At this moment, David Thompson could even see monks moving about on the over sixty-story unfinished building across from him. You had to know, that place was quite far from where he was...

Hmm, wait, monks?

There seemed to be some light as well...

Although David Thompson had been forcing himself to stay calm and composed ever since things started getting strange—never showing any difference even when he was alone—he still felt a jolt in his heart when he vaguely saw some points of light that didn’t look like normal lights.

David Thompson stopped eating and looked carefully at that unfinished building again... but this time, there was nothing at all. Had he just imagined it?

"Go to hell..."

Just as David Thompson tried to look more closely, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

With his hearing heightened once again, the moment David Thompson heard the voice, a name popped into his mind: Ethan Clark.

How could Ethan Clark's voice be here?

David Thompson immediately opened the screen window and stuck his head out to look, because in his normal field of vision just now, he hadn’t seen Ethan Clark, and the voice had faintly come from a distant corner.

In the far corner where David Thompson had parked his RV, an ordinary person could only make out that there were people over there; unless you used binoculars, you definitely couldn’t see their faces.

But when David Thompson looked over, he could already see clearly...

He saw Ethan Clark, holding a fruit knife, charging at someone who was holding two beautiful women...

"Holy shit, Ryan Foster."

At this moment, Ryan Foster's bodyguards, as if giving him space to flirt, were all a bit farther away and couldn’t possibly get there in time.

"Ah..."

Ethan Clark's eyes were bloodshot, his hands trembling, but at this moment his knife was already plunged into Ryan Foster's chest.

The two women being held by Ryan Foster screamed in terror and backed away.

If Ethan Clark had any combat experience, or even, like David Thompson, had fought wild animals before, or was calm enough, he would have known that his knife hadn’t actually pierced flesh.

But he was just an ordinary student, a young man blinded by hatred.

The only thing on his mind was that, before those bodyguards could get to him, he had to kill this guy.

"I'm going to kill you..."

Just as Ethan Clark roared, the supposedly assassinated Ryan Foster had a look of smugness in his eyes, as if everything was under control.

"Bang..."

Ryan Foster lifted a foot and, clearly trained, kicked Ethan Clark flying.

But he didn’t use much force; after kicking Ethan Clark away, he even lightly patted his limited-edition sneakers worth tens of thousands.

Because he hadn’t kicked too hard, Ethan Clark, after struggling in pain from being kicked away, got up and charged at Ryan Foster again with the knife.

By this time, Ryan Foster's bodyguards had already rushed over.

At Matthew Reed's signal, one of the bodyguards deliberately blocked Ethan Clark and was slashed by his knife.

To them, this was child’s play.

It looked chaotic, but everything was under control. After Matthew Reed and another bodyguard were both slashed,

Matthew Reed and that bodyguard suddenly made their move. Ethan Clark, despite being tall and strong from playing basketball, had never been in a fight; to them, he was just a kid.

"Crack... crack..."

The two of them, one on each side, kicked Ethan Clark's legs, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Then they exerted force again, slamming Ethan Clark down hard. With that slam, more of Ethan Clark's bones shattered, and except for the hand holding the knife, many bones in his body were already broken.

In fact, as soon as his leg bones were broken, Ethan Clark had already lost any threat, screaming in agony.

As for the two female classmates who had been making out with Ryan Foster earlier, they had long since retreated in terror, trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, four more bodyguards rushed out from the business van where Ryan Foster's other bodyguards had been sitting outside, leaping over the fence and running over.

Ryan Foster watched as, after the business van was turned off, everything that needed to be recorded had been recorded. Only then did he walk unhurriedly toward Ethan Clark.

"Ah... Ryan Foster... ah..."

"You’ll die a horrible death... ah... give me back my parents... give me back my sister’s life..."

…………

At this moment, Ethan Clark was screaming in agony.

Ryan Foster looked at the clothes Ethan Clark had just slashed open and pointed at the spot: "See this? To guard against desperados like you, I specially bought a bulletproof vest to wear underneath. You think your little knife could pierce it?"

"Crack..." Ryan Foster stepped forward and stomped directly on Ethan Clark's chest, and the sound of bones breaking came from Ethan Clark's chest again.

"Giving you face, huh? You blocked me before, went to report me, made a scene, and now you want to kill me. Do you really think someone like you can fight me? You’re not even worthy."

"Cough... pfft..."

Ethan Clark was already coughing up blood, his whole body trembling in pain, but his eyes were fixed on Ryan Foster.

Ryan Foster stepped on Ethan Clark's chest: "I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like leaving loose ends. Today’s problems get solved today. But you’re not even worthy of dirtying my hands. Now you’ve threatened my life and hurt my people, so my men might get a little rough. Don’t worry, they won’t let you die—just make sure you spend the rest of your life lying in bed."