Eugene, standing by, was breathing heavily, his tone filled with grief and just the right amount of regret and self-blame. "He was insulted at the Nightingale Club that night, and he got really angry when he got back to the office... He threw things and drank at least half a bottle of whiskey! And then this happened..." He wiped away seemingly nonexistent tears, his voice choking. "He might have had some heart problems before... during the street fight in Chicago... and he's been under too much pressure..."
The doctor's expression did not change much. He seemed accustomed to this kind of "emotional excitement + heavy drinking triggering heart problems" case. He quickly made a few notes in the medical record and then ordered the preparation of procedures for transferring the patient to the morgue.
Eugene stood at the door of the emergency room, watching Kruen being covered with a white cloth and pushed away, a sinister smile on his lips.
Kruen's closest associates couldn't believe their boss had died like that...
"Heart disease? Bullshit!" Hank slammed his fist on the table, making the empty bottle clink. "The boss is strong enough to kill a cow! He crawled out of the gunfire in Chicago, how could he be knocked down by a heart problem?!"
Rocky's eyes flashed with a venomous cold light. "Damn Ribs! It must be him! At that damn dinner party, after the boss was humiliated in public by him, he came back and got into trouble! How could it be such a coincidence? It must be that damned guy who sent someone to do something bad at the party! Either it was the alcohol or some other sinister trick!"
Griff, who had been silent all the time, spoke hoarsely: "Although the boss was furious when he came back, he was full of energy and smashed things more vigorously than usual. How could he suddenly have a heart attack? Eugene, you were there!" He suddenly looked up and stared at Eugene who was standing a little distance away.
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