It was just that even he himself couldn't believe that the timid Ryan Clark would actually have such courage. So he hurried to Cheng Ji Trading House, only to see Ryan Clark crawling out from the dog hole... Although William Harris didn't go inside to check, from the bloodstains on Ryan Clark, he already knew the answer.

"Ah!"

Matthew Harris suddenly let out a loud scream, startling the couple Chris Clark.

"You bastard, you did such a big thing and didn't tell me... you, you, you... Afu, did you really kill someone?"

Ryan Clark lifted his head, and on his thin, slightly pale face, a brilliant smile appeared.

He ignored Matthew Harris, and instead said to The Bolton Family, "Mother, that fat bastard bullied you, so I killed him!"

"My good boy!"

The Bolton Family wanted to scold him, but as the words reached her lips, they changed in tone. She rushed forward and hugged Ryan Clark's thin body tightly, saying over and over, "Mother is useless, mother is useless... and made my good boy take such a risk. Peng'er, are you alright, are you hurt?"

Chris Clark still couldn't believe that his own son had really killed someone.

He looked up at William Harris, as if asking for confirmation.

William Harris nodded, "Brother, with all this blood on Afu, if he hadn't killed someone, how could he be stained like this?"

"You... really killed Cheng Ji?"

Ryan Clark, still in The Bolton Family's embrace, took out a jade pendant from his clothes and stuffed it into The Bolton Family's hand. "Mother, isn't this the thing that Cheng Ji stole from us?"

The Bolton Family only glanced at it and nodded repeatedly.

But the more it was so, the more her heart ached. Seeing Chris Clark with a dark face, about to come over and scold, she immediately pulled Ryan Clark behind her. "Chris Clark, what do you want?"

"This wretched child, this wretched child, how could he do such a thing?"

Chris Clark was an honest man. In his eyes, killing was a grave crime, punishable by beheading.

But The Bolton Family blocked Chris Clark firmly, shouting angrily, "So what if he killed him? What's the big deal? That Cheng Ji deserved to die anyway. My son avenged me—it's only right and proper. Chris Clark, if you dare lay a finger on Peng'er, I'll fight you to the end!"

Chris Clark was so angry he couldn't speak, pointing at The Bolton Family, but not knowing what to say.

It was William Harris who spoke up: "Afu, come and tell uncle, how did you kill Cheng Ji?"

"Okay!"

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Ryan Clark recounted everything that had happened, one by one.

"Uncle, I also heard Cheng Ji's lackeys say they've already sent someone to Wuyin County, planning to have the authorities come after you... They also said that at the latest, before dark tomorrow, the officials will arrive. Cheng Ji also said: he must take your life!"

William Harris's expression changed instantly.

His dark face, under the lamplight, shifted through many emotions.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, "Well done, well done... Afu, thanks to you killing that scoundrel, otherwise uncle would have been in big trouble.

Uncle thanks you for removing this mortal threat for me and my son."

As he spoke, he looked up and stared at Chris Clark, "Brother, we need to make a decision!"

"What decision?"

"Set out immediately... we leave right now."

Chris Clark frowned deeply, looking a bit hesitant. "But all our household goods haven't been sold yet. Even if we leave, we can't just hit the road empty-handed."

"Father!"

Ryan Clark poked his little head out from behind The Bolton Family, holding a money pouch in one small hand.

"We just need to take the money and valuables with us."

"Where did you get the money?"

Chris Clark took it, opened the pouch, and saw that it actually contained four or five strings of wuzhu coins.

He couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly asked. But as soon as he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his face: Ryan Clark had just killed Cheng Ji, and the money pouch was stained with blood... the source of the money was obvious. It must have been taken after the killing.

Killing is a capital crime, and so is robbery!

This child... used to be timid and meek, as timid as a mouse.

But what happened today? He was so bold, and his thinking had become so meticulous.

William Harris, on the other hand, burst out laughing, and the look he gave Ryan Clark grew softer and softer.

This child really is like thunder after three years of silence—astonishing everyone with a single feat... Before, he thought Matthew Harris was the boldest, but now it seemed Ryan Clark was even bolder.

Just from the calmness he showed after killing, it was clear he was someone with great potential.

William Harris nodded and said, "Brother, Afu is right.

All that junk in our house isn't worth much even if we sell it. As long as we have money, we can survive anywhere.

There's no time to lose, we must leave at once.

If day breaks and someone finds Cheng Ji's body, even if we want to leave, it might be too late.

Hutou, help tidy things up here. I'll go back and get my luggage, then we'll leave this place... Brother, don't blame Afu. If he hadn't discovered it in time, who knows, you and I might not have escaped death, and ended up beheaded."

At this point, the honest Chris Clark had no other choice.

"As you say, brother."

He glanced at Ryan Clark, and shook his head helplessly. "Peng'er, go change your clothes. All that blood will make people suspicious."

"You go pack up, I'll take Peng'er to change."

As The Bolton Family spoke, she took Ryan Clark's hand and led him into the inner room.