He can withstand bullets and possesses immense strength, all because Emily helped him cultivate the "Diamond Divine Power Sutra."

However, Emily can be a bit naggy, constantly reminding him to keep his vows all day long.

Emily said with some concern, "Daddy, you’ve kept your vows for nine hundred and ninety-nine days in a row. Just one more day and you’ll be able to condense the Moral Radiance. Daddy, don’t act impulsively."

She had been watching from the side just now and had already figured out the general course of events. She knew James Carter's character—he would definitely seek revenge on David Brooks.

"Do not speak or act improperly." These two precepts seem simple, but keeping them is extremely difficult.

Especially when it comes to violent fights, she was afraid James Carter might accidentally break his vows.

"Don’t worry."

James Carter pointed to his own temple and said, "Daddy’s mind is very clear..."

He understood Emily's concerns, but he felt they were unnecessary.

He had been cultivating the "Diamond Divine Power Sutra" for twelve years and knew the importance of keeping vows.

Breaking a vow even once would cost him a day’s worth of cultivation.

Besides, he had already kept his vows for nine hundred and ninety-nine consecutive days. If he could keep them for a thousand days, he would obtain the Moral Radiance and unlock the Lotus of Morality—this was extremely important to him.

A petty villain like David Brooks was not worth breaking his vows over.

Emily was still a bit worried: "The Black Butterfly Bar is probably the Black Tiger Gang’s lair. Daddy, it’s too dangerous for you to go there alone."

James Carter shook his head. "Speed is the key in warfare. Catching them off guard is the way to seize the initiative. As long as I take care of John Bennett and David Brooks, this little gang will fall apart on its own."

He had been in Linhai for less than a month, but already had a basic understanding of the gangs in the area.

Among them, the Black Tiger Gang was the most powerful and ruthless in their money-making methods.

They used all sorts of means to force women into prostitution, trafficked illegal drugs, smuggled firearms—every penny they made was stained with blood.

Even if the Black Tiger Gang didn’t provoke him, he would still gather evidence and find a way to deal with them.

This time, it was Youngest Harris who tricked him, saying he’d introduce him to an informant by the river.

He hadn’t expected it to be David Brooks and John Bennett who wanted to kill him.

Since the other side didn’t play by the rules, James Carter naturally wouldn’t either.

"Do not speak or act improperly." The standard for this "propriety" was determined by his own heart.

James Carter's understanding was simple: propriety is order, rules, etiquette, and fairness.

For example, killing Youngest Harris—because the other side struck first. He believed his actions conformed to "propriety," so he wouldn’t violate the precepts.

On the other hand, if he accidentally cursed or was rude in some detail, like spitting on the ground, a whole day’s cultivation would be wasted.

It was clear that keeping vows for a thousand consecutive days was no easy feat.

……

Black Butterfly Bar, fourth floor office.

The office was luxuriously decorated, with a huge crystal chandelier overhead illuminating the room brightly.

A thick, wine-red pure wool carpet covered the floor. In the main seat stood a large solid wood desk with a matching genuine leather executive chair.

The dark-skinned John Bennett lounged lazily in the chair, his legs arrogantly propped up on the desk. There was a black "王" character tattooed on his forehead, looking both extremely eye-catching and extremely arrogant.

Opposite him was a square color TV, playing an entertainment program.

Several burly men sat on the sofas on either side, all armed with knives and guns, their faces fierce.

John Bennett glanced impatiently at the gold watch on his wrist. "It’s already nine o’clock!"

"Are your people reliable or not?"

"Youngest Harris is fat and ruthless, a crack shot. Killing an unsuspecting kid should be a piece of cake."

Leaning against the desk, David Brooks said, "Don’t worry, Fat Harris is reliable..."

Before he finished speaking, a burly man rushed in from outside. "Boss, someone named James Carter is here looking for David Brooks..."

David Brooks's face changed dramatically. He jumped up and asked, "James Carter?"

"Yes, he’s wearing a patrol officer’s uniform, looks sharp, slicked-back hair, very impressive..."

Hearing the description, David Brooks's face grew even uglier. It was definitely James Carter.

The most striking thing about James Carter was his handsome and neat appearance. No matter when, he always looked as if he’d just showered, styled his hair, and changed into new clothes—he always seemed to shine.

"Damn it," David Brooks cursed. Since James Carter had come looking for them, Fat Harris must have failed.

John Bennett grinned viciously and pulled a sharp dagger from the drawer. "This kid came right to us—makes things easier. I’ll personally rip out his heart, liver, and guts..."

As soon as James Carter entered the office, everyone’s eyes fell on him.

The burly men all glared fiercely, like a pack of man-eating beasts.

They made their living by killing and arson—who knew how much blood was on their hands.

That murderous aura was no joke.

What surprised everyone was that James Carter remained calm and composed, seemingly unfazed by their fierce stares.

James Carter was indeed handsome and dignified. Just standing there, he looked impressive, especially his bright, spirited eyes that seemed to shine.

As always, James Carter greeted David Brooks warmly: "Captain Brooks. Sorry to bother you so late."

He paused, then naturally asked, "Captain Brooks, I have something to ask—was it you who sent Sam Harris to kill me?"