Over there, as Henry Clark charged toward David Reed, Julius Caesar also lunged at Jack Harris. Just like in the training with Henry Clark before, it didn’t bite directly into Jack Harris’s flesh, but instead clamped down on the animal hide Jack Harris was wearing and the grass rope tied around his waist, holding on tightly and dragging him in another direction. Even though Julius Caesar was still just a juvenile, it could already easily drag a ten-year-old child along, not giving Jack Harris a chance to cause trouble for Henry Clark, nor any opportunity for Jack Harris to get back up.

As for the third person—Scott Turner, he was the most timid of the three, lacking the ferocity and strength of the other two. Henry Clark left him to deal with last.

When Henry Clark suddenly rushed over to attack David Reed, both Scott Turner and Jack Harris were startled. Before Jack Harris could even go help David Reed, Julius Caesar had already pounced. Seeing those sharp teeth so close, both Scott Turner and Jack Harris nearly wet themselves, especially Jack Harris, who was being violently dragged away by Julius Caesar, screaming for help at the top of his lungs.

Scott Turner, left behind, took a moment to react, then swung his wooden stick at Henry Clark.

While Henry Clark was throwing punches at David Reed’s face, he kept an eye on Scott Turner’s movements, dodging his head away from the swinging stick. His back burned with pain from the blows, but instead of dodging away, he just punched at David Reed even faster.

David Reed was two years older than Henry Clark, and physically stronger, but he was still just a child without awakened totem power. Under Henry Clark’s barrage of attacks, he quickly lost the ability to fight back.

Henry Clark was gasping for breath. If he couldn’t finish this quickly, he’d be the one to lose. He’d suffered enough from hesitation over the past six months.

With the biggest problem dealt with, Henry Clark rolled away to dodge the swinging stick and looked at Scott Turner. The ruthlessness from beating up David Reed was still there, and Henry Clark’s gaze was fierce, making the already timid Scott Turner’s hands tremble as he gripped the stick.

Seeing David Reed beaten to the ground and unable to fight back anytime soon, and with Jack Harris clearly in a tough spot—his panicked cries still audible—Scott Turner gripped his stick tighter, his heart pounding. When he met Henry Clark’s gaze, he instinctively looked away.

Seeing Scott Turner’s cowardly look, Henry Clark knew he was already thinking of backing down. Straightening up, Henry Clark walked toward Scott Turner step by step.

Henry Clark didn’t move fast, but each step felt like a heavy blow to Scott Turner’s heart, making his face look worse with every step.

Between the two, Scott Turner was the one holding a weapon and was a bit taller, but in terms of presence, it was obvious Scott Turner was completely on the weaker side now. When Henry Clark was just a step away, Scott Turner shuddered, threw the stick away with both hands, and quickly backed up a few steps, clearly showing he didn’t want to fight Henry Clark and was surrendering.

After so many confrontations, Scott Turner understood that as long as he made this choice, Henry Clark wouldn’t keep beating him, even though he’d just hit Henry Clark a few times.

Just as David Reed was starting to recover a little, he looked up and saw Scott Turner acting so cowardly, he was so angry he almost spat blood. Damn it, what a useless teammate!

When he realized the attacker was Henry Clark, David Reed had already thought, “Crap.” Every time they’d faced Henry Clark before, they’d come out worse, and this time he hadn’t even had a chance to fight back before being beaten to the ground. David Reed was feeling extremely frustrated!

They’d risked coming here hoping to pick up some scraps, but hadn’t expected Henry to be here too, and even earlier than them! Was this guy part wolf or something?! Meanwhile, the three of them not only arrived late, but also lost the fight. Thinking this, David Reed glared at Henry Clark with deep resentment.

Henry Clark ignored David Reed. He didn’t plan to let Scott Turner off so easily today, but he also didn’t beat him down like he did with David Reed. Instead, he kicked him over toward David Reed.

Picking up the stick Scott Turner had dropped, Henry Clark walked over to where David Reed and Scott Turner were lying on the ground. He weighed the stick in his hand, and wiped the blood from his earlier punches on it, then looked at the two of them and smiled.

Seeing that smile, both David Reed and Scott Turner felt a chill down their spines, wishing they could run away right now, sensing something terrible was about to happen. But David Reed was lying down and couldn’t get up at all, while Scott Turner, sitting on the ground, frantically tried to scoot backward.

Henry Clark bent down, gripping the stick, and suddenly swung it hard at David Reed and Scott Turner. The movement was abrupt and decisive.

In that instant, both David Reed and Scott Turner felt their breath stop, their bodies cold, their eyes fixed on the stick coming down hard.

Crack!

The stick struck the ground between David Reed and Scott Turner, snapping instantly, the front part splintering, and the flying wood chips scratched their faces, drawing blood.

Henry Clark leaned in closer to the two stunned boys. “The stuff is mine. Wait until I’m done picking it up before you go over. Understand?”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a strange pressure, making David Reed and Scott Turner feel that if they didn’t back down now, that blow just now might have landed on them instead.

David Reed said nothing, still glaring angrily at Henry Clark, while Scott Turner was shaking all over, nodding quickly to show he understood completely, his eyes full of caution and fear.

No wonder his parents told him not to get close to the kids from the cave. The ones who came out of the cave were truly scary—even scarier than David Reed, who was always fighting. Scott Turner thought.