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Just then, four or five bodyguards in black trench coats, whom William had earlier stationed nearby in case of an emergency, burst into the room. Who knew that William actually had some foresight?
They were surprised to see Clarence lifting William off the ground with one hand around his neck.
William was 5 feet and 10 inches tall, and he weighed 160 pounds.
However, Clarence was able to lift William with only one hand. They looked at each other in surprise. How strong was he?
These bodyguards did not have time to think twice. Clarence was choking William, and William was dying.
âWhat are you doing?â
âLet Young Master William go!â
Clarence remained unstirred as he choked William.
Williamâs face turned from blue to purple, almost suffocating. His eyes rolled back. âForgive... me...â
One bald man bellowed, âWhat the f*ck are you doing?
âI told you to let go of Young Master William. Youâre going to choke him to death.â
Seeing that Clarence remained unmoved, the bald man pulled a folding stick out of his trench coat pocket, pressed its switch, and swung it at Clarenceâs arm.
Clarenceâs expression sank, and he kicked it without even looking back.
Thump...
The bald man flew upside down like a sandbag, hitting the wall behind him. He shattering the Italian limestone masonry into a spider-web-shaped crack.
âBoss, are you okay?â
The lackeys hurriedly helped the bald man.
The bald man spat out a mouthful of blood. He dared not attack again. He stared at Clarence in surprise. âAre you a martial artist?â
Clarence remained silent.
The bald manâs face seemed uncertain. âPal, I can see from your kick that youâre no ordinary person. Are you a martial artist?
âWe admit defeat.
âBut since youâre a martial artist, you cannot attack ordinary people.
âThe Martial Arts Association has a rule that if martial artists attack ordinary people, they will be punished by the Martial Arts Association.
âLet Young Master William go now, and I can forget this ever happened. Youâre going to suffer if the Martial Arts Association gets wind about this.â
The bald man thought Clarence was a martial artist, so he had used the Martial Arts Association to pressure him.
He had no idea that Clarence had just activated his governing and conception vessels, so he was unusually strong.
Clarence did not even look at the bald man as his wrist applied the necessary force.
Crack...
Clarence crushed Williamâs neck with a loud crack.
âYoung Master William!â
âHisss!â
The eyelids of the bald man and his lackeys twitched as they gasped sharply.
Clarence threw Williamâs body aside and calmly pulled out his phone. âHello? Brother Wright, Iâve just killed someone.
âCan you help me take care of it?â
It was the first time Clarence had murdered someone. For whatever reason, his heart was racing.
Despite that, he looked calm.
âWhat? You killed someoneâ¦?â Julian, who was at the other end of the line, instantly turned serious. âWhere are you? Donât move. Secure the place. Iâll be right over.â
Clarence gave him the First Birch Hotel roomâs number and hung up.
The bald man and his men looked at Clarence in horror. They did not know Clarence. They could only wonder who the hell Clarence was.
He had killed a man, yet he was still calm enough to call someone else to clean up his mess.
The bald man felt his scalp tingle. They could neither leave nor stay, so they only stood by awkwardly, not daring to move.
Clarence looked at Miranda, who was lying unconscious on the ground. He picked her up and laid her on the bed before covering her with the blanket.
She was still unconscious and in shock. She had steady breathing and had not suffered any injuries.
Fifteen minutes or so later, Julian burst in with a group of people, filling the corridors.
âMr. Julian?â
The bald man recognized Julian and was now even more surprised.
Had Clarence asked the vice president of the Martial Arts Associationâs Mediterranean City Branch to clean up his mess?
Julian walked in, and his men immediately subdued the bald man and his lackeys. âBrother Howard, who did you kill?â
Clarence sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at Williamâs body. âHim.â
Julian went over to take a look, and his expression turned a little grave. âWilliam Keynes? The heir of Keynes Property Development Group?
âBrother Howard, why did you kill him?â
âWill it be tricky?â Clarence frowned.
If Julian could not take care of it, he was going to ask Emmett to do it.
Julian nodded, then shook his head. âItâs tricky, but not that tricky.
âWilliam might be hedonistic, but his father isnât a simple man. Though heâs only the president of the Keynes Group, which is worth just over tens of billions of dollars, the Keynes family in Mediterranean City is a subdivision of the Keynes family in Beth City.
âWilliamâs father is a son born to a mistress. He came to Mediterranean City more than twenty years ago. He had been said to have come here to develop his career, but he had actually been sent away by the Keynes family in Beth City.â
Julian frowned. âHowever, the Keynes family has just lost an heir. Even if heâs only a grandson from a mistress...
âIt can be a big deal or a small one. Brother Howard, donât worry about it. Iâll take care of it. Nothing happened today, and you know nothing. Keep that in mind.â
Julian told that to Clarence as he instructed his men to put Williamâs body in a sack and get it out of the room.
Clarence nodded earnestly. âThank you, Brother Wright.â
âYou saved my life once. Consider this my repayment to you.â Julian smiled faintly and sped away with his men and Williamâs body, as well as with the bald man and his men.
They left as quickly as they had come.
Clarence and Miranda were now the only ones left in the room.
Clarence sat on the edge of the bed as he looked at the unconscious Miranda. He sighed lightly before closing the door and leaving.
Now that they were divorced, he did not want Miranda to know that he had killed someone for her.
He wanted to spare Miranda from feeling that burden.
Clarence also did not want Miranda to be involved in Williamâs death.
After leaving the room, Clarence went back to the private room where River had been holding the dinner. The others had had enough to drink, so they made Clarence have a few more drinks when he got back.
âJust wait and see.
âIâll be a better doctor than you.â Drunk from a couple of drinks thrown back after Clarence left, Ruby rushed up to Clarence and shook her fist at him.
Clarence could not help feeling amused. His tension from the murder dissipated a little when he saw the state the girl was in.
âRuby, behave yourself.â Master Summers kept a straight face.
It was not until 10 PM that everyone left.
River had someone send Clarence back to Thirteen Hall.
Early the next morning, Clarence got a text from Julian.
[Williamâs dead. Car crash.]
Clarence read it and deleted it.
He decided to forget about last night. He would focus on running Thirteen Hall and standing aloof, separate from worldly affairs.
However, things did not go as he wished. Clarence had just opened Thirteen Hallâs main door when a bloodied middle-aged woman rushed in, breathing unsteadily. She flung herself into Clarenceâs arms. âDoctor, save me.â
Clarence grabbed her wrist, and his expression changed. âYour meridians are broken, and your heart has shattered!
âYou have more than one hundred bone fractures. Were you hit by a car?â
She was lucky to have survived such a fatal wound.
The woman was now unconscious and unable to answer.
Master Williams rushed out. âMaster Howard, whatâs happened to her?â
âI have no idea. Maybe she got into an accident. Hurry up and save her..â Clarence scooped the woman up and headed for the backyard.