With Grandpa’s personality, he’d probably just slap him on the shoulder and laugh heartily, not taking it seriously, thinking he was just dreaming too much.

William Carter couldn’t calm down; no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find a way out.

He couldn’t be sure if he’d had a nightmare, but the memories in his mind were so vivid that he couldn’t help but believe they were real.

‘Even if it’s a hallucination, it shouldn’t be this clear, right?’

After hesitating for more than ten minutes, he finally made up his mind to go talk to Grandpa first, maybe drop a hint and see what happened.

He turned around, about to head toward Grandpa’s room.

Suddenly, his eyes swept across and happened to catch sight of the window of his eldest senior brother Ethan Clark’s room—a pair of eyes reflecting a ghostly light were quietly watching him.

William Carter had no idea how long the other had been watching him; he just felt his whole body break out in goosebumps, one wave after another.

It felt just like that time in the city when he ran into two mad dogs—the feeling was exactly the same.

But this time, it was much, much stronger.

William Carter felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a giant hand, unable to move.

Even his lungs struggled to breathe.

His vision started to blur, his face gradually flushed red, and his back felt cold in waves.

But for some reason, he just couldn’t look away, couldn’t tear his gaze from those eyes.

“What… is happening to me?” William Carter struggled to break free, but it was useless.

It was as if all the blood and energy in his body were being manipulated, circulating slower and slower.

Creak.

Just then, the sound of a wooden door opening broke William Carter out of his dangerous state.

He gasped for air, snapping back to his senses. Looking again at Ethan Clark’s window, there was no one there—nothing at all.

Chapter 002: Tremor (Part 2)

“Yangyang, what are you doing standing here all by yourself?”

The side room’s wooden door swung open, and out walked a tall, sturdy old man, nearly two meters tall.

His hair was sparse, but his goatee was well-groomed. He wore a loose robe resembling a Taoist garment, grayish-white in color, with two black dragons embroidered on the forearms of the sleeves.

This was his grandfather, Henry Carter.

Henry Carter was eighty-nine this year, with a classic inverted triangle build—muscular and vigorous. His eyes were piercing and intense; if he stared at someone for long, it gave off an overwhelming, forceful feeling.

Because he’d practiced martial arts for so many years, his upper body was extremely muscular, making his figure a bit out of proportion.

And his left upper arm had been injured before, so he always wore a black metal armguard.

When he was little, William Carter always thought that metal armguard was cool, especially with all the beautiful patterns engraved on it.

But later he learned that wearing that thing was actually quite uncomfortable, especially in hot weather.

When Henry Carter was young, he was famous in the area for his explosive temper—he’d start a fight at the slightest disagreement.

But as he got older, he mellowed out a lot, focusing his attention on teaching his disciples and grandchildren.

Later, he gave up on his son, so he tried to get William Carter to inherit his legacy, but unfortunately, William Carter refused no matter what.

You can’t force a square peg into a round hole, so Henry Carter had no choice but to pin his hopes on his disciples.

“You’re in good shape, huh? Sobered up so quickly.” Henry Carter laughed and patted William Carter on the shoulder.

“I’m alright, I guess. There’s a gym at the company, and I often work out with my colleagues.” William Carter replied with a smile, having recovered.

He still didn’t know what that feeling just now was, but vaguely, he felt it must have something to do with his eldest senior brother Ethan Clark.

Could it be that even at this time, Ethan Clark already had bad intentions?

William Carter felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted not having studied Grandpa’s martial arts seriously since he was a child, leaving him now weak and helpless.

Not to mention fighting, even just comparing physiques—if Ethan Clark really meant him harm, killing him would be as easy as crushing a chicken.

He’d seen Ethan Clark’s strength before.

The several-hundred-jin stone mill in the corner of the yard—Ethan Clark could lift it as easily as a piece of tofu.

‘But this is modern society; martial arts are long outdated. My choice wasn’t wrong. It’s just that my life plan hasn’t really taken off yet.’ William Carter argued in his heart.

“So, how does it feel, coming back after so long? Still getting used to it?” Henry Carter walked over with his hands behind his back, leaning against a tree and gazing at the night sky.

“It’s alright, just a lot of bugs. Even after putting on repellent, it doesn’t help much.” William Carter answered honestly.

“That’s because your blood is fresh,” the old man laughed. “Those mosquitoes are used to our blood and want a change of taste. It’s the same when your dad comes—whenever you guys visit, the mosquitoes all go for you.”

William Carter chuckled along. “Grandpa, have you ever thought about moving to the city?”

“No way. What’s so good about the city? You even have to fight for a place to exercise. The parks are tiny, and if you break something, you have to pay for it. Such a hassle!

It’s not like the countryside—maybe not as refined, but not so delicate either.”

“But you’re alone out here. What if you get sick or something…” William Carter tried to persuade him.