"Good! Very good!"

He said no more, but stared intently at Henry Walker, as if trying to memorize him from head to toe.

With a loud crash, Jason Bolton stood up and stormed out in anger.

"Congratulations to this gentleman." The host beamed with joy on stage. To be able to sell an internal skill manual at such a high price, even when its authenticity was uncertain, meant his share of the profits would be several times higher than usual.

He received the manual and handed over the silver notes.

Henry Walker didn't even look at the last item. After saying a word to Charles Reed, he left on his own.

Now that he had the manual, he was out of money.

Robert Brooks kept following him, bringing along two guards for protection, afraid something might happen to him.

They retraced their steps, left the cave, and Henry Walker glanced at the sky outside—it was already late at night.

The The Reed Family carriage was already waiting outside.

Robert Brooks couldn't go far, so he had a few guards accompany Henry Walker as he left, while he himself returned to continue guarding young master Charles Reed.

With three guards in tow, Henry Walker walked out of the stone house, ready to get into the carriage.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in from around the village.

One of the guards grew alert, looking around, but found nothing amiss.

Sss!

Amidst a faint scraping sound, a black shadow suddenly darted around the guard.

It pierced straight through the circle of people, charging directly at Henry Walker in the center.

The black shadow moved so fast that the guards couldn't react at all, and their formation was instantly broken.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three crisp sounds in quick succession—the black shadow's short blade slashed each of the three guards' hands at lightning speed.

The three grunted, quickly retreating and clutching their wrists.

They were just hired guards of the The Reed Family, not die-hard loyalists, so naturally, they wouldn't risk their lives for the The Reed Family.

Seeing the black shadow's unstoppable momentum, they simply dodged aside. After all, with their wrists injured, they had an excuse.

With this thought, the three immediately broke formation, completely exposing Henry Walker in the middle.

"Die!"

A low, gruff voice came from the black shadow.

He raised his short blade and slashed fiercely at Henry Walker's chest.

Although his strength and speed had dropped after injuring three people in a row, dealing with an ordinary rich young master was still easy for him.

Besides, even if the opponent was trained, it didn't matter—here in Jiulian City, aside from a handful of people, no one else was his match.

Before making his move, Jason Bolton had carefully checked—his target wasn't among those few.

After being outbid at the auction, although he was from the The Bolton Family, he also had another identity.

He was one of the notorious wolf bandit leaders outside Zihua City.

Since the auction failed, he might as well just take it by force. It wasn't his first time doing this, and the underworld never guaranteed the winner's safety.

After killing and robbing, he could save over a thousand taels for himself—why not?

Chapter 10 Alice Grant (Part 2)

The short blade rapidly approached Henry Walker's chest, slicing his clothes open in one stroke.

Henry Walker's masked face stared at him motionlessly, as if stunned with fear.

A cruel smile curled at Jason Bolton's lips.

"Don't blame me—blame yourself for provoking the wrong people!"

The blade tip swiftly cut through Henry Walker's clothes, grazing his skin.

Bang!!!

At that moment, Henry Walker suddenly leaned back, drawing a black python from his waist—it was actually a broadsword.

The broadsword swept out from behind him, its blade slamming hard into the short blade in Jason Bolton's hand. The speed was so fast that Jason Bolton's exhausted blade technique was no match at all.

The short blade was struck and sent flying high into the air.

Henry Walker flipped the blade and brought it down in a Tiger Fiend strike straight at Jason Bolton's head.

Whoosh!

The air was split with a faint tiger's roar as the strike closed in. Jason Bolton's pupils shrank sharply.

His hair stood on end. No matter what, he never expected that this rich young master, protected by three guards, would suddenly explode with such terrifying strength.

Such reflexes, such speed!

Not good!!

He didn't have time to think. He flipped backward on the spot, his feet tapping the ground seven or eight times in quick succession, turning to flee.

Sss!

The tip of a broadsword pierced through his chest.

Blood slowly seeped from the wound.

Sss!

Henry Walker walked over, pulled the broadsword from his body, and wiped the blade on the corpse.

"Let's go. Take me home."

He calmly boarded the carriage, lowered the curtain, leaving behind the three guards and two gatekeepers.

The five, plus the coachman, stared at the corpse on the ground, none of them saying a word.

Especially the three guards—their faces had turned pale. They silently boarded the carriage, not uttering a single word.

"Hyah!"

The coachman flicked the whip, and the carriage slowly started moving.

For a while, only the sound of the wheels rolling could be heard inside the carriage.

The three guards sat face to face with Henry Walker for a while, unable to bear the silence. One by one, they got off the carriage, following alongside on foot.

Soon, only Henry Walker was left inside.

He sat upright on a cloth cushion, expressionless, eyes half-closed, as if dozing.