Chapter 134: You’re Dead Meat

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Okay, I’ve got it.”

Clarence nodded.

He could see that Gunther seemed to find his idea a little whimsical.

Clarence did not explain himself, though. After dinner, he delved into the mental cultivation method and mnemonic chant Gunther had given him.

With the help of the 720 Anatomy Acupoints, Clarence combed through all the acupoints that martial artists’ internal energy operated with.

The so-called governing and conception vessels were made of several acupoints, all of which operated regularly with vital energy.

All night, Clarence worked on activating his governing and conception vessels.

Unfortunately, he did not have internal energy. Just as Gunther had said, he was indeed not able to activate the governing and conception vessels.

Clarence frowned. “Maybe I could try Thirteen Hell’s Gate Acupuncture?”

Clarence took action as soon as he spoke. He took out a silver needle and pricked his own acupoints.

He inserted nine needles in a row. According to Thirteen Hell’s Gate Acupuncture, this method was called the ‘Nine Needles Resurrection’.

The method could resurrect a dead man after nine needles were inserted into him.

The tenth needle: borrowing life from Satan! It meant you could borrow your life from Satan at the tenth needle.

The eleventh needle: expel your name from death! It meant you could get yourself off the book of death at the eleventh needle.

As Clarence inserted the twelfth needle, he shuddered suddenly, and his eyes lit up.

His governing and conception vessels had been activated by using Thirteen Hell’s Gate Acupuncture.

Early the next morning, Clarence had just gotten up from breakfast and was about to start with consultations when a woman walked into Thirteen Hall wearing a long floral dress, large sunglasses, a sunhat, and flat sandals.

Her ivory legs were flawless.

Her skin was tender and as white as milk.

Several eyes of the patients in Thirteen Hall nearly popped out of their sockets as they stared at the women who had come in.

Clarence was also startled. He looked at Cecilia as she entered the clinic. “Why are you dressed like that?”

The woman was Cecilia.

Her style today was different.

Cecilia had always looked like an aloof woman while she was hanging around bars, nightclubs, and companies. She was a strong career woman.

However, Cecilia was dressed very elegantly today. She looked just like a college student—innocent, lively, and beautiful.

Cecilia came forward with a smile. “I’m afraid I might be too overbearing, and that I might overwhelm you.

“Come on. Let’s go shopping. You can watch a movie with me today, too.”

Clarence smiled ruefully. “I’m Thirteen Hall’s owner. How can I go shopping instead of consulting patients?”

After the divorce, Clarence had made Thirteen Hall his main focus.

Cecilia put her arm around Clarence’s, nearly pressing herself against Clarence. “It’s only a handful of patients. Master Williams can handle them alone.

“Several stores on Walker Street have new items on sale today.

“If we don’t get there soon, the others are gonna take everything.”

With that said, she dragged Clarence out of Thirteen Hall.

Clarence turned around and looked to Master Williams for help.

Master Williams nodded knowingly. “Go ahead, Master Howard. I can handle them alone.”

Clarence wanted to faint. What he had meant to do was to get Master Williams to ask Clarence to stay back in Thirteen Hall.

Master Williams was not helping but actually making matters worse.

Clarence had no choice but to follow Cecilia to Walker Street. He began to think of the day as a day to relax.

His mood got much better once arriving at the crowded place. Cecilia was very energetic, dragging Clarence to various stores and stubbornly buying him several sets of casual outfits and two suits.

Clarence felt helpless. “Cecilia, are you shopping for yourself or for me?”

Cecilia snorted lightly. “I wonder who took off all their clothes and left their marriage without anything to their name after the divorce?

“I just feel sorry for my brother. What’s wrong with buying some clothes for you?”

Clarence was stunned.

Cecilia apologized quickly, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up again.”

“Cecilia, it’s okay. I’m going to the bathroom.” Clarence shook his head and headed to the bathroom nearby.

Clarence left.

Suddenly, a group of women emerged from behind a corner, one of whom accidentally bumped into Cecilia. Cecilia reacted quickly and staggered away, avoiding the spilled milk tea.

However, the woman was not so lucky. The milk tea in her hand spilled all over her body.

With a cocky look, one of the women pointed at Cecilia’s nose and swore at her in a mix of French and English, “Putain de merde! Don’t you know how to watch where you’re going?

“Are you f*cking blind?

“Can’t you see me standing here?

“Do you have any idea how expensive my clothes are?”

The woman looked angry.

Cecilia was not someone to be taken lightly. “Haha, you’re the blind one.

“I was standing still. You’re the one who bumped blindly into me.”

“The locals here are barbaric. Who the f*ck do you think you are, b*tch?” the woman said.

“Why are you flaunting your French? You xenocentric jerk!” Cecilia replied.

The woman’s face was grim. She threw the remaining half cup of milk tea she was still holding at Cecilia, spilling it all over her. “Girls, get her.”

The women’s friends rushed to seize Cecilia’s arms, pinning her hands behind her.

Slap…

The woman slapped Cecilia across the face, knocking her sunglasses off before she tramped them into pieces.

“How dare you slap me?” Cecilia’s eyes were wide with rage. She struggled desperately, but she could not get away from the four or five women by herself.

Slap… “I’m slapping you, you snobbish jerk.”

Slap… “Why aren’t you apologizing for spilling my milk tea?”

Slap… “How dare you talk back to me after soiling my clothes? How dare you call me a b*tch?”

Slap… “I’m a top student who graduated from France, and I work in Wall Street. Who do you think you are? How dare you talk back to me?”

Slap…

Slap…

She slapped Cecilia a dozen times, every slap so loud that Cecilia’s face soon grew red and swollen as her hair became increasingly disheveled. Passers-by around Walker Street stopped to watch on.

“I’ll give you a chance to get down on your knees and apologize. If you don’t, haha…” The woman sneered.

Cecilia gritted her teeth as blood trickled from the corners of her mouth. “Dream on…”

Slap… “Putain! How dare you talk back to me? I think you won’t be able to understand your mistake until you’re faced with grim reality.”

As the woman raised her hand to slap Cecilia once more, a figure rushed out and forcefully grabbed her wrist.

Crack!

There was a loud crack as her arm broke on the spot.

Clarence was not going to let her go so easily. He rushed forward and slapped her to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Slap… “Who the hell are you? How dare you slap others in public?”

Slap… “You’re just a b*tch. How dare you make such a scene?”

Slap… “Your master is abroad, and this is our country. Who do you think you are? How dare you act so wildly?”

Slap… “Who are you to slap my sister Cecilia?”

Slap… Slap… Slap…

Clarence slapped her over thirty times. Each one was brutal—he did not pity her one bit.

Onlooking passers-by were relieved. The woman had been too arrogant. She had called the locals barbaric while she called herself a top student from France. She had even scolded her compatriots with French. Everyone was already full of anger.

The woman’s face was swollen. Sitting on the ground, she stared manically at Clarence. “Putain! Putain! Putain! Who are you?

“How dare you slap me? You’re dead meat.

“I’ll call someone to come and kill you right away!”