A single question left David Brooks a bit stunned. He’d done plenty of bad things, but had never been confronted like this before.

He wasn’t really afraid of James Carter, but he did feel a bit guilty and was embarrassed to just admit it outright.

James Carter noticed the subtle change in David Brooks’s expression and smiled, “Captain Brooks, was it Sam Harris talking nonsense? Or did you do it and just don’t dare to admit it?”

David Brooks felt a bit ashamed and annoyed. He wasn’t quick-witted, and James Carter didn’t speak according to the usual script, so for a moment he didn’t know how to respond.

John Bennett looked down on David Brooks’s weakness. He said loudly, “Kid, let me make it clear for you. You took my goods, so you deserve to die! Got it?”

“To block someone’s path to wealth is like killing their parents.”

James Carter said sincerely, “I do understand that principle.”

But John Bennett didn’t care how polite James Carter was. He grinned menacingly, raised his knife, and stood up. “Kid, since you came here yourself, I’ll personally send you on your way!”

A few burly men nearby understood and came over to surround James Carter on both sides. Two of them grabbed James Carter’s arms, while another behind him locked his neck in a chokehold.

“Idiot, you talk way too much!”

John Bennett’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. He really disliked James Carter’s attitude—so polite and courteous, yet not showing enough fear.

To him, that was a serious offense.

As John Bennett approached with his knife, James Carter still tried to reason patiently, “Mr. Bennett, calm down. If you get any more agitated, I’ll have to fight back.”

John Bennett didn’t want to waste words. He pressed his lips tightly together, his dagger gleaming coldly as he raised it high.

He wanted to see if, once this kid’s belly was cut open and his guts spilled out, he’d still be able to keep running his mouth!

James Carter wasn’t actually talkative; he just followed the principle of “do not act without proper reason.”

“Ritual” means order, rules, and etiquette. So he needed a solid reason before making a move.

Waiting for the other side to strike first or show clear malice was the safest strategy. And even if he killed someone, he would never utter a harsh word!

Seeing John Bennett getting closer, James Carter suddenly exploded into action.

The two burly men holding his arms were no match for his strength.

James Carter’s arm muscles tensed, and he easily broke free from their grip. Before they could react, he grabbed both of them by the collar and slammed them together with force.

They didn’t even know what was happening—one moment their vision blurred, the next they were airborne, arcing in front of James Carter.

The two men crashed into each other violently, their heads colliding with a burst of blood.

The man choking James Carter realized something was wrong and tried to strangle him with all his might.

James Carter tossed aside the two men he’d just killed, then twisted his body and drove his elbow back with a fierce strike.

His elbow landed squarely on the man’s ribs behind him, shattering at least four of them. The force continued inward, smashing into the man’s liver.

That one blow was so powerful it ruptured the man’s liver. The radiating pain made him pass out instantly.

He wasn’t dead yet, but he was as good as finished.

David Brooks’s eyes went wide with disbelief. He couldn’t believe such overwhelming strength was hidden in James Carter’s slender body!

The brutality on display was a stark contrast to his usual polite demeanor.

John Bennett was much calmer than David Brooks. Without hesitation, he turned and ran for the desk.

There was a loaded Black Star pistol in the drawer, with an eleven-round magazine, semi-automatic, 5.5 caliber—enough to pierce a centimeter-thick steel plate within twenty meters.

John Bennett darted behind the desk and yanked open the drawer, just managing to grab the Black Star pistol.

But James Carter had already dashed forward, and now only the desk separated them.

No matter how strong the other guy was, with a big desk between them, he couldn’t reach him.

An ugly grin appeared on John Bennett’s face. Beyond seven steps, the gun is faster; within seven steps, the gun is both faster and more accurate.

Just as John Bennett was about to raise the gun, his vision suddenly went black.

Before he could react, the three-hundred-pound solid wood desk flipped over and came crashing down on him.

The beautiful rosewood desk slammed down with a thunderous crash, completely burying John Bennett underneath.

With a deafening bang, John Bennett and his executive chair were flattened by the desk, and even the floor shook violently.

David Brooks, standing to the side, shuddered in fear.

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Chapter 3: Take Care

David Brooks was truly terrified. He was standing right next to the desk and saw the whole thing clearly.

A massive solid wood desk weighing over three hundred pounds—James Carter just lifted and tossed it aside with both hands as if it were nothing.

James Carter’s limbs were long and slender, his physique beautifully proportioned, but he didn’t look bulky at all.

David Brooks had seen the strength of Source Masters before, and even those wearing Source Armor probably didn’t have such brute force.

What was even scarier was that, because John Bennett was so cautious, David Brooks was never allowed to bring a gun when he came here.

He watched helplessly as John Bennett was crushed by a desk weighing several hundred pounds, unable to do anything.

With a face full of shock, David Brooks said to James Carter, “Bro, anything can be discussed…”

“Don’t be afraid, Captain Brooks. You won’t even have time to feel pain—it’ll be over quickly.”

James Carter smiled at David Brooks, then swung a heavy punch at his head.