Mr. Howard, Please Accept My Gratitude!

"Do you have a death wish, boy?

"Mr. Julian personally asked you to treat him, yet you refuse?" snapped Gunther.

A dozen men rushed in from outside the room at a single word. They were all genuine martial artists, each capable of defeating one hundred men by themselves.

If these people attacked at the same time, Gunther could guarantee that even if Clarence had some odd tricks up his sleeves like subduing them with a silver needle, these martial artists could take Clarence down in a heartbeat.

Clarence would not be able to take more than a few down.

"Stop," Julian roared, shooting Gunther a cold look. "Who told you to attack Mr. Howard?

"Fools, get the f*ck out of here!

"Mr. Howard's my guest!"

Gunther and the rest were unwilling to comply but dared not refute under Julian's threat. They retreated silently.

Before Clarence's astonished eyes, Julian humbled himself and bowed to Clarence. "Mr. Howard, please cure my illness.