Chapter 101 - Clarence: Who's Trying To Kill Me?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Clarence did not take the check. He simply let it fall to the floor.

“Sorry, I don’t have the time.”

Clarence got up and headed out of the private room, not even bothering to ask any further questions.

He would have considered it if she had asked nicely.

She had just written a check for one hundred million and threw it onto the ground. Was it charity for beggars?

Leanne watched Clarence leave and did not say anything to stop him. She looked helplessly at her best friend. “You drove my guest away.”

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Selina Lawson’s face was full of disdain. “Tsk! What does a barefoot doctor have to be so arrogant about?

“Leanne, I looked him up before you introduced me to him.”

“Clarence Howard, 23 years old. He’s only received a junior high education. He grew up in a now-demolished orphanage on the outskirts of Mediterranean City. The orphans have now all left and moved away.

“He joined the Murphy family three years ago and became their son-in-law.

“He was lucky enough to have saved Old Master Murphy, thus becoming the Murphy family’s matrilocal son-in-law.

“Jackson from the Hayes family gave him Thirteen Hall because he saved his life.

“If it wasn’t for Jackson and the Wright family, do you think this kid would have had the chance to make it into high society?

“I’m only paying him one hundred million because of you, Leanne.

“Do you believe that in three days, he’ll get down on his knees and beg me to give him one hundred million dollars?”

Selina had seen many people who appeared to have an unyielding character but turned into bootlickers the next second.

She had met all sorts of people after being in the overseas billionaire society for years.

“That’s what’s bad about Caucasians.”

Selina looked proud. She seemed to have forgotten that she was also Caucasian.

Leanne let out a sad, helpless laugh. “You’re just so proud. Is it so difficult to be humble?”

Selina gave a soft grunt. “That depends on who it is. Does he think he’s European royalty?

“Is a barefoot doctor like him good enough?”

Leanne changed the topic. “Let’s stop talking about him. You didn’t just come back for a doctor, did you?”

Clarence had just left Tomlake Heights. He was about to leave when a black Mercedes van came to a screeching halt in front of him.

Seven or eight burly military men rushed out of the van and surrounded Clarence.

“Get in. My master wants to see you.”

The face of a middle-aged man with a buzzcut darkened. He was wearing a camouflage outfit.

“Who is your master?” Clarence frowned.

He put his hands into his pocket and held a few silver needles between his fingertips, ready to strike at any time.

When it came to strength, he was no match for these burly men.

In particular, there was the man with a buzzcut in the camouflage military pants. Clarence looked over with his x-ray vision and saw internal energy flowing through his meridians.

‘Is this the legendary internal energy?’

“You’ll find out once you’re there.”

“Come with us.” The tone of the man with a buzzcut allowed no room for doubt. He waved his hand. “Take him away.”

Since Clarence would not cooperate, they had to use force.

Seven or eight burly men rushed up with ferocious looks on their faces.

Clarence backed away quickly. There was no telling what would happen to him if these people caught him.

“Wanna run? Haha.

“If you don’t want to suffer, you’d better surrender,” the man with a buzzcut sneered.

The seven or eight big men had already rushed over and were about to catch Clarence.

However, Clarence was swift. Like a loach, he glided through the crowd. The silver needles in his hand stabbed the burly men’s acupoints unceremoniously.

“Oof.”

The sound of muffled groans rang out.

With only one shot, these burly men were put out of action and fell to the ground in pain.

The expression of the man with a buzzcut immediately changed. “What did you do to them?”

Needle in hand, Clarence was calm. “Nothing. I just put them out of action. They won’t die.”

“You have a death wish.”

The man with a buzzcut roared. He jumped seven or eight meters high. It was as if he had a spring installed in his feet.

With one flying kick, he hit Clarence in the chest.

The kick would have killed Clarence or at least seriously injured him if it had not missed.

A nauseating chill took over Clarence’s heart. He narrowed his eyes and focused to make sure he dodged the man with a buzzcut.

To Clarence’s surprise, the man with a buzzcut suddenly became extremely slow, just like the slow-motion scenes in movies, after Clarence focused on him.

“What’s going on?”

Clarence was delighted. “Could it be my eyes?”

“Not only do I have X-ray vision, but I can also slow down martial artists’ movements?”

Slightly excited, Clarence continued to focus as he looked at the man with a buzzcut’s flying kick. He jerked sideways and dodged his kick.

“Huh?”

The man with a buzzcut saw Clarence dodge and was a little surprised. Then, he sneered, “Oh boy, you dodged my kick. I wonder if you’re lucky, or if you know martial arts too.

“Your footsteps are weak. You don’t know martial arts at all.

“You dodged me once, but can you dodge me a second time?”

He missed once, so he was now launching strike two.

The man with a buzzcut grunted and with a sudden thrust, kicked Clarence in the chest again.

Clarence focused, causing the man with a buzzcut to move slowly before his eyes.

This time, Clarence stopped dodging. He took the initiative instead.

With his X-ray vision, Clarence saw the internal energy flowing in the man with a buzzcut, which finally converged three inches below his navel.

There had been a time when Clarence had been crazy about martial arts novels.

Therefore, he knew this was the pubic region.

The man with a buzzcut’s power source was the pubic region.

Clarence no longer hesitated and stabbed at the man with a buzzcut’s pubic region with the needle in his hand. He hit it in one strike.

“Oof!”

The man with a buzzcut was like a deflated ball. His strong body shook violently, and he was soon on all fours like a wimp.

Energy mattered most to martial artists.

Once the internal energy at his pubic region had leaked, the man with a buzzcut was less than an ordinary man.

Clarence looked coldly at the man with a buzzcut. “Tell me. Who asked you to capture me?”

The man with a buzzcut remained stubborn. “What did you do to me?”

Clarence chuckled. “Nothing. I’ve just temporarily blocked your pubic region.”

The man with a buzzcut was furious. “Wait and see. I’ll kill you once I can move again.”

Without speaking another word, Clarence took out a silver needle and stabbed it into the man’s spine.

There was a ‘pain acupoint’ there that went straight to the central nervous system. It would magnify one’s pain sensitivity by a thousandfold.

“Ahh…”

The man with a buzzcut let out a piercing scream as if ten thousand ants were gnawing on his flesh simultaneously.

“Speak.”

Clarence only needed to say one word.

As a martial artist, the man with a buzzcut could not bear the pain and begged for mercy. “Forgive me. I’ll speak. I’ll speak.”

Clarence raised his hand and pulled out the silver needle.

The man with a buzzcut looked at Clarence with fear. “My name is Gunther Simmons, and the vice president sent us to bring you over.”

“Vice president?” Clarence frowned.

Gunther immediately nodded. “It’s Julian, the Wright family’s second heir. He’s the vice president of the Martial Arts Association’s Mediterranean City branch.”

Clarence’s face darkened. “Julian!”

‘Does Julian want me dead?

‘Did Julian arrange the car accident too?’