. Now, hush, we’re going together—let’s move!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Without hesitation, Lady Wilson stood up and started preparing to leave.


    Christopher hesitated briefly but ultimately nodded and left the house alongside his mother.


    ***


    Meanwhile, on their way to the hospital, thest remaining subordinate of the Webb family, who had been stranded in Mount Golim, finally found a way to sneak into the morgue of the local hospital.<fneb07> Newest update provided by f?ndnovel</fneb07>


    He slipped a significant amount of money to the janitor to gain ess.


    When he insisted on seeing the eight men who had perished in the avnche, the janitor warned, “I can let you in, but be prepared; their bodies are quite disturbing.”


    The subordinate nodded, and the janitor proceeded to open the freezers one by one.


    As the body bags were unzipped, the subordinate was struck with sheer horror and disbelief!


    Despite the severe condition of the eight corpses, he instantly recognized them as The Eight Heavenly Kings. In a rush, he pulled out his phone, snapped several photos, and sent them to Donald.


    Meanwhile, Donald was anxiously awaiting updates in Southaven.


    The Webb family had nearlye to terms with the idea that The Eight Heavenly Kings had perished, yet a small part of them clung to hope.


    All hope evaporated when Donald received the photos.


    Indeed, The Eight Heavenly Kings were dead.


    They had met their end in an avnche.


    This was utterly uneptable.


    Eight formidable masters had been dispatched to the location, only to perish in a natural disaster before confronting the enemy. It sounded ridiculous!


    Lord Webb was crushed by the news.


    The Eight Heavenly Kings had been his loyal allies for decades, and together they built his business empire. His bond with them was profound and enduring.


    The unexpected news of their demise hit him hard; it was too much to bear.


    Sean, too, was taken aback when he viewed the photos, but he soon found something unsettling.


    “Dad, Grandpa, doesn’t it strike you as odd how the injuries on The Eight Heavenly Kings appear? If they had been trapped in a vehicle during the avnche, their injuries would be consistent with crush injuries. But look closely—these marks seem to suggest they’ve been assaulted!”


    As he spoke, he zoomed in on Duran’s right arm, noting, “Look at Master Flores’s arm. It’s all mangled and bloody; it doesn’t look like a crush injury at all!”


    “And take a look at Hades. The injury on his right arm is eerily simr to Master Flores’s, while the other masters show different patterns. If they had all died trapped in the vehicle, their injuries should beparable, but this—this doesn’t add up.”


    Lord Webb and the rest of the Webb family stared in sheer horror!


    With a trembling voice, Lord Webb asked, “Sean, are you suggesting that The Eight Heavenly Kings were murdered?”