How much did he drink to actually take the initiative to ask William Harris if he needed an assaulter? If these two end up on the same team in the future, wouldn’t they be able to stab each other at the drop of a hat?

What kind of hellish team would that be?

Edward Grant and Ethan Wood exchanged a glance, both not understanding what Henry Clark meant by this. Wasn’t this little wolf cub just wishing he could bite William Harris to death a moment ago?

Compared to everyone’s shock, William Harris was relatively calm. After a moment of silence, he said, “I do.”

Henry Clark looked straight into William Harris’s eyes. “Am I qualified to be your teammate now?”

William Harris, who thought he was already numb to everything, suddenly found it a little hard to breathe as he looked at Henry Clark.

William Harris nodded. “You are.”

Henry Clark let out a snort of laughter, his eyes full of mockery.

Ethan Wood’s expression finally relaxed.

Henry Clark laughed for a while, then nodded. “Good, that’s good enough…”

“They’re playing dice over there, right?” Henry Clark took another sip of alcohol and looked at William Harris. “God Yu, want to play a game with me too?”

Ethan Wood cut in with a bad tone, “What game do you want to play?”

In Henry Clark’s eyes, it seemed only William Harris was left. He stared straight ahead, tapping his long middle finger on the marble tabletop, and said slowly, “In this tray, there are nine glasses of the hard liquor they use for mixing—over ninety percent alcohol. And one glass is lemon tea.”

Henry Clark looked at William Harris, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “God Yu, just pick one and down it. If you pick the lemon tea…”

“Bullshit!” Ethan Wood couldn’t take it anymore. “Who the hell would play this with you? One in ten chance, who could pick it? And even if you do, what’s the point? Just for your glass of lemon tea? Don’t be crazy…”

“If you pick it,” Henry Clark interrupted Ethan Wood, “I’ll waive my signing fee to join your new team.”

The private room instantly fell silent.

Henry Clark’s gaze was sharp. “Not a single cent, I’ll give you my all, play a full season for you. Are you in or not?”

Ethan Wood was stunned, caught off guard by this sudden gift, and instantly forgot what he was about to say. He stammered, “But if… if he picks the liquor?”

Henry Clark looked at the still-silent William Harris, barely able to hide the hatred in his eyes. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Whatever you pick, you have to finish it.”

“Finish it?!” Ethan Wood completely exploded. “Are you insane? Each of those glasses is at least four hundred milliliters! Ninety percent alcohol—any normal person would be in trouble drinking that much, and you want him to do it?! Others might not know, but you know about his condition, don’t you?!”

“His life is valuable, but isn’t my season’s signing fee worth anything?” Henry Clark said calmly. “High risk, high reward. Seems fair.”

Edward Grant shot Henry Clark a warning look. “Evil.”

Henry Clark ignored him, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lowering his head to light it. “God Yu, one in ten chance. Are you playing or not?”

Henry Clark took a drag, his tone less patient. “If you’re not playing, I’ll have the waiter clear the drinks.”

Ethan Wood said irritably, “Not playing! Clear them!”

Henry Clark was just about to get up…

William Harris said, “I’ll play.”

Henry Clark’s fingers trembled slightly, almost burning himself with the ash.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Ethan Wood was stunned for a moment, then completely lost it, shouting, “Are you fucking trying to die? Don’t you know the state of your stomach? Want to end up in the ER again?!”

William Harris’s face was calm. He repeated, “I’ll play.”

Henry Clark exhaled a puff of smoke, silently cursing.

Henry Clark tossed his half-smoked cigarette into the beer can he’d just been drinking from. “Let’s make this clear first…”

Henry Clark looked up at William Harris. “Let me repeat the rules: no matter what you pick, you have to finish it.”

William Harris nodded. “Understood.”

“Yu Zhui.” Edward Grant never expected things to go this far tonight. If he’d known Henry Clark would act like this, he never would have called him over. Edward Grant frowned. “Enough, everyone’s had too much to drink tonight, the jokes have gone too far. Let’s just call it a night.”

“Thanks for your concern.” William Harris picked up a can of milk someone had left by the table, twisted it open, and took a few gulps. “No need to persuade me. I’m playing.”

“Play what?! Drinking a few sips of milk now won’t help! That’s vodka! It could be used as explosives!” Ethan Wood was about to strangle both of them. He glared fiercely at William Harris, stepped forward, and lowered his voice, grinding his teeth. “You… if you really want him, we’ll just buy him from IAC! Whatever it costs, we’ll pay! What’s more important than your life?”

William Harris shook his head slowly. “You can’t buy it.”

Henry Clark heard every word and sneered. “Now you want to buy me? Sorry, once I walk out that door, I’ll never join your team. Ever.”

Ethan Wood was so angry he could explode. “You little brat!”

On the side, Evelyn couldn’t sit still anymore. He timidly tried to persuade, “Shi-ge… it’s not worth it. Even if there were misunderstandings before, there’s no need to end up in the hospital, right? This is going too far…”

Henry Clark ignored Evelyn.

William Harris lowered his head, picked up his phone, and sent a message to his private doctor back home. Then he put the phone aside and looked down at the ten transparent drinks on the table.