This slap came out of nowhere. Not only was the gang leader stunned, but even the thugs following him were startled and intimidated.

Earlier, when Henry Clark shouted angrily, they thought this kid was just bluffing. They never expected he would actually dare to make a move. When something unusual happens, there must be something strange behind it. For a moment, the five or six of them were overwhelmed by Henry Clark's aura and didn't dare to step forward.

"You’re looking for death!"

The gang leader flew into a rage.

Losing face like this in front of his subordinates was an utter humiliation. He raised the knife in his hand, ready to attack Henry Clark.

"If you want to die, just try making a move."

Henry Clark said coldly. With life and death hanging by a thread, he became even calmer.

The knife that was about to stab forward froze in midair. The gang leader stared at Henry Clark, his heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

He wanted to kill Henry Clark to assert his authority, but was deterred by Henry Clark's imposing manner and reputation, not daring to take the risk.

"Could this kid really have something to rely on?"

Edward Turner was full of doubt. Although he didn’t believe Henry Clark's words, that slap was very real. Someone who dared to do that was either crazy or truly had some backing he didn’t know about.

"Smack!"

The other side didn’t dare to make a move, but Henry Clark had no such scruples. With another loud and forceful slap, he struck again.

He knew well that you have to strike while the iron is hot; this was absolutely not the time to show mercy. In front of people who bully the weak and fear the strong, the tougher and more forceful you appear, the more you can intimidate them.

"Hmph! Let this be a lesson to you. Remember this: the ups and downs, the secrets and intrigues within the great clan are not things outsiders like you can understand. And even if I’m just a servant, I’m still a ‘servant’ of the great clan. Killing you would be as easy as squashing an ant. — Believe it or not, if you so much as touch a hair on my head, this time next year will be the anniversary of all your deaths."

These words were spoken with a fierce tone and expression; Henry Clark had them completely under his control.

He spoke ambiguously, counting on the fact that these people didn’t know the inside dealings and schemes of the great clan.

Sure enough, a few of the thugs, who at first looked menacing and wanted to teach Henry Clark a lesson, immediately hesitated after hearing this, each one shrinking back.

The relationships within the great clan were intricate and full of scheming and power struggles, nothing like the simple world of these street thugs, where the one with the biggest fists was the boss.

If the information they’d gathered was wrong, and Henry Clark actually had some powerful protector in the Yang clan, wouldn’t they be digging their own graves?

And Henry Clark wasn’t wrong either. Even if he wasn’t favored, a person’s face is like a tree’s bark—he was still a member of the Yang clan.

If the Yang clan really wanted them to pay with their lives over such a trivial matter, wouldn’t that be a pointless death?

"Damn it!"

The gang leader, watching the situation, could tell his brothers had lost their nerve. He was so angry he could have ground his teeth to dust.

He had never suffered such a loss before. The other party was clearly just a half-grown kid, yet he couldn’t vent his rage.

It was infuriating!

"You bunch of scum! Get lost, now!"

Seeing the effect, Henry Clark shouted harshly, conveniently giving them a way out.

"Hmph! You little bastard, don’t get too cocky. Sooner or later, you’ll pay the price."

Taking the opportunity, the group threw out this threat. No matter how unwilling they were, they could only leave in defeat.

……

"Phew, thank goodness, I managed to scare them off."

Henry Clark let out a breath, feeling cold sweat all over his body.

Only he knew how dangerous the situation had just been. If he hadn’t kept his cool and been bold enough, he’d probably be lying on the ground by now.

"This kind of thing can only happen once, never again. Strength is what really matters. I absolutely can’t do this next time."

Henry Clark silently warned himself.

Turning around, Henry Clark walked over to Billy Clark.

"Alright, don’t be afraid. They’re gone now. They won’t hurt you again."

Henry Clark bent down and patted Billy Clark on the shoulder.

If you didn’t know the truth, it would be hard to believe that such a burly, bear-like young man was actually so fragile inside.

He was kneeling on the ground with his hands over his head, like an ostrich burying its head. At first, Henry Clark thought he was scared when he heard him muttering, but after crouching down, he realized it was something else entirely.

"I didn’t lie… I didn’t lie, this really is a meteor I found. I really did find it in the mountains. I’m not lying… Billy never lies!"

The voice coming from under those arms was stubborn and obsessive, just like a willful child.

"Yeah, I know, you didn’t lie."

Henry Clark comforted him.

Maybe it was Henry Clark’s gentle tone, but Billy Clark finally stopped trembling and gradually calmed down.

"I… I’ll remember you. You’re a good person. Th-thank you."

Billy Clark slowly raised his head. It was the face of a man in his twenties, but with the innocent eyes of a three-year-old child.

Henry Clark just smiled faintly.