Chris Clark was taken aback. “Big brother, are you saying that Henry Miller will come looking for trouble with us?”

The Bolton Family also propped herself up to sit, “Uncle, he’s already taken my jade pendant—does he really want to wipe us out completely?”

William Harris sneered, “That’s hard to say! Judging by his bearing, he’s not a good person. People like him are petty and vengeful. If he can’t find me, he’ll definitely come after you.”

Chris Clark and The Bolton Family looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The two of them were just ordinary commoners. Even though they had families now, they really didn’t know much about the dangers of human nature.

Chris Clark stammered, “Big brother, are you leaving?”

“Mm!”

William Harris nodded. “I plan to leave Zhongyang Town at dawn… I heard that Lord Cao has already marched on Yuzhou and will sooner or later take Nanyang. Once Nanyang raises troops, our Zhongyang Town will inevitably be affected… In my opinion, you’d best leave as well.”

“Well…”

Chris Clark couldn’t help but hesitate.

As the saying goes, it’s hard to leave one’s homeland. Life in Zhongyang Town was poor, but to leave all at once—they were reluctant.

“Think it over carefully, but you must decide soon!”

William Harris was also deeply worried!

He had finally found a stable home, and now he suddenly had to give it up—he was just as upset. But William Harris knew what was important, and understood the need to make choices. When he left Chengji Trading House, he had clearly seen that cold, sinister glint in Henry Miller’s eyes… He knew that Henry Miller would never let things go. He himself didn’t care—if it were just him, he could go on a killing spree and then leave without a trace.

But now he had a child!

For Matthew Harris’s sake, William Harris had to make long-term plans…

Chapter 05: A True Man Must Kill (Part 2)

“Frank, what are you doing?”

After returning to the market, Ryan Clark and Matthew Harris didn’t rush to buy medicine for bruises. There were far fewer people on the street! After what happened at Chengji Trading House, how could it be kept from others? How big was Zhongyang Town, anyway? So soon, everyone knew…

Everyone knew how domineering Henry Miller was, but no one expected him to be this domineering!

For a while, people closed up shop one after another.

Those who should go home went home, those who should pack up packed up…

If we can’t afford to provoke you, we can at least avoid you. No matter how powerful you are, Henry Miller, if we don’t hang around under your nose, what can you do to us?

So, as he walked through the market again, Ryan Clark could clearly feel how deserted it was.

He walked slowly along the street, circling around Chengji Trading House three times from a distance. It wasn’t until Matthew Harris urged him that he finally stopped.

“It’s nothing, just taking a walk!”

With that, he entered a pharmacy and bought two plasters for bruises.

“Let’s go, let’s head back.”

Matthew Harris agreed, but still felt something was off inside—he couldn’t figure out what Ryan Clark was up to.

On the way back, Ryan Clark suddenly said, “Matthew Harris, I saw you had a hunting knife before—it’s really nice!”

“You mean this one?”

Matthew Harris pulled a knife from his waist and handed it to Ryan Clark.

The knife was about forty centimeters long, with a sheath made of black dogskin. The handle was only ten centimeters, but for a child, it fit perfectly in the hand.

Ryan Clark drew the knife and glanced at it.

To be precise, this knife wasn’t really a hunting knife.

In appearance, it was just a scaled-down version of a ring-handled saber. For an adult, it was more decorative than practical.

And it was very crudely made—a world apart from the knives Ryan Clark had collected in his previous life.

But for killing, it was more than enough…

“Lend it to me for a couple of days, will you?”

Ryan Clark put the knife away and looked at Matthew Harris with a smile.

Matthew Harris looked reluctant and said softly, “My dad bought this for me when he took me to the county this time…”

“Tiger Head, aren’t we good brothers?”

Of course Ryan Clark could guess what Matthew Harris was thinking. He grinned and put his arm around Matthew Harris’s neck.

He was much shorter than Matthew Harris, so it looked a bit awkward. “Tiger Head, just lend it to me for a day. Tomorrow—tomorrow I’ll definitely give it back.”

Matthew Harris scratched his head, hesitating for a long time before finally making up his mind.

“All right, but you have to give it back to me tomorrow!”

“It’s a deal!”

Ryan Clark let out a quiet breath and casually tucked the hunting knife into his wide sleeve.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes…

He cheerfully pulled Matthew Harris along and headed home together.

…

Chris Clark and his wife kept William Harris and his son for lunch, and then the father and son took their leave.

Meanwhile, Ryan Clark quietly rummaged through his father’s toolbox, found a whetstone, and quietly returned to his room, letting the curtain fall behind him.

It was clear that Chris Clark had already forgotten about going to Zhongyang Temple tomorrow.

He and The Bolton Family sat on the couch, chatting idly, both feeling heavy-hearted.

“Dear, do you think what Uncle Harris said is true?”

The Bolton Family asked uneasily.