A low wave of laughter immediately rippled through the surroundings, and another voice, seemingly that of a guard, drifted faintly through the wind:

"Heh heh, old man, you haven't forgotten the lesson we gave you last time, have you? If you don't know what's good for you and refuse Young Master again this time, it won't just be a few punches to the face and a couple of bruises."

The feeling in Henry Clark's mind became clearer, as if he was about to remember that person, but he was still just a little short. But no matter what, it was obvious these people were up to no good.

It was at this moment that Henry Clark finally heard another old, pleading voice:

"No, I can't... I can't leave Young Master..."

Boom!

Henry Clark's mind exploded—he finally knew who these people were. And he knew who they were bullying!

Uncle Harris!

That pleading voice was Uncle Harris! They were bullying Uncle Harris!

Whatever else these people said after that, he no longer heard a word. Henry Clark only felt a surge of fury blazing in his chest, burning so fiercely it felt like he might explode.

"David Clark!!"

Henry Clark's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he let out a thunderous roar that made the whole house tremble.

With a loud bang, Henry Clark was like an enraged beast, slamming open the door and charging out of the room...

...

David Clark had actually always wanted to poach the old butler.

"Henry Clark, that bastard, lost his parents at seven. Normally, someone like him... would have died long ago."

"But that old man took care of him for eight years, withstanding the pressure from the clan, and actually managed to keep that brat's life in perfect order."

"Go look in his room—damn, it's cleaner and tidier than anyone else's. Not like the useless trash around me, clumsy and forgetful, can't even fetch a basin of water for washing feet—it's either too cold or too hot."

"Why does Henry Clark, that bastard, get a servant more loyal than my own?"

...

David Clark always believed that the best servants were the ones kept close at hand.

That guy Henry Clark had offended the clan's 'First Madam', and his fate was all but sealed. Everything he owned would be divided up sooner or later—though there wasn't much of value anyway.

Rather than let others have it, he might as well take it for himself. Henry Clark had his eye on the old butler.

"Too bad, the old man must be crazy, can't read the times."

David Clark cursed fiercely in his heart.

He'd tried to recruit him several times, even taught him a lesson last time, thinking the old man would be smarter this time. But he still refused.

Looks like the lesson wasn't harsh enough.

"Old man, you'd better think carefully. Young Master doesn't always have this much patience!"

David Clark pinned the old butler against the wall, shouting in anger and humiliation.

He'd already decided—if the old man still wouldn't agree... well, killing a servant or two in the clan wasn't really a big deal.

Boom!

Just then, David Clark heard a thunderous roar, as if the whole house had exploded. Not far away, a door slammed open, and a furious figure burst out of the room.

"Henry Clark!!"

David Clark was stunned, eyes wide.

Henry Clark stood at the doorway, trembling with rage as he looked ahead.

Just a dozen steps away, David Clark was flanked by two burly thugs, one hand gripping Uncle Harris's throat, pinning him against the wall like a duck in a vise, his feet barely touching the ground.

Uncle Harris's windpipe was being crushed, his face flushed red, struggling to breathe, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to go out at any moment.

"These bastards!!"

Seeing this, Henry Clark's eyes nearly burst, and with a stomp, his eyes red, he shot forward like a cannonball.

In his fury, he didn't even notice the astonishing strength in his step—the spot where his foot landed actually sank into the ground, leaving a clear footprint.

"Heh heh, Henry Clark, you're asking for death!"

David Clark quickly recovered, grinning darkly, not frightened but delighted.

He'd been interrogating the old man for a long time, but the old man was stubborn and wouldn't give in, which had left him simmering with anger. He hadn't expected the main target to show up himself.

Henry Clark, that idiot, thought he could rely on a burst of hot-blooded courage to teach him a lesson.

Dream on!

Disciplining people was, of course, his job.

"I've been wanting to teach you a lesson for a long time—now I can take care of both the old and the young at once."

Watching Henry Clark charge at him, David Clark remained completely calm, stomping hard and charging straight at Henry Clark.

"Heh heh heh!"

Behind them, the two burly guards crossed their arms and laughed coldly, their eyes mocking, with no intention of stepping in.

Helping out depends on who the target is!

No matter how unskilled David Clark was, he was still a member of the Yang clan, raised on all kinds of medicinal herbs since childhood, and had reached the fifth level of breathing cultivation. Dealing with a Henry Clark was more than enough.

Bringing disgrace upon himself!

That was the fate awaiting Henry Clark!

Chapter 6: Astonishing Strength

"That kid probably still doesn't know how tough Young Master David is."

The two guards sneered darkly, exchanging knowing glances.