Henry sat by the window and studied the scroll for a long time. He didn't know what the purpose of this scroll was, so he could only put it away first and study it slowly in the future when he returned to the island.
Henry looked up at the night sky. Sylvia's figure unconsciously appeared by the window, and the woman's voice and her laugh lingered in his ears.
Henry shook his head and got rid of his thoughts. At that time, he wanted to go to the Zhu family to fight with the Zhu clan. What would be the result of that battle? Henry himself did not dare to guarantee that. He could only make preparations in advance. He used Sylvia's demolishing the Spring residential home as an excuse and quarrelled with Sylvia so that the eyes hidden in the dark could see that. Then, he took advantage of the situation and told Radiant Island to announce that they no longer have contact with the Su Family. He was afraid that if he lost the battle, Sylvia would be implicated.
At that time, the fact that the Zhu clan could exterminate the whole Zhu family proved that they were not a group of devotees.
Facts proved that Henry's decision was right. If Henry hadn't taken the initiative to draw a clear distinction with Sylvia and quarrelled with her, perhaps on the day when Henry died, Freud would have taken Sylvia's life on the spot just to get some benefits.
Henry admitted that he missed Sylvia very much and he missed his family in Yinzhou. However, it was not the time to go back yet.
There were too many enemies hidden in the dark now. Henry himself had been thrown into the Hell Prison. Before he could find a good way to solve it, he should not show up easily. Henry did not know what was going on inside the Recluse Association, but he would not naively think that the Recluse Association was an organization whose aim was to maintain justice.
There were also hidden clans. Now, the Zhu, Xiao, and Su clans had been destroyed. There must be countless people watching them in the dark. They wanted to know the cause of their death. If Henry suddenly appeared, it would be easy for others to associate their deaths with him. If the clans really realized that Henry had gotten out of the Hell, it would almost be certain that the cause of Joshua's death had something to do with Henry. At that time, no matter whether there was any conflict of interest between Henry and the clans, the clans would subconsciously consider Henry as their enemy.
After all, the descendants of the ancient kungfu were not just a casual talk. If there is not for the benefits, everyone would take their side instead of taking the same side.
This time, Henry had already prepared his own plans. The first thing to do was to find a way to solve the Recluse Association's problem. The best situation was that he could become a Punishment Messenger. As long as he could open the Hell Prison, the clans would not be a huge threat.
At the moment, the home was not the place where Henry could go. If he went back, he would not only encounter countless enemies but also would put Sylvia in danger.
Although the Su family was now under the control of the Su clan, generally speaking, they were still safe. Once they got involved with Henry, the target on their back would get bigger and bigger.
Henry shook his head, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest.
Night had passed quietly.
When Henry got up, Aaron had already left.
"Wade, where did my senior brother go? Why did he leave in such a hurry?" Henry saw Wade in the hotel restaurant. Wade was holding a meat bun in his hand.
"Who knows?!" Wade rolled his eyes and said, "My old man nags all day long. He used to tell me that all methods should be united, but now he's shouting every day to find the source of the world. He almost made me become a monk."
"Ha." Henry smiled gently. "Your father doesn't want you to become a monk. He wants you to give him more than a dozen grandsons in order to carry on the family line."
"Forget it." Wade curled his lips. "My family's ancestors have committed too many sins. Being able to inherit the bloodline alone is already a blessing. If one wishes to establish a family line, he would have to accumulate merit for a few lifetimes."
"Boss, what are we going to do next?" With her wet hair swaying, Future came over. It could be seen that she had just finished showering.
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