Raised From The Wild-Chapter 387: Defeated!

The figure clad in a flowing blue robe descended from the platform, in just two swift steps. He swept the vase off the small coffee table nestled in the corner.

"Damn! How could he still be arrogant and leave just like that? And why did he leave?" He screamed like a shrew.

He removed the ornate royal blue robe, revealing his head full of silver hair and his wrinkled face. He appeared older than the general who had just left. His gaze darkened as it fell upon the discarded, luxurious, and highly decorated robe on the floor.

He donned that robe to show his status as a faction leader of the Dark Phoenix. His robe was embroidered with a red phoenix on the front of the hood and at the back. The edges of the robe were decorated with decorative gold braiding.

Yet, even with the opulence of his garment and the old general kneeling, why did he still feel that Rui exuded a more dignified aura?

He kicked the robe away and stared fiercely at his subordinate. "Find out what happened at the hospital. Why did General Muzzi suddenly leave with his grandson?"

The old man, whom General Muzzi referred to as Jiro, could not help himself as he paced back and forth, trying to guess what had happened. After some time, he calmed down.

He retrieved the crumpled robe from the floor, shook off the dust, and wrapped it around himself. Then, he strolled over to the towering glass wall, where he gazed out at the sprawling city nestled in the distant valley.

He was Jiro, leader of the Zui Gao faction of the Dark Phoenix in Chaneya. He could not lose his composure.

"Sect Leader Jiro, they found a cure!" gasped a young man dressed in black, his voice strained with urgency as he delivered the bad news.

"Impossible! How could it be?" Jiro asked in disbelief.

"Se.. Sect..Leader..." the man stammered. They have two cures. One is for the early stage of the Octa disease, while the other is for those who started bleeding.

"Damn it!" The sect leader cursed and then vented himself by kicking the leg of the coffee table.

With one powerful kick, he sent the coffee table crashing to the ground. He barely managed to avoid stepping on the broken glass, but his big toe bore the brunt of the impact, suffering quite a bit as a result.

"Are you alright, Sect Leader?" the man asked, trembling.

"Are you blind? Do you think I am alright?" The old man glared fiercely at his subordinate, his eyes burning with frustration and anger.

His subordinate hesitated. He knew that his boss was in a bad mood, and giving him another bad news would mean his death.

"Did you find out where they got the cure?" The old man sat down in a leather chair and massaged his toe.

"It was sent from Nower Research Institute, Sect Leader," the young man explained.

Jiro, the Sect Leader, paused what he was doing. A deep frown appeared on his forehead.

"The Nower Research Institute? How did they develop a cure so quickly? The Dark Phoenix organization took nearly two years to develop the drug that suppresses the Octa Virus. How did the Nower Research Institute manage to do it in less than five days? Could someone have leaked the formula of the antiviral drug?"

"Sect Leader, it is not only that. The Capital City received a shipment of immune boosters and distributed them to the newly infected patients, and they said it worked."

Jiro suddenly turned around and glared at his subordinate, who trembled. It took a lot of effort of the young man to spill the beans.

"Sect Leader, the families of the sick people stopped buying from our pharmacies."

Another vase was thrown at the wall, and it shattered into a million pieces.

He gestured with his hand, and another subordinate placed a phone in his hand.

A baritone voice answered from the other line.

When he heard Jiro ask what was happening in Uropa, the man was disgruntled.

"Sect Leader Jiro, rest assured that the setbacks here in Uropa are already being resolved."

Jiro let out a long, heavy sigh, fully aware that the Main Faction at the Capital City would be far from passive observers in the unfolding events.

He passed the phone back to his subordinate, then leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, gazing out at the sprawling cityscape below. As he stood there, a low hum escaped his lips, adding a serene soundtrack to the impressive view of the capital city.

Jiro pointed at the view of the city below. ’Very soon, it will be over. You will be mine!’ a glint appeared on his brown eyes as his hand gestured.

’Everyone of you who bullied me before, it is now payback time!’

...

The elderly man and his grandson were flown by helicopter to Chaneya First Hospital, and they quickly made their way to the VIP room.

"Grandpa, do you think my Dad and sister will be saved? What if the report we received was fake and my sister... and father...’ the young man’s eyes reddened.

"Heshua would not joke about such a serious matter," the old man spoke seriously.

Just as the grandson continued to voice his doubts, a burly, tall man in an army uniform appeared in front of the old and young. He made a crisp salute to the retired General.

"General, the Prime Minister, and your grandaughter are no longer in critical condition. Their platelet count continued to increase, and the doctor stopped the blood transfusion."

"Thank you, Heshua. The timing of your call was impeccable. A minute late, I would have signed the deed of the South Pearl Island for that despicable man."

"Find out who discovered the cure to the advanced stage of the Octa Disease. I will personally thank them for saving my precious granddaughter."

"General, from what I knew, the patent ImunifyMax, the immune booster shipped to us from Lireya, is owned by Princess Amaya Rocas. She was also instrumental to the discovery of the cure."

General Muzzi patted the military man on the shoulder. "After my granddaughter has improved, arrange a meeting with that Princess. My granddaughter and I will come to visit her."