I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 871 - 524: No Need to Thank

Chapter 871: Chapter 524: No Need to Thank

There was a time when just the thought of Eric Mitchell’s name made Harrison Clark’s teeth grit.

When he was still powerless, Eric was his nightmare.

Eric taught him a lesson.

The lesson showed Harrison what it looked like when someone who controls the distribution of social resources indulges in power, becomes arrogant, overbearing, and tramples on others’ lives and dignity.

In Harrison’s ordinary life as an “orphan,” he had seen many dark sides of society.

But conflicts in society were either trivial matters or short-lived, intense emotions that led to bloodshed.

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It was Eric who taught Harrison about the bullying tactics that could destroy someone’s life by merely moving a finger, something he had never experienced before.

Perhaps it was because of Eric’s early wake-up call that Harrison realized how important self-discipline was for those in power.

When power is unbridled, destruction follows.

Even someone self-righteous and lawless like Eric Mitchell nearly destroyed both himself and Carrie Thomas.

Every now and then, he would wonder if he would become like that and who could possibly hold him accountable?

“Hey, if it isn’t young master Eric Mitchell! Long time no see, how have you been doing?”

With hands in his pockets and a sarcastic smile on his face, Harrison Clark looked at the man in front of him.

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At this moment, Eric was no longer the spirited person he used to be.

Although he was still wearing a custom-tailored suit, he seemed more like a mouse meeting a cat when facing Harrison Clark, shrinking back in fear.

Harrison Clark called him out, and Eric Mitchell, with his head lowered and evasive gaze, said, “Hi, Harrison.”

Harrison smiled faintly, “I was doing quite fine, in a great mood. But now, not so much. If I remember correctly, my appointment was supposed to be with the event commissioner from TH Hotel. How come I am meeting you instead?”

Eric Mitchell’s forehead broke into a cold sweat, and with an apologetic smile and trembling voice, he replied, “Harrison, I am… I am the event commissioner of TH Hotel. It’s… quite a coincidence we met like this, huh.”

Eric was on the verge of breaking down.

He wanted to rush out and grab that new fool of an underling he had just recruited, and shove his head into the mud.

Are you out of your mind? Harrison Clark is your so-called super-client who can turn my life around?

This is like walking straight into a firing line. It is a bloody disaster!

In fact, Eric had been secretly back in the country for two months already.

However, compared to his past, when he would swagger around in public, his return was more like a clandestine operation. He cut off all contact with his old circle of friends and acquaintances, avoiding exposing the fact that he had returned.

At the same time, he frequently updated his WeChat Moments with pictures of his plain life in the United States.

His purpose was simple: to confuse people and prevent Harrison Clark and Ward Owen from discovering he had returned.

Eric couldn’t stand living in the United States. He couldn’t get used to the food there, nor could he learn English. He felt out of place in both diet and social life.

In his homeland, no matter what he did, there would always be people surrounding him, showering him with flattery.

Even if he just wanted to buy a bottle of water, there would be a queue of people waiting to run errands for him.

But abroad, he did not feel the slightest bit of honor.

He tried to find a “spokesperson,” but nearly got swindled.

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During the past six months, he had lost a lot of weight and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he returned to his country at great risk.

He thought that if he were careful and low-key, avoiding making a scene, he wouldn’t be so unlucky as to run into trouble again.

His family had paid a considerable price to save him, and so much time had passed that even a big issue should have been smoothed over by now.

Eric believed that even if the Owen family found out about his whereabouts, they would turn a blind eye and pretend they had not seen anything.

In order to regain his family’s attention, he had even collected himself and worked at TH Hotel, where his family held a significant share, as an ordinary middle-level manager. He took his job seriously and even recruited just one new underling.

But now, his little underling had led him straight to the guillotine, and he’s face to face with Harrison Clark.

Eric could tell by Harrison’s sarcastic expression that this situation wouldn’t end easily.

“Have everyone else leave.”

Harrison flicked his lips.

Eric wanted to refuse, but he chose not to contradict Harrison. He turned to the others and said, “All of you, please leave. Harrison wants to talk to me privately.”

With everyone gone, Harrison Clark looked up and down at Eric Mitchell with interest. “Not bad, huh? A custom Zegna suit, must’ve cost you at least a hundred grand, right? How much allowance are you getting these days?”

