This man should be the one who had the audacity to kick open the door of Henry's villa.

"Who is this man?" Pierre frowned as he pondered while staring at the unfamiliar back of the person in front of him.

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He didn't remember ever seeing such a person in the Wallaces' manor before.

Many of the Wallaces standing around Pierre, as well as the butler, spoke up. "Mr. Wallace, I don't think we've ever seen this person before!"

"Yes, I'm also sure this person has never appeared in our residence!"

"That's strange. Where did this person come from?"

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After Pierre heard the unanimous denials of knowing this person, the gaze in his eyes became deeper.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into the premises of the Wallaces without permission? How brazen of you!" Pierre immediately hollered at the man.

The most important thing to do now was naturally to express his stand and attitude in front of Henry to prove that this person who had the guts to offend Henry wasn't related to the Wallaces at all.

Otherwise, if Henry put the blame on the Wallaces, they would definitely be dead meat!

At this moment, Henry was standing in the middle of the hall in the villa, boiling with fury and anger that distorted his face.

He had been sitting on the couch in the hall, clenching his teeth and thinking about how he should torture Lucas to take revenge for his favorite apprentice.

He was so immersed in his feelings of hatred and resentment that he failed to keep his guard up.

The reason being was that he knew that he was in the Wallaces' manor, and they were all afraid of provoking him and thus didn't dare to approach him.

While he was deep in thought, the door of the villa was suddenly kicked open from the outside, catching him off guard and leaving him with no choice but to evade hurriedly. But he still ended up getting cut on his head by the metal door.

This was a great insult and humiliation to a top expert like him!

He glared at the man standing in front of the villa coldly with a menacing gaze, wishing he could rip this bastard into pieces!

But to Henry's astonishment, this man didn't have a single trace of fear on his face. Instead, he even made Henry feel an unfathomable sense of oppression that made his hair stand on end.

This is an extremely difficult person to deal with! With this thought, Henry became more vigilant.

But at this time, the old fogy Pierre was still babbling incessantly with the sole purpose of letting him know that the person in front of him wasn't related to the Wallaces.

It was completely unnecessary because if the Wallaces had such an incredible expert, they wouldn't have had to ask him for help.

The person standing at the entrance of the villa was naturally Stanley.

Staring at Henry standing in the villa, Stanley moved his fingers, and a sharp dagger spun between them in a fancy manner, looking just like an exquisite flower of light blooming in his hand.

He asked coldly, "Are you Henry Salve?"

Henry frowned. "Are you here for me? Who are you?"

"You don't need to care who I am. You just need to know that you're the person I'm looking for!" While speaking, Stanley walked toward the villa.

The Wallaces stood outside the villa, not daring to get too close, though they heard their conversation.

"It seems this person should be Henry's enemy. He barged into our manor today because he wants to deal with Henry! Thank God…" Darren hurriedly patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't finish the rest of his sentence, all the Wallaces understood what he meant. Naturally, Darren was thankful to find out that this man wasn't after the Wallaces.

But Pierre wasn't that optimistic.

Henry was a top expert who worked for the Kingstons and whom the Wallaces had requested to help them, making him an honored guest of the Wallaces. Regardless of whether the man in front of them was Henry's enemy and here to take revenge, the Wallaces couldn't stay out of it completely.

Otherwise, if something unfortunate happened to Henry in the Wallaces' manor, the Kingstons would never let them off!

"Bryant, go inform the gunmen to come here immediately and get ready!" Pierre instructed his eldest son beside him.

The Wallaces were frightened and shocked.

The armed unit of the Wallaces was a squad of elite gunmen that the Wallaces had trained in private. Only very few Wallaces were aware of their existence.

But now that Pierre mentioned it in front of everyone, it meant that he was ready to expose the unit to them.

After a moment of hesitation, Bryant answered softly, "Dad, once we let the armed squad attack, this secret will no longer be a secret. I'm afraid it will bring some trouble to the Wallaces. Think about what happened to the Hales previously…"

Previously at the baby shower of Connor Hale's son, the entire gunmen squad of the Hale family was suddenly arrested and taken away by a military team together with the Hales. Of course, the Hales returned soon after. But the Wallaces didn't know what happened.

At the time, the Wallaces and the Hales had a conflict, so they didn't send anyone to attend the party. They naturally didn't witness the incident with their own eyes and had merely heard a little about it from others. After all, all the people present had been given a gag order, so they didn't dare to tell others about it in detail.

But they were certain that the Hales had gotten into trouble because they had exposed their gunmen squad.

Bryant was afraid that the Wallaces would also follow in the footsteps of the Hales.

Pierre only hesitated for a moment before saying decisively, "What we heard about the Hales are only rumors. Look, aren't they all still alive and well now? Just do what I tell you to!"

When Bryant saw how insistent his father was, he naturally didn't dare to say anything else. Besides, Darren was standing right next to them. He knew that Darren would take the initiative to bring the squad over as long as he tried to dissuade Pierre any further.

Although Pierre already made up his mind, he still wasn't relaxed. After all, Bryant's concerns were not uncalled for.

But he didn't have another choice now because he definitely couldn't allow Henry to get hurt in the Wallaces' manor. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to afford to incur the wrath of the Kingstons.

As Stanley got closer and closer, Henry could feel the invisible oppression intensifying. It had been a long time since he felt the fear of facing a great enemy.

At this moment, Henry finally got a clear glimpse of Stanley's face, and a name popped up in his mind at the speed of lightning. "You… Are you Stanley Ray?!"