Nelson led a group of people away from the Taylor family courtyard.
In this era, being a high-level Soulmancer was like being a deity on Earth, but even soone like Nelson had no chance of challenging William.
The remaining lower-tiered, novice Soulmancers dared not to even engage in combat with William.
"What else do you have to say?" William asked, his face expressionless as he looked at Jas Taylor. The actions of Jas had left him sowhat disappointed.
He had never thought about taking away what Jas had. Jas had overthought and over-calculated everything.
First, he feigned death, sending his grandson to pressure Timothy Hill, testing whether William had truly returned. Then, he set an ambush, intending to kill William.
A high-level Soulmancer! This was quite the grand plan!
Jas was as if sitting on pins and needles, trembling uncontrollably.
"Sir, I am entirely to bla for all that has transpired. Please, in consideration of our past, spare my family. Grant them a chance at life," he implored.
William chuckled. Did Jas truly view him as a ruthless demon, one who would annihilate the entire family of anyone who offended him?
If William recalled correctly, Jas had been a child he had saved from bandits. He had obliterated the bandit leader, and after that, he had treated Jas rather well.
"Forget it! I ca here today to see you. At your age, I have no desire to take any action," William said, turning around to leave. He paused and added, "I only want to ask you a few questions."
Hearing that William would not harm him, Jas felt a mix of emotions.
If William had decided to obliterate him, everything would have ended. But now, William had spared him.
"What do you want to know?" Jas asked with a dry voice.
William inquired, "After I saved you, did I ever mistreat or beat you?"
After a mont of silence, Jas choked out, "You treated as your own son. You never once raised a hand against ."
"And when I taught you combat techniques, and imparted knowledge to you, did I ever wrong you?" William pressed.
With eyes closed, Jas sighed deeply, "I can never repay your kindness. You owe nothing."
Without a word, William left the Taylor family estate.
"A good deed that can never be repaid," he muttered under his breath.
William didn't care to say more. Even if Jas had a shred of humanity left, he would not have treated him this way.
Letting him live with his guilt was a better punishnt than killing him.
William had no desire to have any further involvent with the Taylor family.
If Jas dared to provoke him again, the only fate awaiting the Taylor family would be total destruction.
Upon leaving the Taylor house, William's mood quickly returned to normal.
Indeed, what Jas had done was disheartening, but for soone like William, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it was trivial.
From this point on, he would probably never adopt a child again.
Too much favor may perhaps breed resentnt.
He understood this principle. He just hadn't expected Jas to go to such lengths.
By the ti he left the Taylor house, it was already evening. He went to a bar but did not enter. The lottery ticket he had bought for Nicholas was already discreetly placed in his wallet.
Since it was a promise, he couldn't let Nicholas know that William had purchased the ticket.
Since he had promised Evelyn that they would head ho together the next morning, William decided to have a late-night al at the nearby Ikinari Steakhouse.
Just before eleven o'clock at night, Edward and his group of friends arrived at the entrance of the bar.
"Damn it! Why are you everywhere?" Edward was genuinely frustrated. He had encountered William the night before when he ca looking for Evelyn, and under the threat of his mother, he had reluctantly called him Uncle William. Now, he heard from Caleb that William had quit the job, and yet here he was, appearing again near the bar. It was bad luck, wasn't it?
William lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, chuckling, "What a coincidence, aren't you Piper's son?"
Piper's son? Trying to take advantage of him again!
Edward had finally had enough, shouting, "Get him!"
Edward's group of friends, all young n in their twenties, brimming with youthful energy and a penchant for stirring up trouble, imdiately responded to his call. A youth with green-dyed hair swiftly raised his leg and kicked at William.
William had been sitting here enjoying his grilled steak, waiting for Evelyn to get off work, quietly studying on his phone. Edward's arrival had clearly disrupted his plan.
Adhering to his principle of avoiding unnecessary violence, William deftly reached for a fork as the green-haired man's leg swung toward him. Standing up, he appeared to effortlessly stab out with the utensil.
Shockingly, the fork pierced straight through the green-haired man's thigh.
"Ah!" The green-haired man let out a spine-chilling scream as intense pain caused him to collapse, clutching his bleeding leg. Blood oozed through his fingers and spread across the ground.
The other young n behind Edward, who had been about to join the fray, were stunned.
Was this even human?
With a regular fork? The thing wasn't even sharp, and yet it went through a man's thigh?
"My mood isn't great today! You'd best not provoke any further," William said with a pause, adding, "Don't even bother entering the bar. I know you ca looking for Evelyn. Stop bothering her in the future, or you'll die in a way you won't like!"
How could he deal with this youngster vying for the sa woman without so threatening words?
Edward was extrely frustrated, his face turning pale.
He couldn't recall anyone speaking to him like this since he had co of age.
Shouldn't the threatening words have co from him towards William?
His group of seven or eight n had been cowed into inaction by William.
William's brow furrowed as he coldly commanded, "Scram!"
With that single word, Edward and the others felt as if their courage had been drained.
It was like the roar of a tiger, the king of beasts, sending smaller creatures into a frenzy of fear.
Edward and his group had co quickly and left just as fast, helping the still-screaming green-haired man into a car, not even daring to enter the bar.
The owner of Ikinari Steak was in shock, thinking to himself how formidable this man was. The way he had thrust the fork into the man's thigh was brutally efficient.
But William, acting as if nothing had happened, called out to the owner, "Boss, could you wash away the blood on the ground with so water?"
Within monts, the other custors at Ikinari Steak had paid their bills and left.
Facing seven or eight young thugs alone, William had nearly crippled one with a single move; he was a ruthless figure indeed.
Who would want to provoke a man like this?
Most importantly, William had acted so brazenly; who knew what kind of background he had? He might even be a murderer.
The owner didn't dare say a word, brought a bucket of water over, and washed away the blood next to William. He wanted to call the police but hesitated and eventually decided against it.
Soone as rciless as this might have connections to organized cri. As a small business owner, he really couldn't afford to provoke such a person.
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