Micheal was so infuriated that he was nearly spewing fire. Known for his agility in The Thompson family, he found it humiliating to be punched by Henry upon their first encounter and now being hoisted up by him. Where could he put his face?

He grabbed Henry's hands, twisted around, and broke free from Henry's grip, landing on the ground and swiftly stepping back a couple of steps.

Henry raised an eyebrow, surprised to find that Micheal, who appeared gentle and refined, also knew some martial arts. He sneered and moved towards Micheal again.

This time, Micheal wouldn't just stand there waiting to be hit. He stepped back into the room, and once he reached the living room, he suddenly attacked, grappling with Henry.

Both were skilled in close combat, exchanging moves and countermoves, with neither gaining the upper hand for the moment.

Micheal had been caught off guard by Henry's initial punch and hadn't expected Nancy's people to attack him upon their first meeting.

Now, with enough space in the living room, he was not afraid of Henry.

Nancy and Charlie entered, and Charlie didn't show any intention of helping Henry, nor did Nancy try to stop the fight.

Nancy knew that no matter what she said now, Henry wouldn't listen.

"Look, Nan."

Charlie pointed at the suitcase on the floor, with clothes neatly folded inside but not yet packed, suggesting Micheal was still organizing his personal items.

Nancy's brows furrowed slightly at the sight of the suitcase, "Is he leaving?"

"Ha."

Charlie twisted his neck and flexed his wrists, "Now, do you still think he didn't do it?"

"This…"

Nancy was at a loss for words. They had just had an incident, and here was Micheal, packing to leave Liverton. If it wasn't him behind it, it would be too much of a coincidence.

"Honey… then…"

Before Nancy could finish, Charlie suddenly rushed towards Micheal, who was engaged in a fight with Henry and hadn't expected Charlie to join in.

Charlie's spinning kick caught Micheal off guard, striking his handsome face and sending him flying like a rag doll against the wall.

"Ouch…"

Micheal grimaced in pain. As Charlie and Henry approached him again, he raised his hands to cover his face, cursing in frustration, "Stop! Stop! Two against one, what kind of skill is that? Really, have you eaten gunpowder? Attacking me as soon as you see me, and even resorting to a sneak attack, have you no shame?"

Henry spat on the ground, "Pah! Do we need to save face with a scoundrel like you?"

Even without Charlie's help, Henry felt he could take down Micheal by himself.

Micheal, seeing Henry's annoyed expression and Charlie's grim face, complained bitterly, "What scoundrel? How am I a scoundrel? Both of you are respected figures, right? How can you attack me, a weak, pitiful, helpless person, without a word?"

Weak?

Pitiful?

Helpless?

Nancy's lips twitched severely. She couldn't see how this Young Master Micheal was weak, pitiful, or helpless in any way.