Chapter 905

"Who told you we're going to hunt the young lord?" Owen questioned. Jethro chuckled and said, "Isn't it obvious? Now that Cyrus is dead, the young lord is the only one left. Owen, I'm not an outsider—" "The Hippocrates Sect is the cornerstone of Summerland's medical community. The young lord might be young, but he's still the heir of the sect," Owen interrupted. "Do we think we'd stoop so low as to commit treason like you?" Jethro scoffed. "Since you think I'm not qualified to join, then forget it. But don't come looking to collaborate with our family in the future." Owen's curt rejection left him quite upset. Initially, Jethro had planned to get these old geezers to convince his father to step down. If that failed, he'd considered selling out part of his family's interests to get rid of his father. He thought Owen would be intrigued by his offer. But to his surprise, Owen didn't even show him the slightest respect. "Moses isn't even dead yet, so you're in no place to collude with me. With your treacherous behavior, do you really think you can become the head of the Draig family?" Owen retorted with a sneer. As a patriarch himself, Owen, like most heads of the prominent families, despised the existence of rebellious sons trying to usurp their positions. If Jethro succeeded, other families' younger generations might be tempted to imitate him. Moreover, Jethro's abilities weren't even at the level of an elder. He was unfit to join forces with the other elders to confront the young lord, so they still needed Moses. Hence, Owen wasn't going to sever ties with Moses for now. If the young lord wasn't eliminated, the Sykes family would face an existential threat, especially with the growing rumors about their use of poison. Compared to the conflict between the five families, this large issue was far more pressing. And Owen, being a shrewd and experienced man, knew this well. "We'll see how things turn out. My family ranks third in Summerland, while the Sykes family is only fifth. We'll see who's going to need help in the future." "Get out of my house!" "Let me remind you, Owen—everyone in Summerland's medical community knows about the duel between you and my father. If you're afraid of him, you should surrender sooner." Owen suddenly swerved toward Jethro and roared, "Are you provoking me? Do you want to die here?" Terrified, Jethro scrambled into his car and left. Just then, four helicopters appeared overhead and slowly descended by the lake. One of them belonged to the Draig family, and Jethro faltered. Was his father really about to make a comeback? After all, Moses was one of the big threes in Summerland's medical community. His status and reputation far surpassed Jethro's. Jethro had the driver stop the car so that he could secretly observe the elders disembarking from the helicopters. Indeed, they were the patriarchs of the five families who had been living in solitude for the past two or three decades. Apart from Bernard and Moses, Eldric Shaw and Douglas Anderson also turned up. Including Owen, these five elders were known as the Big Five of Summerland's medical community. Their combined age totaled 650 years, a testament to their experience in witnessing the rich history of Summerland's medical world. Thanks to their superb medical and cultivation skills, they were graced with longevity, even outliving the Lord of Summerland. "Bernard, Eldric, Douglas, it's been 30 years! How have you been?" Owen exclaimed. Donning a robe and a cane, Bernard laughed and said, "Owen, have you met Moses already?" Owen glanced at Moses, who looked rather upset, and replied, "I have. It seems there might be a misunderstanding between us." "Misunderstandings can always be resolved. Is it about Moses' daughter?" Eldric chimed in. His gray robe gave him a sagely appearance. Despite his lean physique, his eyes gleamed with vigor, a telltale sign of his incredible strength.