After speaking, he bent his arm toward Helen Grant, showing off his biceps. Seeing Helen Grant smiling in disbelief, Brian Clark even took him to the gym and lifted a 100-kilogram barbell with one hand, saying that if he went to work as a laborer, he would definitely make a lot of money.

Helen Grant had only asked casually, but who would have thought Brian Clark would take it so seriously and actually consider the possibility. Just the strength to lift a 100-kilogram barbell with one arm, and he wanted to support him. At that moment, Helen Grant felt as if he was wrapped in gentle, steadfast warm water. He secretly indulged himself for a few seconds, enjoying the tenderness from Brian Clark.

But he still didn’t want Brian Clark to support him, and even less wanted his lover to find out he was neglecting his own work. Helen Grant put down the basketball, glanced over the crowd, and silently turned to leave the basketball area.

The onlookers were disappointed to see him leave; some even wanted to persuade him to stay.

When Helen Grant saw someone blocking his way, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked down at the person with a cold and distant gaze. This made the passerby, who wanted to speak up and encourage Helen Grant, immediately take a few steps back, not daring to approach him again.

Handsome uncle Brian Clark had already picked up six basketballs, planning to show the troublemaker Laura Hayes how powerful the guardians were. But when Helen Grant turned and left, Brian Clark instantly lost all interest in competing.

He dropped the basketballs and said, “I really can’t do six basketballs. You win.”

The young people around started to heckle, “Uncle, you haven’t even tried yet! Give it a shot, maybe you can do it!”

It was the first time Brian Clark had been called “uncle.” He awkwardly touched his face and said, “Uncle is getting old, not as strong as the young guys anymore.”

With that, he picked up the suit jacket hanging on the nearby rack, casually draped it over his shoulder, rolled up the sleeves of his ink-patterned shirt, revealing lean but strong arms. Brian Clark put one hand in his pocket and carried the jacket over his shoulder with the other, looking carefree as he left the scene, but in reality, he wanted to catch up with Helen Grant.

“Wait a minute!” Laura Hayes became anxious. What about the clue? Wasn’t he supposed to get a clue if he won?

Seeing Laura Hayes grab him, Brian Clark turned around warily, thinking, is this troublemaker going to threaten the safety of the people around him? Brian Clark’s eyes instantly turned sharp, his expression full of danger. At this moment, the troublemaker was already within arm’s reach. Even if he tried to hurt the people nearby, Brian Clark was confident he could trap him in his own space.

Brian Clark was a rare spatial ability user; he could imprison or protect people within his own space. The guardian leaders were overjoyed when they discovered Brian Clark. All along, the guardians’ biggest worry was that the troublemakers would harm ordinary people. But Brian Clark could trap the troublemakers in his space, or protect ordinary people with it. His ability was made for guarding.

At such close range, Brian Clark was fully confident he could catch Laura Hayes. But there were too many people around, and some were recording videos. He didn’t want to complicate things, so he imitated Helen Grant and put on a calm smile: “Is there something else you need?”

Laura Hayes took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and said, “How about… we add each other as friends and spar again another day?”

Seeing him take the initiative to extend an olive branch, the onlookers burst into applause, and from time to time, girls’ screams of “I’m shipping them!” could be heard.

Brian Clark saw that Helen Grant had already gone far and didn’t know where he’d gone. He blinked to hide his inner struggle and pain. How he wished he could stay by Helen Grant’s side, comfort him, encourage him, and help his lover regain his spirits.

But he couldn’t. He was a guardian; he couldn’t abandon his work. He had to eliminate these evil troublemakers.

When Brian Clark opened his eyes again, his gaze was once more resolute.

He reached out and put his arm around Laura Hayes’s shoulders, enthusiastically saying, “No need to wait for another day. If you’re free, let me treat you to a meal right now.”

Here it comes! Is this the moment when, once they’re alone, the NPC uncle will finally give him the clue? Laura Hayes thought happily.

He turned and waved to the onlookers, saying, “I’m going to exchange tips with uncle. Everyone, disperse. We’ll meet again another day.”

“Exchange tips about what?” someone heckled. “Basketball or something else?”

Brian Clark’s face darkened. He thought, I’m a married man, what are you all shipping? So annoying! He had sacrificed too much for his job!

Fortunately, there were still people like Eric Webb and others with ordinary faces mixed in the crowd. A few underlings guided the crowd: “They’ve found a kindred spirit, why are you all making a fuss? Come back when you can throw five basketballs into the hoop.”

The underlings worked hard to disperse the crowd. Brian Clark squeezed Laura Hayes’s hand and smiled gently, “What would you like to eat?”

“Anything is fine, up to you.” The main point isn’t the meal, it’s the clue! Laura Hayes thought excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

Brian Clark put his arm around Laura Hayes, walking shoulder to shoulder as they moved as far from the crowd as possible. As they left the arcade, he suddenly spotted Helen Grant in the corner of a lottery shop, buying scratch-off tickets, and felt so heartbroken he almost cried.

Fortunately, he had received professional training and managed to hide his true emotions.

Brian Clark inconspicuously led Laura Hayes to the area near the restroom. Earlier, Eric Webb had secretly told him that they had already cleared everyone out of this restroom, so he could take action.

“I’m going to wash my hands first, just touched the basketballs,” Brian Clark said naturally, pointing to the restroom.