Henry Clark didn’t want to fall out with Charles Turner right now—at least not in front of outsiders. So he replied calmly, “Come to Zhenyao Pharmacy tonight, I’ll give you the full amount.”

Charles Turner thought for a moment and said, “If you delay it until tonight, I want four times the amount.”

Chapter 0010: Calamity of Blood

Henry Clark stared straight at Charles Turner, his expression calm on the surface, but murderous intent surged within.

A hundred years on Earth had washed away his youthful arrogance, yet in this vast and brutal world, the young medicine boy had suffered greatly, barely surviving through torment. The collision and fusion of these two souls was like a bold brushstroke, coloring the very essence of his spirit.

“Four times? Are you sure?”

Henry Clark suddenly smiled, his lips red and teeth white, giving off a refreshing, spring-like aura. His slender fingers gently brushed through Grace Young’s smooth hair as he said with a smile, “If Young Master Tong is satisfied, what’s the harm in four times?”

“Heh, at least you know what’s good for you.”

A strange look flashed in Charles Turner’s eyes as he watched Henry Clark and Grace Young leave. Only when their figures disappeared outside the door did the smile on his face fade like the tide. With a cold glint in his eyes, he turned to the ever-smiling Samuel Collins and asked in a low voice, “How much blue silver did that brat Ye spend here?”

Samuel Collins hurriedly replied, “Seven hundred and twenty taels.”

Charles Turner raised an eyebrow, pondering, “How much silver did he have left when he left?”

Samuel Collins hesitated, “He should have about a thousand taels left.”

Charles Turner said oddly, “He only won fourteen hundred taels in the arena, but his total silver notes are more than that. Interesting.”

Samuel Collins said, “Young Master Tong, you don’t know—recently that kid surnamed Yang has latched onto a big shot from the county city. The tips he gets are no small sum.”

Charles Turner asked, “Do you know who that person is?”

Samuel Collins shook his head, “No idea, looks unfamiliar, never seen him before.”

“Useless.”

Charles Turner snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Samuel Collins quickly followed and said, “Young Master Tong, aren’t you going to buy those two herbs? I’ve already had them packed for you, don’t be in such a hurry to leave!”

“Bang…”

Charles Turner spun around and punched Samuel Collins on the nose. Watching Samuel Collins sit on the ground, wiping his bloody nose, he cursed angrily, “I’ll buy if I want to, and not if I don’t! You dare try to force me? What bad luck, always showing up when I’m short on money to annoy me.”

With that, he strode away.

Samuel Collins’s eyes blazed with anger as he watched Charles Turner’s departing figure. He struggled to his feet, spat fiercely to the side, and muttered under his breath, “Damn pig, you only act tough because the Tong family backs you! Without them, you’re not even as good as a pig. Just wait, one day I’ll make sure you’re dead.”

After venting, Samuel Collins shook the blood off his hand.

However—

When he took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hand, his face suddenly froze.

“Calamity of blood?”

“You’ll have a calamity of blood today, and another tomorrow.”

“Take care of yourself!”

Henry Clark’s earlier words echoed in Samuel Collins’s mind. His pupils shrank and his body trembled violently. Before, he thought Henry Clark was just cursing him, talking nonsense, but now… he really was bleeding!

A wave of fear surged over him. Samuel Collins felt a chill rise from his tailbone, spreading through his whole body in an instant.

Was he telling the truth?

He’d already suffered a calamity of blood today—could it happen again tomorrow…?

Samuel Collins swallowed hard, then bolted out the door, still remembering the direction Henry Clark had left in, chasing after him with all his might.

On the bustling street, Henry Clark strolled leisurely ahead. Grace Young, walking beside him, thought he must be feeling down for not being able to buy those two herbs, so she tugged at his sleeve to comfort him.

“Master Ye, wait, please wait!”

Samuel Collins chased for several hundred meters. When he finally saw Henry Clark’s back again, his face lit up with joy. He was a coward at heart, always preferring to believe in the worst. Catching up, he apologized profusely, “Brother Ye, I was blinded by greed and afraid of that Tong guy, so I slighted you. Please don’t hold it against me. A great man is magnanimous—please don’t stoop to my level. Those two herbs, we can talk.”

Talk?

Henry Clark looked at the blood still smeared on Samuel Collins’s face and sneered inwardly. The first time he met Samuel Collins today, he’d already read his face and seen that he would suffer a calamity of blood. As for tomorrow, that was just something he’d made up. He’d also seen that Samuel Collins was destined to lose money soon.

But—

He hadn’t bothered to calculate exactly where that money would be lost.

Now, it seemed he didn’t need to.

Henry Clark understood the nature of people like Samuel Collins—servile to the core, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, full of filth. If he showed kindness now, Samuel Collins would only grow suspicious and doubt his earlier prediction.

Therefore—