Felicia's leg injury hadn't fully healed, and using her combat skills against these inexperienced opponents seemed overkill. Hitting them would worsen the strain on her injured calf. Feeling generous, she instead gave each a few silver needles for acupuncture.
The result was oddly symmetrical, even satisfyingly so. Melvin's eyes widened in shock. The first two needles might have been dismissed as a fluke, but the next four also drew no blood, demonstrating a skill only a true talent possessed. He swallowed hard, instinctively stepping back. He'd ordered Lance to kidnap Felicia, yet she was unharmed, and Lance's crew hadn't contacted him. He wondered if Felicia had silenced them, a chilling thought. He yelled, "What did you do to me, witch? Get these needles out!"
The pain was intense; he feared permanent hand damage. Felicia smirked. "Scared now? Maybe if you admit your mistake, I'll help." She walked past them, leaving Melvin, hampered by pain, to watch her go. "Damn, that country bumpkin's tougher than I thought," he muttered.
His lackeys, anxious and sweating, asked, "What should we do, Mr. Chavez? Is your hand alright? Should we go to the medical center?" Frustrated, Melvin snapped, "Let's go to the medical center." His father had been suffering headaches, and he'd planned to invite Clive from Harmony Medical Center for a consultation, but Clive hadn't responded. This presented an opportunity to have the needles removed and then perhaps persuade Clive to see his father. Maybe his father would reward his thoughtfulness with a new car. "Let's go."
Meanwhile, Hubert Chavez had arrived at Harmony Medical Center himself, seeking Clive after unanswered requests. Reluctantly, he'd come in person, only to hear Clive coldly reply, "I'm not giving you any consultations," while sipping his tea.
Hubert was taken aback. "Mr. Walsh Senior, have I offended you? Is it the fee? Why won't you treat me?"
Clive sneered, "You should ask your son." Hubert understood. He knew his son's daily antics. He apologized, "Mr. Walsh Senior, if that rascal did wrong, I apologize. I'll speak to him."
Clive remained unmoved. Then, Damon Grant, Clive's assistant, intervened. "Mr. Chavez, your son kidnapped Mr. Walsh Senior's granddaughter, Felicia Fuller, a few days ago. Ms. Fuller was shot. We're fortunate she survived." Damon gestured for Hubert to leave. "I think you should go."
Hubert breathed deeply, recognizing Melvin's wrongdoing. He'd raised a disgrace. Just then, Melvin swaggered in, flanked by his lackeys, shouting for Clive. His voice echoed to the second floor. He was about to yell again when he saw his father leaving Clive's office.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Melvin asked, oblivious to his father's grim expression. He showed his needle-punctured hand. "Dad, look! It hurts! I don't know how that country bumpkin did this. Once these needles are out, she'll pay."