The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 170 – What Has Been Done Cannot Be Undone

"But if you carry the token, no matter who they are, they'll back off immediately. That's all I want—peace of mind."

John studied Alan for a moment. The explanation, as self-serving as it was, did make sense.

While John carried the Oracle Token, its recognition was limited—especially in the mortal realm. In New York, where martial arts didn't dominate society, the Oracle Token meant little outside certain circles like the Martial League.

But the Black Dragon Token? That was known everywhere.

It would be foolish not to accept such a useful tool.

After a moment's thought, John finally nodded and took the token. "Fine. But let me be clear—this doesn't mean I'm part of your gang. I'm only using it to avoid pointless conflicts, just as you said."

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Alan bowed repeatedly, his forehead glistening with sweat. "Yes, yes, of course! I completely understand!"

In truth, Alan's real motive was simple—self-preservation.

He was terrified one of his subordinates would unknowingly offend John again. And every time that happened, Alan had to run over personally to grovel. It was exhausting.

Now, with the token in John's possession, things would be far simpler.

After all, John wasn't exactly the law-abiding type either...

The two soon arrived at the Wood Family Estate.

Alton Wood welcomed them with open arms, a wide smile on his face. He cast a knowing look toward his daughter, Emily, who instantly caught the signal.

"I got all sweaty on the way back," she said sweetly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "I think I'll go take a shower."

John raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

This is your house. You can shower whenever you want. Why say it out loud?

It didn't take a genius to see what Emily was trying to do.

He sighed inwardly, She's trying to seduce me with that innocent routine...

After she left, Alton handed John a set of keys with a pleased expression. "Doctor Lopez, I know you'll be spreading knowledge about traditional medicine at Providence College for a while. Since your classes run late, I've rented an apartment for you at River Apartments. Everything you need is already inside."

"River Apartments?" John asked casually, inspecting the keys. "Room number?"

"502, Building Three," Alton replied smoothly. "Coincidentally, Emily's place is 501. Sometimes she works late and stays nearby rather than returning home."

John immediately understood the implication.

So that's your little plan, old man.

Still, he said nothing and simply took the keys with a nod. "Alright, since you went through the trouble, I'll accept."

Realistically, John didn't need the apartment. With his speed, he could return to New York in no time. But having a convenient place nearby wasn't a bad thing—especially when he didn't want to disturb his sisters late at night.

Seeing John accept the keys, Alton was visibly thrilled.

In fact, he had already given Emily a spare key to 502—just in case she wanted to "accidentally" enter the wrong room someday.

Alton clapped his hands and said, "Doctor Lopez, ever since the charity auction, we haven't had a proper drink together. How about tonight we share a few glasses of good spirit?"

John gave a sly smile. "Since you're in such a festive mood, I'll join you."

Alton quickly retrieved a bottle of strong spirit. The concentration alone could knock out a horse. He poured generously into two glasses, watching John closely.

John knew exactly what was going on. Emily's in the shower, you're getting me drunk... You two really plotted this out, didn't you?

But instead of resisting, he decided to play along.

He drank every glass Alton poured and even raised his own. Soon, he feigned dizziness and slumped over the tea table.

Alton's eyes twinkled with glee. "Ah, Doctor Lopez must not be a heavy drinker. Looks like he'll have to stay the night..."

It wasn't a lament—it was a victory cry in disguise.

John turned his face to the side, pretending to rest.

And then... he saw them.

A pair of soft, snow-white, slender legs stepped lightly across the floor. His heart skipped a beat, blood rushing to his ears.

His eyes widened at the sight of those legs.

They gleamed with moisture from the shower, smooth and perfect, glowing under the soft light like porcelain kissed by the moon.