Then let's start with William Lee, collect some interest. It won't be long before he goes to the Imperial Capital to seek justice for himself and his adoptive father.

No one can owe him anything—this is the oath he has sworn, and he will definitely fulfill it.

“Go and invite William Lee over,” Henry Stone said.

Huh?

Walter Wood couldn't help but be startled. What does this master intend to do?

“Young Master Stone, you want to—”

“Go invite him.” Before he could finish, Henry Stone interrupted directly.

Walter Wood was helpless. He had just pledged his loyalty—was his act about to be exposed so soon?

“Yes!” He nodded, then added, “But I'm afraid I might not be able to invite him.”

After all, William Lee is the son of a powerful family in the Imperial Capital; he has no need to pay any attention to a local boss like him.

Henry Stone smiled, “Just tell him you found another formula on my corpse and want to sell it for a good price.”

Walter Wood immediately arranged for someone to invite William Lee. He was going all in—if he could satisfy Henry Stone with this joint effort, maybe he could become one of Henry Stone's trusted aides.

After quite a while, someone came to report, “Boss, Young Master Lee has been brought over.”

Walter Wood looked at Henry Stone, as if to ask what to do next.

“You go ahead and improvise,” Henry Stone said.

“Yes.” Walter Wood hurried off with Iron King.

Henry Stone, on the other hand, rose unhurriedly, left the study, and walked down the stairs. A few more steps ahead was the training ground of the martial arts school.

Hmm?

He saw that William Lee hadn't come alone; there was an elderly man with him, who looked about sixty but stood straight and tall, with large, rough hands—clearly a seasoned martial artist.

At this moment, the voices of Walter Wood and William Lee in conversation drifted over.

“Master Wood, where's the formula?” William Lee said. He was quite interested in the recipe for the hemostatic powder.

“Heh heh.” Walter Wood still didn't know what Henry Stone really wanted, so he could only try to stall for time. “I wonder how much Young Master Lee is willing to pay for it?”

“One hundred taels,” William Lee said casually.

Walter Wood burst out laughing, “Young Master Lee, you really know how to joke! If this prescription were only worth a hundred taels, would it be worth your personal trip?”

William Lee smiled as well. He was just trying to save some money, but the other party wasn't stupid.

“Ten thousand taels,” he said seriously.

What kind of formula is worth that much money?

Walter Wood muttered inwardly, but said aloud, “Ten thousand taels? Heh, still a bit low.”

William Lee's brows furrowed. He felt that this Walter Wood was getting greedy.

The old man beside him immediately said in a deep voice, “Master Wood, there's a saying: quit while you're ahead!”

“Old man, how dare you talk to my boss like that?” Iron King stepped forward.

Walter Wood just smiled and didn't stop him.

William Lee didn't need to give face to this local boss, and likewise, he didn't need to fear him—after all, the Imperial Capital was far from here.

Since he needed to stall for time, he might as well let Iron King improvise.

William Lee sneered as well. Since these people were greedy, he might as well crush their morale and let them know what it means to show respect!

The old man immediately stepped forward, pressing toward Iron King.

Iron King laughed loudly and said disdainfully, “Old man, you're already so old, you should go home and play with your grandkids. Don't say I’m bullying—”

Bang!

Before he could finish, the old man struck. His large hand swept out like a giant iron fan, sending Iron King flying.

“Wah!” Iron King immediately spat out blood, his face turning deathly pale.

“Elder Qing, a light punishment is enough,” William Lee finally spoke.

“Yes.” The old man replied respectfully, retreated to his side, and withdrew all his aura.

Seeing Walter Wood still frozen in shock, William Lee couldn't help but smile, “Let me introduce—this is the palm technique master Nathan Niles, known as the Iron Fan. He has fifty years of experience in Baguazhang and is a Junior Martial Master!”

He deliberately emphasized the last four words.

Sure enough, Walter Wood's expression changed instantly.

What does it mean to be a Junior Martial Master?

It means a starting strength of ten thousand jin, with a limit of fifteen thousand jin!

He had thought Nathan Niles was just an ordinary old servant—even if he was a martial artist, his strength couldn't be that great.

But a Junior Martial Master?

He began to tremble. If Nathan Niles went on a killing spree, he could probably slaughter everyone in the martial arts school single-handedly.

“Ahem!” William Lee reminded, “Master Wood, the formula!”

Walter Wood was in a panic, not knowing what to do.

“The formula is with me.” At that moment, Henry Stone's voice rang out.

Walter Wood immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although this meant falling out with William Lee, at least he didn't have to be caught in the middle anymore.

He was going all in.

Hmm?

William Lee looked at Henry Stone, his expression instantly turning cold. He glanced at Walter Wood and said icily, “Well, Master Wood, you dare to deceive me? You’ve got some nerve!”

Chapter 14: Regret It Now?