Eric Mitchell: “No, these are just some old clothes I bought before.”

“Unfortunately for you, I know a thing or two about luxury items now. This is a new style just released this spring. Lying to me is useless.”

“Right… I’m sorry, Harrison. My dad insisted on buying it for me.”

“Enough, we’re familiar with each other, no need for that. Looks like you’re still living as comfortably as before. Oh, by the way, when did TH Hotel open a branch in the United States? Am I not in Oxfordshire, but in Detroit?”

Eric Mitchell’s face turned bitter. “Harrison, you really have a sense of humor. Let’s forget about the past, shall we? I’ve changed.”

Harrison Clark shook his head. “I don’t care whether you’ve changed or not, and I don’t want to know. All I know is that I have a lot of your criminal records in my hands. If you can become a saint by giving up your evil deeds, isn’t this world too unfair to good people? Those who were hurt by you, drugged by you… Can they turn back time? Can they start their lives over?”

Ever since his family lost their protection, some hidden truths had come to light.

Although the Mitchell family had taken care of every detail, times have changed. But Harrison held power and could settle scores with him.

“Harrison, you’re joking. Those things are all fabricated, just people slandering me…”

Harrison interrupted him sharply, “Shut up. What do you take me for, don’t you think I know you?”

Harrison’s words sounded friendly, but there was an undertone of coldness in his voice.

“I know I’ve been a nuisance to you. I’ll apologize to you and give you a red envelope with a million dollars. I’ll leave Oxfordshire and promise never to appear before you in this lifetime. I really mean it this time!”

Harrison shook his head. “It’s too late for you to swear now. In the underworld, we value face the most. The ideal way is for you to stay abroad honestly, never return to the country, and never appear before me in your life. But now you come back comfortably, wearing a Zegna suit, and manage the business at the TH Hotel. How am I supposed to take this?”

“Harrison… I’ve already apologized to you.”

Harrison: “If apologies were useful… Anyway, I’ll give you three choices. First, death. Second, go to jail and take responsibility for everything you’ve done. Third, cut off one of your fingers and go back abroad. If you ever want to come back and I catch you, it’ll be two fingers. Of course, you can inform me in advance, and I’ll allow you to trade one finger for a month-long return to the country. How’s that, fair enough?”

Eric Mitchell: “…”

Eric Mitchell used to be ruthless, but he had never met anyone as ruthless as Harrison.

“There’s no need for this, Harrison.”

Harrison’s face was expressionless. “Yes, there is. I’ll count to three and you make your decision. Otherwise, I’ll take it as the first option. You don’t think I have the ability to do it now, do you?”

As he looked at Harrison, Eric Mitchell suddenly recalled the days when Harrison was just a nobody.

Back then, Harrison had nothing, but he dared to stand in his way in public.

Now Harrison was a different person.

Eric Mitchell knew very well that what Harrison said, he would do.

“Three.”

“Two.”

Harrison started the countdown.

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“I’ll choose to cut off one finger. I’ll cut off my little finger…”

The next moment, Harrison grabbed Eric Mitchell’s middle finger.

“Ahhhh …”

A horrible scream filled the conference room.

People outside the door rushed in after hearing the noise and saw Eric Mitchell, pale-faced and sweaty, clutching his right hand with his left, nearly fainting.

People around him asked what had happened.

Eric Mitchell only shivered and said that he had accidentally hurt himself and needed to leave temporarily. The matters with Mr. Clark would be handed over to others.

As Eric Mitchell was about to leave, Harrison said from behind, “You broke the rules this time, so you only have seven days. Understand?”

Eric Mitchell stumbled, “I understand. Thank you, Harrison.”

Harrison smiled, “You’re welcome.”

He didn’t feel a sense of accomplishment after dealing with a small fry like Eric Mitchell.

When he crushed the man’s finger and heard his screams, Harrison didn’t have any emotional reaction.

He just did what he was supposed to do.

Without rules, there’s no order.

If Eric Mitchell had stayed abroad quietly, Harrison would have let it go.

The man broke the agreement first, sneaking back into the country. It was only right for Harrison to teach him a lesson. It’s that simple.