Chapter 396 - 395: Nehemiah Blevins Has Another Show
Jerome Hart’s clan hailed from a lineage of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, their greatest expertise being the Silver Needle Techniques. It could be said that David Hart was the most authoritative in the way of the Silver Needle, and Jerome had fully inherited David’s skills.
He explained in detail the method of needling, the depth required, and so on. Although the process was simple, it was also very complex. Too deep wouldn’t do, and neither would too shallow.
Yusuf Zuck was bound to seek revenge. Since his adversary was too powerful, a blatant retaliation would only attract bigger trouble. Hence, the Lethal Needle could solve many problems.
All Yusuf had to do was to silently infiltrate the enemy’s side and, when the enemy was asleep, administer a needle. The enemy would then die in their sleep, and even if there was an autopsy later, it would indicate death by cerebral hemorrhage, with no wounds found, no signs of poisoning, and thus be ruled a natural death, excluding the possibility of homicide.
In that way, no one would come looking for Yusuf Zuck.
"I’ve been thinking, after the new year, I need to keep the clinic going. I don’t know what else to do, so I have no choice but to run the clinic." Jerome Hart was chatting with Yusuf when they had already gone through more than a dozen cans of beer.
"Next year when I’m free, I’ll study Silver Needle Therapy with you. I’ve found it to be quite miraculous."
"Heh, did you score with Faye?" Yusuf asked in a low voice.
"Score my ass." Jerome glanced upstairs before whispering, "Just touched hands a few times, and kissed once. She won’t let me touch anywhere else; it’s so frustrating."
"Haha." Yusuf laughed heartily upon hearing his complaint.