Edward Clark straightened up from the glass case, calmly tidied his clothes, pressed his palms together, and, with a compassionate smile in his eyes, said, "I must ask you to help me return to the Buddha's side as soon as possible."

Perhaps realizing that this monk truly did not fear death, the robbers were at a loss for a moment, and the sound of police sirens outside grew louder and louder.

"Hey, monk, you're not afraid of dying?" The one holding Henry Clark was clearly the leader, grinning viciously.

"Of course I'm afraid, but some things are more important than my life or death." Edward Clark pressed his palms together, his expression calm.

"Monk, you're a high monk, I believe your words." The robber nodded in admiration, then turned the gun to point at Henry Clark's head. "If you don't open it, I'll kill this blind man first. No one in this exhibition hall will survive. I wonder, do you believe what I say?"

His eyes were filled only with coldness and ferocity. He laughed maniacally: "3...2..."

"I'll open it." Edward Clark lowered his head in gloom, letting out a long sigh. "I'll open it."

"Then hurry up!" The robber tapped Henry Clark's head with the gun. "This cripple seems really scared."

"Alright..." Edward Clark's fingers trembled as he opened the keypad on the bulletproof glass, then took out the key in his hand, slowly turned it, and with a crisp click, the glass case was opened.

The moment the protection was lifted, the robber seemed to sense Henry Clark's body tremble and his breathing grow heavy, but he just thought he was scared and paid no attention, his gaze already drawn to the relic.

Even without the light shining on it, the relic did not dim, but instead glowed like uncut jade, inspiring reverence and an irresistible urge to worship.

The robber laughed, gesturing with his hand. "Hand it over."

Edward Clark took a deep breath, picked up the cushion with the Buddha's bone relic, and slowly approached, getting closer and closer, until it was within reach.

Fifty million dollars, just like that?

The robber reached out his hand toward the relic, but was blocked by another hand.

A thin, pale hand grabbed the relic before he could. Henry Clark, guided by his inner sense, gripped the Buddha's finger bone tightly, smiled at the robber who was just inches away, and a faint sound of something piercing flesh was heard.

"You know? I hate it the most when people point guns at me."

Henry Clark lowered his head slightly, revealing his eyes through the gap in his sunglasses, and in that emptiness there seemed to be a mocking glint.

His slender wrist twisted, and the dagger stabbed into the robber's heart twisted as well, nearly piercing out through the wound, then slid along his palm into his sleeve.

Immediately after, he released the dagger, suddenly lunged at the nearby Edward Clark, and a barrage of gunshots rang out. In the instant all the robbers' attention was drawn to this spot, the guards hidden among the crowd and the police outside launched their assault.

It was just a coincidence, but the coordination was flawless.

Amid the chaos created by the intense gunfire, the crowd scattered in panic. Edward Clark, pale-faced, climbed up from the ground and looked at Henry Clark. "Are you really not afraid of dying?"

"Weren't you trying to make me feel something?" Henry Clark smiled. "I felt it. And... I really hate it when people bully the blind."

He tried to get up and take cover, but in the midst of the noise, his body suddenly convulsed, a sharp pain shot through his waist and ribs, and it felt as if his body was being torn apart.

The robber, with a dagger stuck in his heart, was unwilling to accept such an absurd defeat. As his life ebbed away, he struggled to pull the trigger. At the same time, he was targeted by the police outside the window. The moment the bullet from his pistol flew toward Henry Clark, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the robber's head. Through the terrifying wound, one could see white brain matter. The cheap bullet, propelled at a terrifying speed, ended his life completely.

But the last bullet he fired also pierced Henry Clark's chest, going straight through his heart and finally lodging in his lung.

Unstoppable blood gushed from Henry Clark's wound, and in his pain and confusion, he collapsed to the ground.

"Henry Clark! Henry Clark!" Edward Clark's face was filled with terror as he turned him over. "Are you alright? I'll call an ambulance right away! Hold on a little longer."

"Cough, cough..." Henry Clark's glasses fell to the ground, his dilated pupils staring blankly at the ceiling. In disbelief, he said, "This feeling... was I shot?"

"It's just a minor wound, I'll bandage you up right away, the ambulance will be here soon!" Edward Clark's fingers trembled as he tore two strips of cloth from his monk's robe. "Are you stupid? It's just a piece of bone fossil. If they want it, just let them take it!"

"Heh heh... Monk, you don't understand..." Henry Clark gripped his palm tightly, feeling something warm and smooth in his hand pulsing with his blood. He smiled. "I felt it... I really felt it..."

He suddenly began to cough, his face turning bluish-purple, and he said with difficulty, "It's something very warm..."