Chapter 10 Do You Think You're Worthy of Fighting Me?

At that critical moment, Jack strode in from outside. The moment he entered, everyone in the room instinctively stood up. The sheer intensity of Jack's aura froze the bodyguards in place, none of them daring to make a move. "Mr. Summers!" Chadwick exclaimed in surprise and quickly stepped forward to greet him. "Why have you graced us with your presence?" Julius, equally thrilled, chimed in eagerly, "Could it be that you are here to celebrate my father's birthday?" The guests exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of envy and astonishment. For Jack to personally appear at Chadwick's celebration was an extraordinary honor. If the Zimmermans were akin to a snake, Jack was a towering dragon. Crushing the Zimmermans would be as effortless for him as lifting a finger. As Chadwick extended his hand with a flattering smile, Jack's face turned frosty. He ignored the gesture, his tone sharp. "Who do you think you are? You dare to extend your hand to me?" Chadwick's smile froze in place, and the lively hall was struck with silence. The guests, confused and shocked, stared at the scene in disbelief. What was happening? Jack, indifferent to Chadwick's growing discomfort, brushed past him and approached Sherman. To everyone's astonishment, Jack bowed deeply. "Greetings, my benefactor." Boom! It was as though a massive boulder had been dropped into a calm lake, sending ripples of shock through everyone present. Disbelief filled their eyes as they looked at Sherman. "Who is this guy?" someone murmured, struggling to process the sight of Jack bowing to this unassuming young man. Sherman raised an eyebrow, his tone puzzled. "Why are you here?" Jack straightened up and laughed. "I heard that you were coming here, so I came to ensure no accidents occurred. But I didn't expect ... " His expression darkened as he turned to Chadwick, his voice like a blade. "The Zimmermans have some balls—insulting even my benefactor!" The Zimmermans were paralyzed with fear. Who could have predicted that this young man, dressed in simple clothing, had a connection with someone as powerful as Jack? Among the guests, murmurs of jealousy and disbelief arose. "He must've been lucky," one whispered, trying to rationalize. "Perhaps he saved Jack on the road by chance." Jack must be feeling grateful for the favor. Chadwick's expression shifted several times, but being a sly old fox, he quickly forced a smile onto his face. "Ah, so this young man is Mr. Summers' benefactor? Then we're all on the same side. It's just a misunderstanding. I apologize for any offense, young friend." Sherman's face remained cold. "It's too late for that. Prepare for your family to be wiped out." Without sparing another glance, Sherman turned to leave. "Tonight at midnight, I'll come back alone. If you're not afraid of death, wait for me." Today was already the 8th, and Sherman had priorities. He needed to report to Riverton University first before dealing with the Zimmermans. Announcing he would come alone was a warning to ensure they did not try to escape. Jack, startled by the statement, quickly asked, "Sir, don't you need me to intervene?" As he spoke, an imposing aura burst forth from him—a powerful presence emanating from a Level 4 martial artist. The hall grew heavy with tension, and the guests were visibly shaken, their eyes wide with fear. "Has Mr. Summers regained his strength?" someone whispered. "The Summers is going to rise again!" "He looks so much younger, his power must be completely restored!" ... The Zimmermans, on the other hand, were pale as ghosts. Even without his martial strength, Jack was a force to be reckoned with. Now that he had regained his power, wiping out their entire family would be as easy as flipping a hand. Sherman waved dismissively. "No need. A minor family like this is something I can deal with alone." Sherman never liked to owe anyone favors, not even Jack. Seeing Sherman's confidence, Jack did not push further. "Understood. If you say so, I trust you have it under control." He turned his piercing gaze toward Chadwick one last time and sneered, "Take care of yourselves." Jack then followed Sherman out of the hall. The two quickly disappeared from sight. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, though their expressions remained perplexed. While Jack had stated he would not interfere, it was clear the Zimmermans had thoroughly offended him. Frank's face turned pale as he turned to Chadwick. "Grandpa, what should we do now?" Chadwick collected himself and sneered. "Didn't that brat say he's coming alone tonight? "How arrogant. Our family may not be invincible, but we're not something a single person can handle. "Summon all our hired fighters. Tonight, we'll show him the strength of the Zimmermans!" A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as he turned away. The plan was simple: capture Sherman without killing him. Afterward, they would reach out to Jack, release Sherman, and attempt to salvage their strained relationship. The guests began to leave one by one, and the once-bustling birthday banquet quickly became desolate. Julius took charge of organizing their defenses, fully aware that Sherman was not an opponent to underestimate. Meanwhile, outside, Jack caught up with Sherman. "Sir, where are you headed now? Would you allow me to give you a ride?" Sherman waved his hand dismissively. "No need to be so polite with me. You can just call me by my name. You go ahead; I still have to get to school." Jack's eyes lit up. "Then let me drive you. The school's not far from where I live." His words were genuine, and Sherman, seeing no harm, nodded. "Sure, thanks for the ride." Jack was thrilled. He dismissed his driver and personally took the wheel to chauffeur Sherman to his destination. His humble attitude stemmed from what he had learned the day before—Sherman's medical skills were unrivaled. Building a good relationship with someone of such talent would be invaluable. Sherman saw through Jack's intentions but chose not to mind. About an hour later, they arrived at Riverton University. Sherman got out of the car, carrying a new bag he had picked up on the way, and made his way inside. His understated appearance ensured he would not attract unnecessary attention. Jack chose not to follow, understanding that his presence might cause unnecessary complications for Sherman. Riverton University was vast, teeming with life and charming young women. The vibrant atmosphere was enough to make anyone feel at ease. After stopping a passerby for directions, Sherman quickly found the registration office, where he collected his student ID and other necessary documents. However, he decided against staying in the dormitory, deeming it too inconvenient. With his errands complete, Sherman walked outside, his next objective clear: to locate the woman named Ivana. Amidst the bustling students, Sherman stopped a bespectacled boy and asked, "Excuse me, do you know which class Ivana Pearson is in?" The boy smirked knowingly, his expression suggesting he assumed Sherman's interest was less than noble. "She's in the dance studio right now. It's packed with people watching her." Sherman thanked him, got directions to the dance studio, and headed there without delay. The main objective of this trip is to acquire the Medicine King Bead. With it, his medical skills could reach new heights. Historical records indicate that the Medicine King has not been seen for centuries. When he arrived at the entrance, a crowd blocked the doorway. At the center stood a burly young man with a fierce demeanor, his eyes sharp and intimidating. "Get lost," the man barked. "Do you really think you're worthy of watching Ivana dance?" Many students in the crowd remained silent, intimidated by the man's imposing presence and presumably powerful background. Unfazed, Sherman stepped through the group, making his way toward the door. The burly young man's temper flared at Sherman's defiance. Without hesitation, he hurled a punch in Sherman's direction. "Didn't you hear what I said?"