Michael Yates was already scared out of his wits at the sight, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

 “Morgan Yates, d-don't kill me!”

 But Morgan Yates didn't hear Michael Yates at all. Ever since the incident with Quentin Yates, Morgan Yates had suffered a tremendous shock, completely awakening his dragon bloodline. However, Morgan Yates couldn't control the dragon bloodline; right now, he was like a killing machine, with only one thought—to kill Michael Yates standing before him.

 Lying on the ground, Little Grace saw Morgan Yates and sensed the murderous aura emanating from him. Realizing that Morgan Yates wanted to kill Michael Yates, she immediately shouted, “Young master Morgan Yates, don't kill Michael Yates!”

 Michael Yates was Dean Yates's son. If Michael Yates was killed by Morgan Yates, Morgan Yates would not survive either.

 “Don't kill me! If you kill me, you won't live either!”

 Michael Yates kept retreating, barely maintaining a shred of composure. The Morgan Yates before him was simply too terrifying. What kind of high-grade pill had he taken?

 “Young master Morgan Yates!”

 That loud shout from Little Grace pierced straight into Morgan Yates's mind. The red elemental energy gradually receded into his blood, the crimson gemstone-like eyes disappeared, and Morgan Yates stood where he was, looking around in surprise. “What just happened?”

 Michael Yates was stunned, realizing the drug's effect had worn off, and quickly tried to curry favor. “Morgan Yates, let's just call it even for today.”

 Morgan Yates looked around. All four house servants were lying on the ground. The heart of the servant at the first level of Qi Creation had been pierced directly, and he lay in a pool of blood.

 Staring at his own blood-soaked right hand, Morgan Yates was shocked. Was all of that really done by me? What exactly happened?

 But Morgan Yates quickly regained his composure, looked coldly at Michael Yates, and said, “Call it even? I'm afraid it's not that simple.”

 “Morgan Yates, don't push me too far. You've killed a house servant at the Qi Creation level—that's a serious crime. If I report this to the Punishment Hall, you won't get away with it,” Michael Yates said.

 “Report to the Punishment Hall? With my strength, not even at the Qi Creation level, I managed to defeat so many of you. If the higher-ups find out, who do you think they'll favor? Not only will they not punish me, they'll go out of their way to nurture me.”

 Morgan Yates said coldly, as two streams of black dragon power automatically refined themselves. Killing Michael Yates would be a piece of cake for him.

 “So what do you want?” Michael Yates's expression was uncertain.

 “You injured me, fine. But you also hurt Little Grace. Just hand over a hundred taels of silver as compensation.”

 “What? A hundred taels?” Michael Yates suppressed his anger. This Morgan Yates was being outrageously greedy—a hundred taels of silver was a huge sum for him.

 “Too little? True, how could the eldest young master of the The Yates Family be worth only a hundred taels of silver?” Morgan Yates mused.

 Michael Yates took a tael of gold from his pocket and reluctantly tossed it to Morgan Yates, feeling as if his heart was bleeding. He threatened, “You'd better hope you live to spend that money.”

 Morgan Yates smiled, took the gold, stuffed it into his pocket, and left the grass field with Little Grace in his arms.

 After hearing Morgan Yates's words, Uncle Foster immediately went to find Mary Yates. When Mary Yates heard that Michael Yates had dared to hit her maid, she rushed angrily to the grass field. But there was no one there, only traces of a fight could be seen.

 “Uncle Foster, looks like we're too late.”

 Mary Yates said. Morgan Yates hadn't even opened a single meridian; coming here would have been suicide.

 Upon hearing this, Uncle Foster's face immediately showed concern. “I'll go back and check. Maybe the young master has already rescued Little Grace.”

 Mary Yates shook her head helplessly and followed behind Uncle Foster. That Michael Yates guy, bullied by other young masters outside the clan, could only come back and pick on people like Morgan Yates in his own family. But how could Morgan Yates possibly have rescued Little Grace?

 Morgan Yates carried Little Grace back to his room, first giving her a Blood Circulation Pill, then using his energy to help treat her. Little Grace's internal injuries were mostly healed, but her external wounds were still open. If not cleaned in time, they would get infected. Although Morgan Yates knew that men and women shouldn't touch, he had no choice but to steel himself.

 Morgan Yates fetched a large bucket of water, first cleaning the unconscious Little Grace's face. Her delicate little face still bore the imprint of Xiao Ming's foot.

 Morgan Yates slowly removed Little Grace's outer garment, revealing a pink dudou. The dudou was slightly raised, making Morgan Yates's heart flutter—after all, he was a young man full of vigor, and couldn't help but react.

 But when he saw the dudou was completely stained with blood, Morgan Yates instantly snapped back to his senses. He took off Little Grace's dudou, and a pair of petite, budding breasts were immediately exposed to the air. They were like black holes, making it hard for Morgan Yates to look away.

 “Bang!” The room's door was suddenly kicked open. Mary Yates stormed in, her chest heaving with anger.

 “Well, Morgan Yates, turns out you're a pervert! Taking advantage of Little Grace while she's unconscious!”

 Morgan Yates immediately came to his senses, raising both hands like a thief and explained, “Little sister Mary Yates, you've misunderstood. I was just trying to help Little Grace bathe. Her external wounds are serious—if I don't clean them in time, they could get infected.”