Chapter 26: Resolving the Situation

Henry sat on the chair; his gaze cold.

In his eyes, it seemed as if James didn't exist at all, his focus solely on Mark.

"So, you're saying, it was..."

"Simone gave you the drug?" Mark was a bit absent-minded but still nodded, saying, "What's the use of talking about this now? We're in deep trouble." He had heard of James's methods, and the best course of action now...

Raising the kitchen knife, Mark gave a miserable smile to the woman in the apron. "Wife, I'm sorry. You've been following me for so long, and we can't even have a peaceful end. Instead of suffering humiliation, it's better to end it now. If we have fate, let's be husband and wife in the next life."

The woman in the apron had a mournful look on her face but also carried determination. Holding her husband's hand, she was ready to face death together.

After watching for a while, Henry felt a sense of emotion. "Mark, if you had been like this back then, I wouldn't have been forced to leave Freton because of you. Put down the knife and wait a few seconds."

Wait… seconds?

Mark was puzzled, even James at the door looked curious.

Henry's expression was incredibly calm. ‘A little too calm’ thought James.

Listening closely, the chaotic footsteps outside suddenly stopped, and not even the sound of cursing could be heard.

The whole street became incredibly quiet, so silent that only the sound of the wind passing through the buildings could be heard.

James had an expression like he had seen a ghost. He knew the nature of his underlings. As soon as they heard there was a fight involving women, they would all come rushing in like madmen. It was impossible for them to just stop like this.

A chill ran from his spine to the top of his head, and James slowly took a few steps back to see what was happening outside.

Before he could peek out, "Something was thrown at the door. It was a burly man who was unconscious.

"Richard?"

James was shocked, recognizing this burly man as his gang's top thug, known for his brutality. He fights like a rabid dog during fights.

Richard was only the beginning.

The sound of bodies falling continued one after another until finally, the only sound heard was the dull impact of flesh against flesh.

Familiar subordinates, now with closed eyes, were tossed at the door like discarded trash.

The pile grew higher and higher. After a few minutes, the entrance of the noodle shop was filled with unconscious thugs, easily numbering in the hundreds!

James couldn't stand up anymore and sat on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and his body trembled as he murmured, "Demons, there are demons!"

Henry glanced at him and smiled faintly. Even if he hadn't seen what was happening outside, he knew why.

Each time he came out, on the surface, he appeared to be alone, but in reality, there were at least three North State Special Forces teams following him. Once they confirmed the presence of enemies, they would take different actions based on the level of danger.

Dealing with ordinary gangsters like these, a sweep of silenced gunfire amidst their brawling with fake bullets would easily take them down without a sound.

Mark was stunned. He wasn't dumb either and finally understood why Henry was so calm.

"Are those your people outside?" After all, Mark used to be one of them.

The young members of the clan knew that many elite soldiers could achieve this effect, unlike James, who was ignorant.

"You came with people, were you planning to deal with me?"

When he thought of this, he was even somewhat calm. What should come will always come.

Henry stared at him, sighing inwardly.

After realizing that Mark had betrayed him, he truly felt overwhelming hatred. The feeling of being betrayed by such a close friend was something no one could accept.

The thought of killing Mark had crossed his mind.

Today, seeing the condition of the other party, Henry hesitated on whether he should make a move.

Originally, Mark was the offshoot young master of the Miller family and was the heir of a wealthy family. Now, he could only run a dilapidated noodle shop and faced the humiliation of local thugs. Perhaps he didn't have much desire to continue living.

"You helped Simone, didn't you? How did you end up like this?" Henry asked calmly.

Mark didn't know how to reply.

Sofia beside him snapped out of her shock and, after calming down, first gave Henry a resentful glare for not explaining clearly.

"I know why Mark was kicked out of the Miller family. After you left Freton, Mark has been in a daze, hardly ever leaving the house. Perhaps out of guilt, he has been taking care of Isabella all along."

"Later, Grandpa decided to arrange Isabella's marriage to that playboy, the second young master of the Lewis family. Mark strongly opposed it, and even wrote a blood oath, claiming that the family was too heartless. He threatened that if Isabella was married off, he would fight the family to the death. As a result, he was stripped of his identity as a Miller family member and kicked out. Even his parents didn't want to see him anymore."

Henry quietly absorbed this information as he thought; "Is Mark really like that?"

Mark forced a bitter smile, "I know it was my fault... Isabella is your sister, and I wanted to make it up to her. I'm sorry, I couldn't do it."

"So, these past few days, you've been lingering around my sister's hospital, hoping to visit her?" Henry understood this point and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes... For seven years, I treated Isabella like a sister. It took all my efforts to find out which hospital she was in, but... I was always afraid to go, for fear of running into you. I'm not afraid of your revenge, I just don't know how to face you."

"Henry, seeing that you're fine now and have so many subordinates, I feel relieved. You can kill me now."

The woman in an apron tried to hold Mark back, but he struggled free and resolutely walked up to Henry, handing him the kitchen knife in his hand.

"I deserve punishment!"

Henry looked at Mark seriously, reached out, took the knife, and swung it fiercely.

"No!" The woman in the apron exclaimed.

Mark closed his eyes, hearing the sound of the blade cutting through...

The sound of breaking through the air echoed.

Miserable screams of pain filled the air.

Mark opened his eyes in surprise and saw that Henry was empty-handed now. Following the screams, he looked and saw the kitchen knife, which had been thrown, inserted into James’s shoulder not far away.

Henry turned and walked towards the door. "Killing you would only benefit you. I want you to be trapped in regret for the rest of your life."

Mark stood in place, unsure of what to do momentarily.

Seeing that Henry ignored him and walked out of the restaurant, he hesitated for a moment before shouting, "Henry, thank you!"

Henry paused for a moment but didn't answer.

"Henry, that drink we had years ago harmed two people. One... was you, and the other was Miss White from the White family."

"I'm sorry to both of you, but you disappeared, and I couldn't find you. I could only silently compensate Isabella."

"I've also kept an eye on Miss White from the White family. She's also an innocent victim and hasn't had a good life these years. If possible, I hope you can meet her too. She’s a victim as well."