Chapter 318 Crisis
While all the people present fell into a dead silence, James walked away without looking back.
If it weren't for standing up for Mary and Kaitlyn, he wouldn't have bothered to remind Amanda about the problem with her cane.
As for what happened next, James couldn't care less.
He called a car back to JZL Medical Clinic and received messages from Mary and Kaitlyn on the way.
Kaitlyn praised him for a job well done, while Mary was concerned about his emotions. James replied with a few comforting words, assuring them he wasn't bothered.
As the car passed White Rock, James had a sudden impulse and asked the driver to stop. After paying the fare, he walked towards Samantha's rental apartment.
It was still that dark alley, but just as James was about to step in, an old man with white hair fell nearby.
He clutched his stomach, groaning in pain, sweating profusely, and looking very distressed.
This place was already sparsely populated, and the few passersby who saw the old man fall immediately ran away to avoid trouble.
James frowned slightly and stepped forward to help the old man. "Sir, are you okay..."
Before he could finish his sentence, James's eyelid twitched, and he instantly jumped back.
Almost at the same moment, a sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes, and a dagger slashed through the air where James had been standing.
James's clothes had a new tear, his skin felt a chill.
If he had moved a bit slower, then he might have been gutted.
Missing the first strike, the old man leaped up from the ground and darted away like a bird!
It was a dagger, a sharp and cold dagger!
The dagger gleamed brightly, aiming straight for James's throat.
This strike was like the last desperate gamble of a red-eyed gambler, putting his life on the line.
The strike gave an illusion: it was either the opponent's life or his own, or both would end up dead!
The dagger neared his face, the killing intent ruffling his hair, illuminating James's eyes.
Why was there a hitman here?
Shocked, James shifted his steps. He stepped into the wind.
The stab missed, but the old man quickly swung backhand.
James dodged again.
The old man roared, stabbing thirteen times in quick succession, each strike deadly, aiming to kill James on the spot.
But James swayed left and right, seemingly struggling, yet each time narrowly avoiding the lethal blows.
This old man was very strong, and James planned to wear him out before counterattacking.
Suddenly, a dark figure shot over, kicked off the wall, and soared into the air. Using the momentum, the figure dove down at the old man.
A black light, accompanied by a piercing sword whistle, stabbed fiercely at the old man's throat.
The old man's expression changed slightly. The legs that had been pressing James retreated a step as he set the dagger in front of his chest to defend.
The black light, filled with overwhelming battle intent, descended from the sky, striking the old man's dagger with full force.
The previously composed old man felt a shock through his body, his feet cracking the ground under the attack.
Francis was also sent flying. His breathing became heavier, and his wrist and joints ached as if they were about to fall apart.
But he quickly steadied himself, and his turbulent blood gradually calmed with his breathing.
Before Francis could attack again, the old man shifted his steps, his body instantly floating several feet away.
With a few leaps, his figure became blurry.
A cold, indifferent voice sharply echoed over. "James, no wonder you could kill my son! Turns out you and Francis are both mid-level combatants. Just wait, today is only a beginning."
As the last word fell, the old man quickly disappeared into the bustling street.
James was stunned. "Bryan?"
He was very surprised by the man's identity and didn't expect Bryan to resort to such a despicable assassination, even pretending to be an old man falling.
Francis wanted to pursue, but James stopped him. "Don't go, you can't catch him, and even if you do, you can't beat him."
From Bryan's displayed strength, unless James and Francis teamed up, or it would be hard to kill Bryan for them.
He regretted not attacking together earlier, knowing the old man was Bryan.
Francis's gaze remained indifferent. "I can kill him."
For James's safety, he didn't mind a mutual destruction.
"Never say this again," James checked Francis's pulse and found no major issues. "In my eyes, ten Bryans aren't worth one of you. Rest for a bit, call Samuel to drive over, and I'll take Samantha back to JZL Medical Clinic later."
With Bryan targeting them here, James didn't want Samantha to become a pawn, so he decided to move her early.
Francis turned to handle the task.
James patted his chest, dispelled his fear, bought two cups of milk tea from across the street, and walked towards Samantha's rental apartment while drinking.
Soon, he saw Samantha.
She was holding a cloth, diligently wiping the doors and windows, making sure there was no dirt or dust.
Last night, James couldn't see clearly, but now he noticed that although the rental apartment was dark and damp, Samantha had tidied it up neatly and cleanly.
The whole kitchen were washed to a shine, especially the flowers on the windowsill, which were full of vitality and freshness, giving a sense of hope.
"We're moving, so why are you still cleaning the windows?" James sipped his milk tea and walked over.
Samantha was startled by the voice behind her. Seeing it was James, she almost dropped the cloth. "Dr. Williams, hello, why're here?"
Samantha's eyes were timid, seemingly afraid of the stern James, and she explained, "I wanted to clean up for the landlord, so it's easier for him to rent to the next tenant."
"Stop working for now. Take a rest," James handed her a cup of milk tea. "Have some milk tea. After that, pack your things. You'll come with me to JZL Medical Clinic tonight."
"Uh... milk tea, no... no need," Samantha waved her hand. "Thank you, Dr. Williams."
It was a couple's milk tea, with the words: "Drink milk tea with her if you love her."
Samantha felt a bit dizzy.
"I said drink it, so drink it. Don't refuse me," James had to put on a stern face. "Drop the cloth, wash your hands, and drink the milk tea."
Samantha shivered, quickly put down the cloth, washed her hands, and then took the milk tea, sipping it slowly, like chewing bread.
She kept her head down, not speaking, occasionally glancing at James.
James remained silent, pondering how to catch Bryan.
Without eliminating Bryan, it would be hard to live peacefully.
Samantha shyly said, "Your clothes are torn, let me sew them for you."At that moment, Samantha suddenly put down the milk tea and took out a needle and thread, looking at James's torn clothes.
James chukled, took off his coat and handed it to Samantha. "Alright, here you are."
James had initially wanted to say no need, he could just buy a new one, but he saw the eagerness in Samantha's eyes.
Samantha took James's clothes, chose a thread of similar color, and started sewing with light movements.
James had initially been indifferent, but soon his eyes showed a hint of surprise.
The long tear was not only sewn up but turned into a river gorge, with a small boat on it, perfectly covering the abrupt tear.
A discarded piece of clothing was thus revived, with a touch of soul.
James immediately liked the clothes and the pattern.
After finishing, Samantha handed the clothes back to James.
"Truly skillful," James admired, "Where did you learn this sewing technique?"
Samantha sipped the milk tea. "An old lady in the village taught me this."
"Smart girl," James praised, "You'd be a great girlfriend."
Samantha was so startled she pricked her finger, a drop of red blood appearing.
She almost cried, looking at James. "I... I just had a couple of sips of your milk tea, please don... don't force me into a relationship."
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