Chapter 377: Chapter 377: No Need for Medical Treatment?
Watching the six-foot-three Susan Carter being stomped into the ground by July Quinn, desperately shouting that July is his father, each Vanguard War General was utterly taken aback.
Especially Wayne Shelby, who was thrown into self-doubt.
"What the hell is happening? Is there a problem with my eyes? Or am I just not awake yet?"
Seeing July Quinn beating up others might not be too hard for him to accept.
But considering the opponent is Susan Carter—aside from the height and weight being several times July’s, just the legendary statements he’s made on the mercenary rankings over the years are enough to make people shudder.
Even someone like Wayne Shelby, who has received various intensive training with The Keaton Family’s Vanguard Corps since childhood, considered a promising candidate within the Vanguard War Generals, wouldn’t dare claim he could beat Susan Carter, especially to the point of crying for his parents.
But July Quinn is just a few years old, with a physique that doesn’t appear to be trained like theirs; how could he have such explosive power?
No way, this can’t be real.
Otherwise, he’d feel that his twenty-plus years of training with The Keaton Family’s Vanguard Corps had all been for nothing.
Not just Wayne Shelby, but the other war generals in the team also looked at July Quinn with sheer disbelief.
"Isn’t she a hospital director? How can she be more brutal than a mercenary?"
"Her director title must be just nominal, isn’t it said she hasn’t even gone to college?"
Wendy Tierney, after witnessing the recent scene, felt her mind reverberating.
Because aside from being shocked by July Quinn’s performance, she also noticed that the tone the other Vanguard War Generals used towards July Quinn had gained a touch of respect.
Having been exposed mainly to martial arts and cold weapons since childhood, these Vanguard War Generals cared far less about appearance than combat prowess.
So no matter how beautiful July Quinn was, as long as she was a weak, crying girl unable to handle even a chicken, she could never affect Wendy’s "team mascot" status within the Vanguard Corps.
But now, July Quinn not only possessed beauty but also looked authoritative in combat prowess far above hers.
Right then, the boys in the team seemed captivated by July Quinn.
Even the humiliation she, Wendy, suffered from mercenaries seemed thrown out the window.
This situation had never occurred before.
Wendy squinted her eyes slightly, truly feeling threatened by July Quinn for the first time...
Thomas Grant was also clearly captivated by July Quinn’s previous display, unable to come back to his senses until Kyle Keaton’s urgent voice resounded in the receiver several times.
"What’s going on?"
"Where’s July Quinn?"
"Thomas Grant! What’s going on with July Quinn?"
After Kyle Keaton raised his voice several times, Thomas Grant finally regained his ability to speak.
"She’s... she’s fine!"
"If she’s fine, then why is it so chaotic and noisy over there?"
Kyle Keaton feared Thomas Grant might be deceiving him.
"Our crisis has been completely resolved because July Quinn... took down Susan Carter."
"What? She took down Susan Carter? That can’t be right!"
Kyle Keaton knew July Quinn had decent skills, but beating Susan Carter...
In his mind, July Quinn’s slender arms and legs flashed unintentionally.
He felt as if he and Thomas Grant were not referring to the same July Quinn.
Though he knew July Quinn had some skills, it was hard to imagine her slender frame would overpower a six-foot-three mercenary.
"Although it seems incredible, it’s the truth. I’ll report the specifics upon returning."
Kyle Keaton directly hung up the call from his end.
He was about to catch up with Thomas Grant’s team, where he would personally inquire about the situation.
Moreover, beyond understanding the scenario, he was more keen to ensure July Quinn’s wellbeing.
Thomas Grant, having ended the call, immediately checked Darren’s status.
Fortunately, Susan Carter’s group hadn’t finished him off with a gun, merely having stabbed him a few times.
That already severely exacerbated his weak condition.
His shirt was soaked with blood, and he had lost consciousness.
"Maybe we should take him to the nearest hospital?" Wendy suggested, looking at Darren, who was barely clinging to life.
"But taking him to a hospital now will likely mean missing Ford’s case." That way, even if they completed this escort task, it wouldn’t mean much.
Thomas Grant was also troubled.
Darren’s dying state certainly left them caught between a rock and a hard place.
But then, July Quinn’s voice came through.
"Don’t worry, no need to send him to the hospital..."