Ryan Clark fumbled around for a while and quickly discovered that there was a cabinet placed in the corner of the wall. It was about two meters and thirty or forty centimeters tall, and at the top of the cabinet, there was a hidden recess. After testing the width and height, Ryan Clark put away his short knife, suddenly jumped up, grabbed the edge of the cabinet with both hands, used his arms to pull himself up, and smoothly slipped into the recess. Lying inside the cabinet, it would be very hard for anyone to notice him if they weren’t paying close attention.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the room.

Ryan Clark hid on top of the cabinet, peering out through the gaps in the wooden slats... He saw flickering lights, and then the door was pushed open. Two servants came in carrying lanterns. After lighting the oil lamp, they walked to the center of the room, lifted a floorboard, and revealed a pitch-black fire pit.

One of the servants left the room and brought in a basket of charcoal from outside, dumping it into the fire pit.

“Hurry up, if the master comes back soon and the temperature isn’t high enough, we’ll both be in trouble.”

“Aren’t I working on it?”

The other servant used a fire-blowing tube, constantly blowing air into the fire pit. The charcoal inside gradually glowed, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

“Buddy, do you think the master went too far today?”

“Went too far how?”

“I mean... we all know what kind of person the Cao family’s daughter-in-law is. She came to pawn her jade pendant to get talisman water for her son. The master’s actions are a bit heartless. Honestly, I can’t stand it... Our master isn’t short of money, so why make things hard for a woman?”

“Shut your mouth!”

Buddy quickly stopped the other servant, lowering his voice: “This kind of thing isn’t for us to judge. Don’t you know what kind of person the master is? He squeezes every last drop out of everything... If you ask me, it’s the Cao family’s daughter-in-law who was blind to come here to pawn. The master would never let such an opportunity slip by. If you want to blame someone, blame her for not having anyone to back her up—she’s just unlucky!”

Then, Buddy lowered his voice even more: “Do you really think our master is easy to deal with? What about Tiger Harris! He’s the top hero of Zhongyang Mountain... But I’m telling you, in less than three days, that tiger will be a dead tiger.”

Ryan Clark, lying on top of the cabinet, suddenly grew cold-eyed.

As expected, Henry Miller really does intend to kill William Harris...

“Buddy, how do you know?”

“Did you see Daniel Miller this afternoon?

I’m telling you, that guy was sent by the master to rush back to Wuyin County. By now, he’s probably almost there... If the big master over there reacts quickly, someone will definitely be sent over before dark tomorrow. At the latest, they’ll arrive in Zhongyang early the day after tomorrow.

Tiger Harris can fight, sure, but can he stand up to our big master?”

The servant grinned and said nothing more.

But from the way he was blowing hard to stoke the fire, it was clear he was scared.

The fire pit soon blazed, and the room became as warm as spring. The two servants chatted as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

Ryan Clark remained motionless on top of the cabinet.

Luckily, he had made a decisive choice; otherwise, disaster would have struck.

But the more things went on, the stronger Ryan Clark’s desire to kill Henry Miller became. This was a mad dog—if he wasn’t killed, he would eventually bring harm to everyone.

He curled up, closed his eyes.

Now that the fire pit was lit, that meant Henry Miller would be back soon!

One of the essential skills for a criminal police officer is stakeout duty. Back in the day, Ryan Clark once staked out for six days straight to catch a criminal. This short wait was nothing to him. Closing his eyes actually helped him conserve energy, waiting for Henry Miller to return.

...

Time passed little by little.

About an hour and a half later, footsteps sounded outside the room again.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Henry Miller, supported by a guard, staggered drunkenly into the room, shouting as he walked.

“I’ll make sure he dies a miserable death sooner or later!”

Who was he talking about?

Ryan Clark didn’t know.

But judging from Buddy and the others’ conversation earlier, it was probably William Harris.

“Master, do you want some sobering soup?”

The guard helped Henry Miller sit on the bed and asked carefully.

Henry Miller drunkenly waved his hand, “Liu, go get some rest... You still have to accompany me into the mountains tomorrow morning... Oh, right, where did you put the box Old Cheng just brought?”

The guard pointed to the bedside, “It’s right next to you.

Master, are you sure you don’t need me to serve you? If not, I’ll take my leave. If you need anything, just call.”

“Go on, go on!”

Henry Miller impatiently waved his hand, and the guard quickly left the room.

He didn’t notice that, on top of the cabinet in the corner, a pair of cold, piercing eyes were staring at Henry Miller through the gaps in the wooden slats.

Henry Miller picked up a bowl of water and gulped down a big mouthful.

Then he picked up a small box, opened it, and chuckled to himself.

The box wasn’t very big—about twenty centimeters long, less than ten centimeters wide, and about five centimeters high. The lid was engraved with exquisite patterns...

Henry Miller set the box aside, then took a jade pendant from his pocket and placed it inside.