Although he had only been reborn for a single day, and had just become a beginner martial artist, Henry Carter had been one of the most powerful grandmasters in China in his previous life, so of course he knew some movement techniques and martial skills.

At this moment, the technique he was using was a movement skill called "Shadow-Stealing Step." With the memories and martial experience from his past life, for him, mastering "Shadow-Stealing Step" was as easy as entering and even perfecting it.

It was only because he temporarily lacked enough internal energy that his speed couldn't be increased by at least tenfold.

Even so, many people couldn't react in time, because in their eyes, he was simply too fast—Henry Carter's speed was far beyond that of any world-class sprinter.

James Thompson only felt a blur before his eyes, and then, to his utter shock, Henry Carter appeared before him like a ghost, standing face to face with him.

"You..." James Thompson instinctively wanted to ask, "What are you trying to do?" But as soon as he uttered the first word, he heard a loud bang.

A sharp pain rapidly spread through his head, as if a helicopter was roaring and taking off inside his mind, and his vision went black and dizzy.

His whole body was sent flying backward. In midair, James Thompson instinctively touched his face, and his hand was instantly covered in blood.

A single breath later.

"Bang!"

James Thompson crashed heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. His jaw was dislocated, his nose broken, his mouth full of blood and broken teeth.

Henry Carter had thrown this punch with all his strength—utterly terrifying.

James Thompson truly couldn't speak anymore, because blood was clogging both his throat and mouth.

The suddenness of the scene was so overwhelming that it wasn't until James Thompson crashed to the ground that many people in the hall slowly began to process what had happened.

For a moment, everyone stared fixedly at Henry Carter, as if they had seen a ghost!!!

The hall was silent, and even the temperature in the air seemed to drop.

"Next time, remember to talk less!" Henry Carter looked down at James Thompson and said indifferently.

"Young man, aren't you going a bit too far?" At the same time, the old man standing beside James Thompson—the one who had always been hunched over—finally raised his head. He looked at Henry Carter, and a cold glint flashed in his slightly clouded eyes.

"Too far? Maybe." Henry Carter replied lightly, but in his heart, he truly didn't think so.

In his previous life, Grace's death was partly James Thompson's fault.

At the time, if only James Thompson had stepped forward to stop it, or if he had called 120 after Grace fell down the stairs, Grace could have been saved.

The key point was, this was the Grand Hotel, and as the owner, James Thompson should have done so, but he didn't—unforgivable.

"Ha!" Suddenly, the old man made his move.

He stepped forward with both feet, assuming a horse stance, his body angled forward, both hands circling, elbows rotating, and as he swung up and down, he suddenly struck at Henry Carter's chest.

The old man's speed wasn't particularly fast, but every movement was full of power and momentum, giving off an impression of great strength.

As for Henry Carter, he seemed to have anticipated the old man's attack, but instead of dodging, he met it head-on.

"Bang!"

A collision sounded.

With that sound, Henry Carter took half a step back, while the old man staggered back three steps.

After this exchange, the old man didn't attack again. A look of shock and fear flashed in his clouded eyes.

The old man's name was Thomas Reed, and at eighty-nine years old, he was no ordinary elder—he was a genuine martial artist!!!

Thirty years ago, he had already sensed internal energy, but due to limited talent, he never progressed further and remained at the early stage of the Qi Refinement level.

Martial artists are classified by the density of their internal energy: Qi Refinement, Internal Strengthening, Grandmaster, and so on.

Thomas Reed had not chosen to stay in the martial world, because with his strength and talent, he would have been at the very bottom there. It was better to live among ordinary people.

All these years, he had stayed with the The Thompson Family, as their only martial artist, holding a high status in the family. The The Thompson Family relied on him to maintain their position as an established family.

James Thompson had basically been decided as the next family head, which was why the current head, Robert Thompson, had him stay by James Thompson's side as a protector.

"Old Reed, kill... kill him!!!" On the side, after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, James Thompson was finally able to speak. He shouted hoarsely, full of hatred and trembling.

James Thompson still couldn't believe it—he had actually been beaten, and so miserably at that.

He had thought that in the entire Chengfeng City, there was no one who would dare lay a hand on him. He never expected...

Intense humiliation, rage, and hatred filled his heart, almost driving him insane.

He now had only one thought: to have Henry Carter torn to pieces.

However, to his disbelief, Thomas Reed ignored him.

Yes!

He simply ignored him.

"Old Reed, kill him, I order... I order you to kill him!!!" Thus, James Thompson screamed like a madman, completely losing control.

Thomas Reed frowned slightly. Order him? Not even James Thompson, nor the family head Robert Thompson, had the right to order him.