The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 157: The Grumpy Holbrook Davis

"Damn it, you've got a nasty temper," Bob Redman snapped, his eyes blazing. "If this were Chicago, I'd have you kneeling for that attitude!"

His fury had been simmering ever since Kate Williams rejected him at the café. Now, this old man dared to humiliate him too?

Mason White, standing beside him, tried to defuse the tension.

"Please calm down, sir," he said respectfully to Holbrook. "My master is impetuous. I apologize for the offense to you and your teacher. I hope you'll forgive him..."

"Scram!" Holbrook barked, waving his hand like swatting away a mosquito.

Mason sighed and gently ushered Bob out of the clinic.

As they stepped outside, Bob clenched his fists and muttered, "Why the hell are you so polite to some cranky old doctor? We should just bust the place up. I don't believe he won't come out if we shake the walls!"

Mason turned sharply. "Master Bob, remember why we're here—we're seeking help. If you dare cause trouble again, I'll restrain you myself on behalf of the old master."

Though technically Bob's bodyguard, Mason was no mere underling. As a martial artist, he held both strength and status—and he was under orders to keep Bob in check.

Judging by today, those orders were sorely needed.

"Fine, fine," Bob grumbled. "I'll keep my mouth shut next time."

The Next Day

The two returned to the Feazer Medical Clinic, only to be met with the same cold shoulder.

"The teacher is not here," Holbrook said dismissively.

Before leaving, Mason tried one more time. "Sir, if your teacher returns, could you please give me a call?"

He left a business card on the reception table.

Holbrook didn't even glance at it.

Bob's eyes twitched. He hadn't said a single word this time, yet the old man still gave them the freeze. What a grudge-holder!

The Third Day

Another visit. Another rejection.

Still no sign of the "legendary doctor."

As they walked away, even Mason was beginning to lose patience.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered. "I'm starting to think they're deliberately avoiding us."

Back at the Clinic

That afternoon, John Lopez arrived at the clinic with Nick Yeats and his wife.

It was time for Nick's acupuncture session.

After administering the treatment with practiced precision, John asked casually, "Those two still showing up every day?"

Holbrook scoffed. "Like clockwork. I ignore them. Anyone who disrespects me gets the same answer—get out."

He glanced at the business card still sitting on the table. "Damn thing. I meant to toss it yesterday."

John laughed. "That from them?"

"Yeah."

As Holbrook reached for it to throw it away, John held up a hand.

"Call them over."

"You're really going to treat them?" Holbrook raised an eyebrow.

"We'll see," John said, smiling faintly. "Let's see how they behave when they arrive."

Grumbling, Holbrook picked up the phone and dialed.

"The teacher says he's willing to see you," he said curtly.

Later That Day

From a distance, Bob Redman spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the clinic.

As he drew closer, his eyes narrowed.

John Lopez.

A sneer curled on his lips.

"Well, well... If it isn't the nutcase who calls himself the King of Horizon," Bob said mockingly. "What, got some kind of secret illness? Hiding from the sunlight?"

John leaned against the doorframe, utterly relaxed.

"Yeah," he said with a smirk. "I'm feeling a little drained. My girlfriend's just too gorgeous—you know how it is. She keeps asking, and I can barely keep up."

"You son of a—!"

Bob seethed but forced himself to hold back.

"I'll deal with you later," he said through gritted teeth. "First, I've got business inside."

He shoved past John and entered the clinic.

Mason followed, expression unreadable.

"Sir," Mason said to Holbrook Davis. "May I ask where your teacher is now?"

Holbrook glanced at him sideways and burst into sarcastic laughter.

"Where is my teacher? You two brainless morons have been camping outside my clinic for three days, and you still haven't figured it out?"

Mason blinked.

Then he turned around—and saw John Lopez standing in the doorway, smiling faintly.

Holbrook crossed his arms. "Now maybe you understand just how stupid you've been."