Chapter 126: Doomed
Ella's behavior left Henry bewildered!
Henry knew Ella had an outgoing personality, but he didn't expect her to be so bold and straightforward, confessing her love to an ex-convict. If it turned out she was indeed his biological sister, he would be constantly worried about her, let alone his parents.
Henry didn't realize that Ella's sudden confession was a tactic to catch him off guard. She had plucked a few strands of his hair to conduct a DNA test, aiming to prove that Ivan didn't exist.
What puzzled Henry the most was how Ella knew about Leon's situation when even he was unaware. One thing was certain: Leon was indeed twenty-seven years old this year.
Henry was now most anxious about his sister, who had unknowingly fallen in love with him. What should he do next?
After the nurse came in to remove his IV, Henry politely thanked her and asked if he could go home to sleep that night. The nurse told him it was generally not allowed, but since he was being discharged the next day, it didn't matter much.
Apart from having a vague understanding of Ella and Bryan, Henry knew nothing about Cole and Aurora, nor did he understand why they had given him away years ago. However, the sense of family made Henry feel no resentment towards them; instead, he was curious about the family that should have been his.
He thought that his parents must have had their reasons for giving him away back then. This matter could wait until they had the chance to reunite; they would surely explain everything to him. Of course, if his parents refused to acknowledge him, he wouldn't hold any grudges. After all, the time when he most needed parental love had passed. Now that he could support himself, he didn't want his family to think he was after their wealth. Knowing that his biological family was still alive and well was enough for Henry.
But the person he was most concerned about was Emily. His feelings for and relationship with Emily, and how they might develop in the future, were far more challenging to navigate than facing his family.
Henry walked to the hospital entrance and saw two taxis waiting for passengers. He immediately approached one. As he reached the taxi door, he saw a thug with a watermelon knife coming at him through the window reflection.
Without turning his head, Henry bent backward, causing his back to collide with the thug's chest. The thug let out a cry as the watermelon knife fell in front of Henry's chest. Before it hit the ground, Henry grabbed the knife handle and saw two more thugs swinging their knives at him from both sides.
They hadn't expected Henry, who seemed unprepared, to knock their comrade away with his back. They hesitated for a moment.
In two swift moves, the thugs only saw a flash of the knife before feeling nothing. When Henry turned around and looked at them indifferently, they suddenly screamed in agony, dropping their knives to the ground. Henry's knife had already slashed their wrists so quickly that they hadn't felt the pain immediately. Now, blood was gushing from their wrists, and they ran towards the hospital, ignoring their comrades.
The three knife-wielding thugs in front were either lying on the ground or fleeing within seconds. More thugs, undeterred, charged forward in groups of five or six. They had been lying in wait for Henry, ready to ambush him.
Henry didn't retreat; instead, he lunged at the approaching thugs. They raised their knives over their heads, looking fierce but ineffective. Henry, holding his knife at waist level, closed the distance quickly, slashing at their bodies with precision.
Cries of pain and blood splattered everywhere, scaring passersby into fleeing without understanding what was happening. Meanwhile, another twenty or so people charged out from a nearby alley.
Henry glared at them and charged again. The thugs wielded their knives like props, while Henry's knife was a deadly weapon.
The thugs had come to kill, not just to scare, but they were no match for Henry. It was like delivering themselves to him, each one falling like grass before him. Some had long gashes on their chests, others had flesh hanging from their arms, and still others were bleeding profusely from their legs. In no time, the ground was littered with bodies.
Henry wasn't trying to kill them all; he was looking for their leader. But these were all small fry, not even a single significant figure among them. Turning around, he saw a car starting up and driving away, with Samuel and Erick inside.
Samuel had heard of Henry's prowess but had never seen it firsthand. When he learned Henry was in the hospital, he gathered over thirty men, each armed with a watermelon knife, and set an ambush near the hospital.
Erick warned him that thirty men wouldn't be enough, citing the time Charles had brought dozens of men and still lost. Samuel laughed it off, saying, "In a planned fight, both sides are prepared. Charles must have been ambushed. Today, we're the hunters, and Henry is the prey. I'll call him to meet at a café. He won't suspect an ambush at the hospital entrance. Besides, my men are all tenacious fighters. With the element of surprise, Henry won't stand a chance."
He was about to ask Erick for Henry's number when Ella appeared at the hospital entrance. Erick guessed she was there to see Henry, so he told Samuel to wait.
After Ella left, Samuel hadn't even made the call when Henry appeared. Erick pointed him out to Samuel, who was momentarily stunned. The men stationed near the hospital recognized Henry and signaled.
Seeing Henry in action, Samuel broke out in goosebumps. He wasn't just shocked by Henry's skills; he realized who Henry was. Confirming Henry's identity sent chills down Samuel's spine. Seeing over thirty men felled in an instant, Erick urged the driver to speed away, not waiting for Samuel's reaction.
Henry noticed them but didn't know Samuel and Erick were inside. He only knew the car carried the thugs' leader. As he leaped towards the car, Samuel was terrified. No one noticed that Samuel was more frightened than Erick.
As Henry reached the middle of the street, a car suddenly sped towards him.