Chapter 1187

After Manfred was taken away, the men Loid had secretly assigned to protect Tilly and Toby remained frozen in shock, struggling to process what they had just witnessed. After a long silence, one of them finally said, "D-did I imagine that? Mr. Laurier's son is that skilled?" "You didn't imagine it. I can say with absolute certainty that Mr. Laurier's son is on a whole other level. We train every single day, yet I doubt I could last more than five moves against him." "Now I understand why Mr. Laurier had us watching over him." "Why?" "He wants us to see it with our own eyes. His son is already this formidable, yet we can't even match a four-year-old. It's his way of pushing us to be better." "Yeah… I think you're right." … Inside the antique shop owner's house, Toby remained completely unaware of what was happening outside. He slung his small backpack over his shoulders and turned to the shop owner. "Has your mother finished her check-up?" "Huh?" The shop owner was still in a daze. He stared at Toby for a long moment before blurting out, "Are you really just a four-year-old child?" Had he simply not seen enough of the world? How could a child this young be so terrifyingly powerful? In the blink of an eye—so fast that he hadn't even registered what happened—Toby had utterly crippled that so-called miracle doctor. No, not a miracle doctor—a fraud. And in mere seconds, that fraud's limbs had been rendered useless. Even more unsettling, there were people in the shadows watching over Toby—calling him Trace. But the most terrifying part? Everything that had just happened seemed entirely ordinary to Toby. Just what kind of monster had he encountered? "Is there something wrong with your eyes?" Tilly couldn't help but ask. "You can't even tell our age? Should I have my brother give you some acupuncture? But this time, it won't be free!" Before the shop owner could respond, she added, "Actually, you're already getting a great deal. Your mother's treatment didn't cost you any consultation fee—we only took an emerald from you. But if you want my brother to check your eyes, that'll be at least ten thousand dollars." The owner was speechless. Why was this little girl so adorable, yet her words so infuriating? Had her parents ever been driven mad by her? As the shop owner stood there, still in a daze, his phone rang. It was his wife. Before he could even say a word, she said excitedly, "Honey! Your mom's illness is gone—completely gone! The doctor said there's not a single trace of cancer left!" "She's really cured?" His eyes widened in disbelief. "Really! We're on our way back now. You have to thank that little miracle doctor properly! This child is a genius. Just a few needles and she was cured!" his wife replied. The shop owner turned to look at Toby, then suddenly dropped to his knees with a loud thud. "Miracle doctor, thank you! Thank you so much!" Toby took a step back, his brows knitting together in displeasure. "Do you kneel for just about anything? I don't want to shorten my lifespan." Hearing the irritation in Toby's voice, the shop owner quickly scrambled to his feet. "Sorry, sorry! I got too excited." He stepped forward, his face filled with gratitude. "You cured my mother. How can I ever repay you?" "There's no need. Just return the one million dollars you took from me," Toby said flatly. "No problem, no problem! I'll transfer it back right away!" Without hesitation, the shop owner pulled out his phone and sent the money to Toby. The moment the transaction was complete, Toby turned to leave. The shop owner hurriedly stopped him. "You're leaving just like that? Let me at least treat you to a meal!" "No need. My mommy doesn't let me eat with strangers," Toby refused without a second thought. The owner nodded in understanding. What an obedient child. No wonder he was a genius. His parents had to be truly exceptional. How else could they have raised such an extraordinary child?