Chapter 114: Why Should I Save You?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Clarence walked out of the ward. He had glanced at Miranda before leaving, meeting her cold gaze.

Just after leaving the hospital, Clarence entered the parking lot. He was immediately surrounded by a group of tall and burly men.

Clarence’s expression sank when he saw a familiar figure in the crowd. “You again?”

It was Gunther—a member of the Martial Arts Association and an employee of Julian’s.

Gunther’s face was just as grim as Clarence’s. After Clarence had crippled his pubic region, he could not release any more internal energy.

After returning from that fight, Gunther was no longer a martial artist, even though he had managed to restore his basic human abilities.

Gunther was also no longer Julian’s number one goon..

Gunther said coldly, “My master wants to see you.”

“Julian again. It seems he’s the one who’s trying to kill me.” Clarence’s voice turned cold. “You couldn’t take me with you last time. Do you think you’ll be able to succeed this time?”

Gunther shook his head. “I’m not going to take you by force.

“Your wife and family are in the hospital. You might have some skills, but what about them?”

Gunther’s tone was calm, but his threat was as clear as day.

If Clarence did not go with him, Gunther would go after Miranda and the others.

Clarence could ignore Peony and the rest of her family, but he could not do that to Miranda.

Clarence was no longer calm. “Don’t you dare!”

Gunther chuckled and shook his head. “Although people in the martial arts world aren’t good people, we know not to harm others’ wives and families.

“If you cooperate with us, your wife and mother-in-law’s family will be safe.”

Clarence said indifferently, “What did Julian want to see me about?”

“You’ll find out after getting in the car.” Gunther turned around and got into a black Mercedes van. Clarence pondered it before following suit.

The van started up and headed out of the hospital. After about twenty minutes, it stopped at a luxurious private club downtown.

Clarence met Julian in a lavish private room.

Julian was wearing a white Tang suit and holding a silver cross. He was not yet even in his 40s, yet looked as sophisticated as and possessed the demeanor of an old man in his 60s or 70s.

He occupied a high position.

He was very imposing.

“Mr. Julian, he’s here,” Gunther said respectfully.

“Are you the one who’s trying to kill me?” Clarence got straight to the point.

Julian paused and shook his head. “Why would I want to kill you?”

Clarence was a little surprised. “It wasn’t you? I had a car accident as soon as I left the Wright family’s house.

“I couldn’t think of anyone else besides you or Jerald.”

Julian shrugged. “What do you think?”

With that said, he stared at Clarence.

“I’m starting to think…

“It’s not you who’s trying to kill me.”

Clarence shook his head and sat down on the couch. “If you wanted to kill me, you could have asked Gunther to drive me to an abandoned factory in the suburbs or to an empty mass grave.

“You wouldn’t bring me here, much less allow me to see you. Wouldn’t that bring you trouble once I’m dead?

“With your status, you wouldn’t make such a mistake.

“I thought it was you before meeting you. Now I’m sure it wasn’t you.”

Julian asked with a chuckle, “Do you think it’s my big brother, then?”

Clarence shook his head. “Probably not. Judging by the way you speak and the way you call him your big brother, he’s probably stronger than you.

“Even you aren’t willing to kill a nobody like me, so your big brother won’t want to kill me either. You guys wouldn’t set your sights so low.”

Julian gave Clarence an appreciative look and narrowed his eyes. “Not bad. You’re quite competent.”

As he changed the subject, the temperature of the room suddenly ran cold.

“However, that’s not enough!”

Swoosh!

Julian raised his hand, and a coffee cup from the coffee table flew toward Clarence’s cheek.

If Clarence failed to dodge it, the coffee cup would have smashed into his face.

However, Julian’s movements were as slow as an ant to Clarence’s eyes.

Clarence could easily see the coffee cup’s trajectory.

Not moving, Clarence merely leaned his head aside. The coffee cup flew over him and hit the wall behind him, exploding with a ‘pop’.

Julian was surprised. He had learned from Gunther that Clarence was strong.

However, he had not expected Clarence to be so strong. No martial artist would have been able to easily dodge the coffee cup just now.

Even if they could have, they would not have just moved their heads and not their lower bodies.

They would have been in a fluster.

“Mr. Howard, you’re indeed strong. Do you know martial arts?” Julian stared at Clarence.

Clarence’s face was grim. “Is this how you treat your guest, Mr. Julian?”

“Hahaha. Don’t be mad, Mr. Howard. I heard from Gunther that you’re strong.

“I was already interested in you, but now I’m more interested in you, so I just wanted to test you,” Julian laughed.

“Besides, Gunther’s my employee, and you’ve crippled his pubic region, Mr. Howard. Just think of that rudeness as justice for Gunther.”

Clarence frowned. “Mr. Julian, you didn’t ask me here just to tell me that, did you?”

Julian nodded and gave Clarence a second look. “You’re right, Mr. Howard. I’ve looked you up.

“Although you’re young, there’s something special about your medical skills. You’ve saved Joshua and Jackson of the Hayes family, and you’ve even cured the pulmonary edema my dad has been suffering from for years.

“I’m very interested in your medical skills, Mr. Howard. I’d like to ask you to help me cure an illness.”

“Cure an illness?” Clarence looked at Julian.

Julian nodded affirmatively, looking sincere. “Yes, cure an illness.”

“I heard that you can find out a patient’s illness without even feeling their pulse or asking about their symptoms. I wonder if you can tell what’s wrong with me, Mr. Howard?” 

Clarence glanced at Julian. “Mr. Julian, you’re a martial artist, but you’ve injured your governing and conception vessels. You probably haven’t been able to use force for the last few years.

“When you attacked me, you forcibly activated the vital energy in your body. If I’m not wrong, the area three inches below your left shoulder must be in excruciating pain right now.

“A normal person would have screamed.

“However, you managed to hold it in with determination.”

Clarence smiled at Julian as he finished speaking.

Clarence could amaze the world when no one was expecting much from him.

Julian jerked up from the couch.

The motion was so violent that he tugged at the area three inches from his left shoulder, the sharp pain making him bare his teeth. “Mr. Howard, you really are good!”

“Haha.” Clarence smiled faintly.

Clarence had X-ray vision, so he could tell at a glance what was wrong with anyone.

Julian dropped his arrogance and acted humbly. “To tell you the truth, I’m the vice president of the Martial Arts Association Mediterranean City branch. I forced a breakthrough five years ago and injured my governing and conception vessels.

“The governing and conception vessels are as important to martial artists as an engine is to cars.

“Once they were injured, I could never fight again. My body would be in great pain if I forced it.

“I wonder if you can save me, Mr. Howard?”

Clarence chuckled. “Of course I can, but why would I save you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold and solemn.