He put on his shoes, walked to the door, and opened it.

Immediately, a tall figure appeared at the doorway, blocking his path. This person was William Bolton, one of Clark Langley's lackeys.

"Young Master Han, the chief steward has ordered that you must stay in your room today!" William Bolton said with a sly grin. Although the person in front of him was the son of the family head, he was notorious for being a good-for-nothing—a joke in William Bolton's eyes.

Henry Langley's gaze turned cold as he said, "You dare block me?"

That's right, I'm blocking you. The chief steward said that under no circumstances should Henry Langley be allowed to cause trouble today. If necessary, a beating is fine too! William Bolton forced a smile and said, "These are the chief steward's orders. Please, Young Master Han, don't make things difficult for me."

That old dog Clark Langley really was cautious. Even after severely injuring him, he still wasn't at ease and sent someone to guard the door. This showed just how important it was for his grandson to enter Huyang Academy—when that hope was shattered, Clark Langley's disappointment and anger could well be imagined.

"Get out of my way!" Henry Langley said coldly.

"Young Master Han, this is the chie—"

Smack!

Henry Langley raised his hand and slapped him across the face, saying coldly, "What are you? When I tell you to get lost, you get lost!"

What? He, a good-for-nothing, actually slapped me? William Bolton couldn't believe it as he held his face. This loser actually dared to strike him—and even landed the hit. What kind of joke was this?

Furious, he recalled Clark Langley's earlier words: if necessary, use force. Malice welled up in his heart as he said menacingly, "Young Master Han, you brought this on yourself—"

Smack!

Henry Langley swung his hand again, landing another solid slap.

Chapter 0002: Overbearing

William Bolton was about to go crazy. He had actually been slapped twice in a row by a good-for-nothing! In his rage, he didn't even stop to wonder how someone at the second level of Body Refinement could slap him, a fourth-level practitioner, twice. He roared and lunged at Henry Langley.

He had only one thought now: to give this loser a vicious beating.

He threw a punch, full of strength, the force whistling through the air.

Henry Langley remained exceptionally calm. In his previous life, he could have dealt with ten thousand William Boltons with a snap of his fingers, but now he only had the strength of the second level of Body Refinement. It was troublesome, but only a minor inconvenience. After all, the one controlling this body now was once a powerhouse at the Heaven-Human Realm—his insight was still there!

As soon as William Bolton raised his hand or moved his foot, Henry Langley could predict where the punch would land and where his steps would go. So, the moment William Bolton threw his punch, Henry Langley had already reacted.

Whoosh—seeing his punch about to land, William Bolton couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile. If he landed this punch, his overwhelming strength would instantly render Henry Langley unable to resist, leaving him at his mercy.

Hit!

Hmm?

William Bolton looked surprised. The punch seemed to land on Henry Langley's face, but in reality, it missed by a hair—Henry Langley had stepped back just in time, perfectly dodging the blow.

Not a bit more, not a bit less—it was as if it had been measured with a ruler, stopping right at the tip of Henry Langley's nose.

It must be a coincidence, William Bolton thought to himself.

Just then, Henry Langley swung another slap.

Smack! A crisp, loud sound rang out as William Bolton took another solid slap.

"Damn it!" William Bolton spat, and after a furious roar, he threw another punch at Henry Langley.

Henry Langley moved almost at the same time, leaning his upper body back. Whoosh—William Bolton's punch missed again. Henry Langley braced his hands on the ground and, taking advantage of the momentum, kicked out with his right foot. Thud! The kick landed squarely between William Bolton's legs.

"Aaaargh—" So what if he was at the fourth level of Body Refinement? He hadn't trained his groin to be made of iron. Taking that kick, William Bolton immediately dropped to his knees, clutching his crotch, cold sweat beading on his face.

"You're so despicable!" William Bolton said through clenched teeth, his face twisted in agony.

Smack!

Henry Langley slapped him again, and William Bolton spat out several broken teeth. Naturally, Henry Langley felt no sympathy. He said, "A dog is a dog—no way you'll ever spit out ivory."

William Bolton was furious. He was kneeling on the ground, being slapped repeatedly by someone at the second level of Body Refinement. What humiliation! He wanted to fight back, but that kick to his vital spot had completely destroyed his ability to resist—any movement sent waves of pain through him.

But he absolutely couldn't let Henry Langley ruin Clark Langley's plans. If he failed his task... with Clark Langley's personality, he would definitely be finished.

"Y-Young Master Han, listen to me. You can't leave here. Actually, actually, you've been poisoned. If you leave this room, the poison will flare up and you'll die." He racked his brains for an excuse—anything to keep Henry Langley here.

Henry Langley couldn't help but laugh. Did he really think such a clumsy act could fool him? He kicked William Bolton flying and, not wanting to waste time with this lackey, hurried off. He had to stop Clark Langley's plot from succeeding—otherwise, his father's sacrifice would have been for nothing.

As for William Bolton? Henry Langley certainly wouldn't bother with such a small fry. As long as Clark Langley saw him appear, he would definitely punish William Bolton—there was no need for Henry Langley to dirty his own hands.