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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.
Clarenceâs expression sank when he saw a familiar figure in the crowd. âYou again?â
It was Guntherâa member of the Martial Arts Association and an employee of Julianâs.
Guntherâs face was just as grim as Clarenceâs. 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.
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Gunther was also no longer Julianâs number one goon.
Gunther said coldly, âMy master wants to see you.â
âJulian again. It seems heâs the one whoâs trying to kill me.â Clarenceâs voice turned cold. âYou couldnât take me with you last time. Do you think youâll be able to succeed this time?â
Gunther shook his head. âIâm not going to take you by force.
âYour wife and family are in the hospital. You might have some skills, but what about them?â
Guntherâs 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. âDonât you dare!â
Gunther chuckled and shook his head. âAlthough people in the martial arts world arenât good people, we know not to harm othersâ wives and families.
âIf you cooperate with us, your wife and mother-in-lawâs family will be safe.â
Clarence said indifferently, âWhat did Julian want to see me about?â
âYouâll find out after getting in the car.â 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.
âMr. Julian, heâs here,â Gunther said respectfully.
âAre you the one whoâs trying to kill me?â Clarence got straight to the point.
Julian paused and shook his head. âWhy would I want to kill you?â
Clarence was a little surprised. âIt wasnât you? I had a car accident as soon as I left the Wright familyâs house.
âI couldnât think of anyone else besides you or Jerald.â
Julian shrugged. âWhat do you think?â
With that said, he stared at Clarence.
âIâm starting to think...
âItâs not you whoâs trying to kill me.â
Clarence shook his head and sat down on the couch. âIf 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.
âYou wouldnât bring me here, much less allow me to see you. Wouldnât that bring you trouble once Iâm dead?
âWith your status, you wouldnât make such a mistake.
âI thought it was you before meeting you. Now Iâm sure it wasnât you.â
Julian asked with a chuckle, âDo you think itâs my big brother, then?â
Clarence shook his head. âProbably not. Judging by the way you speak and the way you call him your big brother, heâs probably stronger than you.
âEven you arenât willing to kill a nobody like me, so your big brother wonât want to kill me either. You guys wouldnât set your sights so low.â
Julian gave Clarence an appreciative look and narrowed his eyes. âNot bad. Youâre quite competent.â
As he changed the subject, the temperature of the room suddenly ran cold.
âHowever, thatâs not enough!â
Swoosh!
Julian raised his hand, and a coffee cup from the coffee table flew toward Clarenceâs cheek.
If Clarence failed to dodge it, the coffee cup would have smashed into his face.
However, Julianâs movements were as slow as an ant to Clarenceâs eyes.
Clarence could easily see the coffee cupâs trajectory.
Not moving, Clarence merely leaned his head aside. The coffee cup flew over him and hit the wall behind him, exploding with a âpopâ.
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.
âMr. Howard, youâre indeed strong. Do you know martial arts?â Julian stared at Clarence.
Clarenceâs face was grim. âIs this how you treat your guest, Mr. Julian?â
âHahaha. Donât be mad, Mr. Howard. I heard from Gunther that youâre strong.
âI was already interested in you, but now Iâm more interested in you, so I just wanted to test you,â Julian laughed.
âBesides, Guntherâs my employee, and youâve crippled his pubic region, Mr. Howard. Just think of that rudeness as justice for Gunther.â
Clarence frowned. âMr. Julian, you didnât ask me here just to tell me that, did you?â
Julian nodded and gave Clarence a second look. âYouâre right, Mr. Howard. Iâve looked you up.
âAlthough youâre young, thereâs something special about your medical skills. Youâve saved Joshua and Jackson of the Hayes family, and youâve even cured the pulmonary edema my dad has been suffering from for years.
âIâm very interested in your medical skills, Mr. Howard. Iâd like to ask you to help me cure an illness.â
âCure an illness?â Clarence looked at Julian.
Julian nodded affirmatively, looking sincere. âYes, cure an illness.â
âI heard that you can find out a patientâs illness without even feeling their pulse or asking about their symptoms. I wonder if you can tell whatâs wrong with me, Mr. Howard?â
Clarence glanced at Julian. âMr. Julian, youâre a martial artist, but youâve injured your governing and conception vessels. You probably havenât been able to use force for the last few years.
âWhen you attacked me, you forcibly activated the vital energy in your body. If Iâm not wrong, the area three inches below your left shoulder must be in excruciating pain right now.
âA normal person would have screamed.
âHowever, you managed to hold it in with determination.â
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. âMr. Howard, you really are good!â
âHaha.â 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. âTo tell you the truth, Iâm 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.
âThe governing and conception vessels are as important to martial artists as an engine is to cars.
âOnce they were injured, I could never fight again. My body would be in great pain if I forced it.
âI wonder if you can save me, Mr. Howard?â
Clarence chuckled. âOf course I can, but why would I save you?â
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold and solemn.