Chapter 1362
The crowd could even see the bodyguards from various families in the audience stands, getting ready for action. From the looks of it, they were prepared to use force and take what they wanted if the deals fell through.
Preston and Clifford saw the situation spiraling out of control, and their faces turned extremely grim.
Clifford roared, “Everyone, quiet down! Any party that dares to cause more trouble will be making an enemy of the Advanced Medical Institute!”
Preston did not speak, but his powerful martial arts aura exploded outward, and the oppressive presence of a top-tier fighter instantly enveloped the competition platform.
Only then did the agitated audience gradually calm down.
Rafael’s face showed extreme greed as he snarled, “Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Phelps, my family never walks away empty-handed! The Grand Medical Summit might be your Advanced Medical Institute’s home turf, but Gabo Creek is my family’s territory!” He scoffed. “The Driscolls will get a share of Andrew’s Golden Cure no matter what! Otherwise, we’ll all go down together!” A wave of gasps rippled through the crowd, loud and continuous. Many did not expect that Rafael would actually challenge the Advanced Medical Institute so openly.
George responded coldly, “Mr. Driscoll, talking big is easy. Since the Driscoll family is shamelessly greedy and tries to snatch Andy’s medicinal brew, let me be the first to experience what you’re really made of.”
The crowd was tense. George had just openly taken Andrew’s side and was now ready to go head-to-head with the Driscolls. No one expected the ninth round of the Grand Medical Summit to turn into this mess. At this rate, it was not a summit anymore–it was about to turn into a full-on brawl.
Right in the middle of the chaos, Andrew’s calm voice rang out, unhurried and indifferent. “Sorry, but that medicinal brew is mine. So, how I deal with it and who I give it to is my business! Now, if you all could stop yelling like it’s already yours, that’d be great.”
The venue fell silent. After all, no matter how hard everyone fought over it, in the end, it was Andrew who had the final say.
Clifford seized the moment and tried to win him over. “Andrew, hand the medicinal brew to us at the Advanced Medical Institute! From now on, you’ll be my junior. Within the institute, you’ll rank just below our leader himself. How about that?”
Andrew shook his head immediately. “Sorry, not interested.”
Clifford stiffened, then gritted his teeth. “Ungrateful, huh? Fine, I’ll raise the stakes! Give the brew to us, and you’ll become my senior! You’ll be ranked as a First Elder of the Advanced Medical Institute!”
Yet, Andrew still shook his head. “Still not interested. Thanks, but no thanks.”
Preston snapped, “That won’t do, and this doesn’t interest you either! What do you want in exchange for the brew?”
Andrew chuckled softly. “Becoming an elder at your institute? That’s lame. Here’s an idea–why don’t you call your leader right now? Tell him I want his position as head of the Advanced Medical Institute. If he’s willing to step down, then the brew is all yours.”
Preston and Clifford were stunned for a second, then immediately flew into a rage.
“Preposterous!”
“Outrageous!”
He was actually eyeing the position of the Institute’s leader. The two elders were nearly driven mad by Andrew on the spot. This was not just greed–it was insatiable greed, the kind that bordered on lunacy.
In the end, Derek stepped in and sent his men to take custody of the Golden Cure. The Grand Medical Summit had to continue, and the matter of the brew would be handled later.