Chapter 25: Henry, You've Gone Mad

"What can a kitchen knife do? If I stack all the people I've killed, it can bury you!" James retorted.

"You have no shame. I even offered you to let me have fun with your wife, but you won't agree. You still dream of opening a shop on my street!" James pushed the bespectacled man away and advanced towards Mark step by step. "You want to stab me? Come on then, I'll stand still. Do you dare to do it?"

"If you stab me once, I'll stab you a hundred times! I'll even sell your wife to a club and let a hundred men have their way with her."

Mark held the kitchen knife up, hesitating to strike, anger and despair filling his face.

Not that long ago, while he was only a distant relative of the Miller family, in Freton, he had money and power. Those thugs across from him could be dealt with in countless ways with just one command.

Now, he could only rely on a kitchen knife, a knife that couldn't even protect his wife.

"If you don't dare to stab, then get lost!" James sneered, about to push Mark away.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mark clenched his teeth and suddenly struck forward.

However, the other party was prepared and swiftly avoided it, smirking, "So you dare to stab? Then don't blame me. When James speaks, he always keeps his word. Bring it!" The group of thugs cheered and jeered...

Holding an iron rod, they were about to surround him.

Suddenly, a long bench flew towards them with great force, instantly knocking down nearly half of the gangsters. Each one who fell clutched their injured body and howled in agony as if their bones had been fractured.

The remaining people were startled and saw Henry standing not far away, a faint smile on his face.

"A bunch of trash!"

James paused for a moment, then showed a delighted expression. Seeing how beautiful Sofia was, he had originally been looking for an excuse to take her away together. Now that Henry had taken action, he didn't even need to provoke the situation.

"Playing the hero, huh? Let me show you the cost of acting like a hero!"

With that, James and his henchmen grabbed the nearby benches and charged.

Mark, looking at Henry's faint smile, was instantly stunned.

The person he had most wanted to see, was also the person he most feared, suddenly appearing. What he felt can be considered unreal.

Realizing he couldn't stay stupefied at this point, Mark grabbed the kitchen knife and roared, intending to help Henry deal with James and his group.

After a few loud thuds, all the gangsters were sent flying and lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Cold sweat ran down James’s forehead as he quickly stopped his steps. Even Mark was frozen in place.

He saw Henry standing still, barely moving, yet those gangsters had already been kicked away.

"Do you know who I am? I advise you to calm down!"

James also saw it and was frightened by Henry's skill. He took several steps back. He knew that even if he went up, he wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow.

"Do you believe that one phone call from me can bring hundreds of my brothers here to kill you?"

Henry smiled and pulled out a chair, sitting down. "Alright, I'll give you a chance. Make the call."

James was dumbfounded. After a moment, a smile appeared on his face. "Fine, just wait and see."

He took out his phone, sent a message, and slowly retreated to the entrance, glaring at Henry.

"Do you think you can take on a hundred people alone? You've seen too many movies, haven't you? Even if you're made of steel, you'll be shattered if a hundred people attack you together. By then, we'll take both of the beauties and reap huge rewards."

James calculated in his mind; his eyes full of mockery.

Mark panicked. He hadn't expected Henry to give him this opportunity. "...Henry, the leader of his gang will bring over a hundred thugs. You should leave quickly. Wife, let's go too. We can't stay in this store."

Having thoroughly offended James, staying here would only be a dead end.

Henry sat on the chair; his face expressionless.

"Mark, the drink you handed me back then, was it spiked?"

Mark had originally intended to turn and pack his things, planning to escape, but upon hearing this question, his body froze in place. After a while, he replied with a bitter expression, "It was... me who handed it to you."

"Do you know there was something wrong with that drink?"

"I knew."

"So why did you-"

Henry's gaze was icy as he sat on the chair. It seemed as if he couldn't even see James, his eyes solely focused on Mark.

"So, you're saying," Henry's voice was cold, "that when Laura and I were happily engaged, never did I imagine that my best friend would hand me a drugged drink during the celebration!"

"I...," Mark's body trembled, "I didn't know it would have such serious consequences either. Simone, that bastard, told me it was just a sleep-inducing drink. He said that if I gave you this drink, he would arrange for me to be the boss of a branch company."

"I thought he was your uncle after all, and wouldn't do anything excessive. I never expected that it was an aphrodisiac inside. Later, he even brought Miss White from the White family. I was caught by their people at the time, and I couldn't do anything to help you."

This incident led directly to the cancellation of the wedding between Laura and Henry, and the White family started hunting down Henry, forcing him to disappear from Freton for many years.

Over the years, Mark had nightmares every night, dreaming of Henry being humiliated outside and eventually dying on the streets.

"Henry, I'm sorry. I know it's a great thing that you came back safely. Whether you want to kill or torture, it's up to you. I only ask that you spare my wife."

"For now, we must leave here first. We can't leave any later or we'll both die here!"

Mark gritted his teeth, his expression full of excitement. "I'm not lying to you. Let's go quickly, I... I don't want to harm you again!"

"Do you still have the qualification to harm me now?" Henry said indifferently.

"Believe me one last time, Henry." Mark looked at him, still sitting there with no intention of leaving. Mark didn't dare hesitate anymore and rushed over, trying to pull Henry up.

Henry just waved his hand lightly, causing Mark to stumble and fall, knocking over several chairs before being helped up by the apron-clad woman in a fluster.

"Henry..." Mark was already a little desperate. He never expected that after seven years, he would harm Henry once again.

"Thinking of running away? It's too late!"

James laughed heartily at this moment. He stood at the doorway and could already hear the footsteps of at least dozens of people coming from afar, along with the occasional sound of cursing.

"My brothers have all arrived. You're good at fighting, aren't you? Acting all high and mighty. Letting me inform my brothers. Let's see if you can handle it!"

James cast his lecherous gaze once again at the apron-clad woman and Sofia, laughing triumphantly.

Sofia panicked as well. She initially thought Henry would call his soldier friends, but the commotion outside was nothing like she expected.

"Henry, have you gone mad?!"