The greatest man alive novel (by Maverick Bowman)
Chapter 572

"You're right, I could easily kill him, but there's no need," Richard said calmly, looking at Kingston expressionlessly.

"Oh? He's of no use to us and he's challenging us, so why not just kill him?" Kingston replied.

"Killing him would only tarnish your reputation, Kingston. Keeping him alive would be a warning to others," Richard responded with a hint of logic. Kingston couldn't help but chuckle.

"You have a point there," he said and added, "But how do you plan to make up for killing a commander without my permission?"

"And on top of that, you blocked me?" Kingston asked.

"Anne ordered me to do it. If you have a problem with it, take it up with her," Richard replied calmly.

He was talking bullshit. If Anne were there, she would have smashed Richard's head in before asking any questions.

"Why did Anne want Anson dead? He was relatively harmless to me," Kingston frowned.

"Anson was selling out the country's interests and colluding with Nievic. Shouldn't he be killed?" Richard replied calmly.

"Oh..." Kingston wasn't too suspicious.

He knew Anne was a person who detested evil. That being the case, Kingston didn't have much to say.

Richard congratulated Beasley on becoming the commander and then left with Hezti.

Beasley wanted Richard to stay for dinner, but Richard was not in the mood for socializing.

Hezti's face was as pale as paper, and she had a persistent headache. Her heart was also twitching intermittently, and she felt extremely nauseous, even worse than being heavily drunk.

"I didn't expect you to learn this secret technique of mine, and you're using it so well. I'm really surprised!" Richard couldn't help but exclaim.

"I just think with it myself. It was my first time using it," Hezti said.

Richard shook his head and said, "This technique shouldn't be used often, even I would have a heavier heart load and feel uncomfortable for several days after using it. If you don't take a break for ten days or half a month, you probably won't be able to recover..."

"This secret technique that unleashes the potential of one's blood and energy is too damaging to the heart. And, with one careless move, it can cause cerebral blood vessels to rupture. The blood that the heart can bear is limited, and this move is a kind of overloaded operation that involves extreme compression and then release..."

"When you advance skills, I'll teach you my own creation, the Explosive Golden Pill. This move has almost no negative effects on oneself," Richard explained.

Hezti nodded, and her footsteps were somewhat unsteady, as if her body had been emptied.

"However, you're really amazing to be able to defeat a master like Shane Liam," Richard praised.

"Show weakness to the enemy, and then counter-attack with full force. You wrote about this in your Guidance on Combat. But I didn't show weakness to the enemy. The difference in skills was just too great!" Hezti rubbed her head, got into the car, and leaned against the seat, feeling sleepy.

"Not bad. I only taught you the 'Peeing Dog' once, but you must have studied it on your own and used it skillfully to kick him in the balls at a critical moment. You're really talented," Richard replied. Hezti smiled, feeling very happy and proud to be praised by this old pervert capitalist.

"To win, you can't rely on trickery every time. You have to work twice as hard in the future. Also, try not to use these techniques that unleash potential unless it's a matter of life and death. It's better not to use them unless necessary," Richard advised.

"Understood!" Hezti nodded and immediately dozed off on the seat, her head gradually becoming hazy until she fell asleep.

Richard took her directly to her doorstep before waking her up.

After entering the house, Hezti began to regain some consciousness and said, "Today's combat has inspired me a lot. After all, I rarely have the opportunity to spar with such masters, especially in a life-and- death battle!"

Richard said, "Let me help you with your wounds first, and then massage your head. From the looks of it, you probably have intracranial hypertension..."

If intracranial hypertension occurs, it will cause a severe headache at the back of the head and be very uncomfortable. Usually, it can last for more than a week and sometimes even more than a month. Hezti had previously experienced intracranial hypertension when she was doing squats with excessive weight. However, this time, it only lasted for a short second or two.

One could imagine how powerful her blood and energy were at that moment!

Hezti's arm had a new scar on it, but luckily Shane's strike did not injure any bones or tendons. In the end, she emerged as the winner, and even if Shane was saved, he would never be able to become a man again.

After treating her arm wound, Richard asked Hezti to sit in front of him with her back facing him. He then extended his hands and began to massage her head with his ten fingers.

"Roaring Fists can also be used for bone-cleansing and brain-shocking, which is very effective for relieving your intracranial hypertension." Richard's ten fingers were all inserted into her hair and began to move slightly.

Hezti felt that those ten fingers were very hot, but when they were pressed against her scalp, it was extremely comfortable. After a bit of kneading, she felt that the pain at the back of her head had improved significantly.

"Oh... This feels so comfortable!" Hezti said with enjoyment on her face, "If you go bankrupt in the future, you can consider becoming a technician to give people massages. I will give you tips every day." Richard asked, "Is that the kind of technician who does the naughty stuff? If you're willing to give me tips, I'll switch careers now!"

Hezti's mouth twisted, feeling speechless.

Couldn't this guy be a little more gentlemanly?

Couldn't he speak some sweet and pleasant words like last time?

Did he always have to make it naughty?

"When practicing, don't train on cement surfaces. Try to replace a softer surface, otherwise, you may have some after-effects," Richard added. "Oh... I understand," Hezti said.

She had punched on cement surfaces before, and sometimes when she stomped, she felt uncomfortable in the back of her head due to the vibrations.

As Hezti was being massaged, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in bed. She was startled and quickly lifted the covers.

Seeing that she was still wearing her clothes, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a strange sense of disappointment.

Phew, did this old pervert change his ways?

He left without a sound?

Hezti muttered to herself and turned on the light.

The light was a bit dazzling, but after a while, she was ready to take a shower. As she lowered her head to unbutton her shirt, she noticed that something was off, one of the buttons was obviously askew! "Aah! This old pervert is really untrustworthy!" Hezti shouted in frustration.

"Oh? You're awake. I said I would sleep with you and observe your injuries," Richard's voice came from outside the door as he was dryng his hair, looking like he had just taken a shower.