Such a fierce collision—even though the wolf demon had strong muscles and bones, he was still struck so hard that his head was bleeding, and even his emerald green eyes began to ooze blood.

The severely injured wolf demon suddenly forced James Carter's arms downward with both of his own, his muscles all over his body suddenly swelling and expanding, and he let out a piercing wolf howl.

James Carter hurriedly tightened his grip with both hands. Although the opponent was strong, his strength was still far inferior to James Carter's Vajra power.

What surprised James Carter was that the wolf demon's swollen body suddenly shrank and became smaller. Like a nimble mouse, he slipped out in a flash, escaping from James Carter's grasp just like that.

The freed wolf demon lowered his head and charged outward, his large body smashing through the glass and leaping out.

By the time James Carter caught up, the wolf demon had already landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and then got up and sprinted away.

This was the fourth floor, more than ten meters above the ground. It was also the backyard of Black Butterfly Bar, with only a few cars parked in the yard—empty, with no one in sight.

James Carter estimated that if he jumped down, he wouldn't die, but there was no way he could run as fast as the wolf demon.

While he hesitated, the wolf demon had already leapt over the high wall and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, James Carter waved his hand toward below: "Mr. Bennett, take care."

Once John Bennett ran off, James Carter finally felt a bit of itching on his back. He touched his back and muttered to himself, "I wonder if this Mr. Bennett has rabies..."

The office was littered with corpses, the scene rather bloody. Especially since a patrol captain had also died.

What was even more troublesome was that it was unclear who was backing the Black Tiger Gang. Wiping out the Black Tiger Gang all of a sudden would definitely offend some powerful people.

Handling this properly would not be easy.

James Carter found a telephone on the ground. Luckily, it hadn't been smashed by the overturned desk.

The technology of this era was roughly equivalent to that of Earth in the seventies or eighties. The most convenient way to contact someone was still by landline.

It was now past nine in the evening. The person James Carter wanted to reach would either be in the office or at home, so he should be able to get in touch.

James Carter first dialed the other party's office. After three rings, the call connected, and a lazy old man's voice came through the receiver: "Hello, who is this?"

"Third Uncle, it's me, James Carter. I've gotten into some trouble, Third Uncle, save me..."

(Two updates a day~ noon at twelve, evening at six~ that's it for now~)

Chapter 4 Third Uncle

The old man on the other end of the line was Robert Foster, the real uncle of his best friend William Foster. Back then, James Carter had studied source energy breathing techniques with Robert Foster for two months, and Robert Foster thought highly of him.

Robert Foster was currently the supervisor of the Special Affairs Bureau in Linhai City, a first-rank nine-star source master.

In a small place like Linhai, Robert Foster could already be considered a top expert. The Special Affairs Bureau held great power, specializing in handling special matters related to the demon race, source masters, and the like.

One of the reasons James Carter chose to work in Linhai was because Robert Foster was here.

In any era, having someone in a high place was crucial.

Just like today—without someone like Robert Foster with such status stepping in, there was no way he could handle this on his own.

On the other end of the phone, Robert Foster said unhurriedly, "Don't panic, just mention my name. There aren't many people in Linhai who would dare not give me face..."

"Uh, Third Uncle, here's the thing—I killed a few gang members..."

James Carter briefly recounted what had happened, and finally said, "John Bennett is a wolf demon. I'm ashamed to say, I couldn't keep him—he got away."

"Damn!"

Robert Foster on the other end of the line lost his composure. He hurriedly said, "Stay right there, don't move. I'll come over immediately."

Before James Carter could reply, Robert Foster had already hung up.

James Carter spoke into the busy tone on the receiver, "Then I'll wait for you, Third Uncle..."

While waiting for Robert Foster to arrive, James Carter wandered around the office. He soon found a safe in the corner.

With his strength, he could have forced the safe open. But since he had called Robert Foster over, it would look bad to take everything for himself first.

Whether or not Robert Foster cared, it just wasn't the right thing to do.

James Carter also found a hidden door leading directly to a huge bedroom. Inside was a walk-in closet.

There were a bunch of white shirts and ties hanging inside, and next to them was a watch winder holding seven or eight different mechanical watches.

"Running a gang is this profitable?"

James Carter was a bit surprised. He didn't know much about luxury goods, but he could tell that those mechanical watches together were worth at least a million.

You had to know, his monthly salary was less than a thousand yuan. Even if he didn't eat or drink for a year, he'd only save about ten thousand. A million was an astronomical figure to him.

James Carter didn't envy the nice watches; he was just surprised at how much money even a small Black Tiger Gang could rake in.

His uniform had been torn to shreds, so he picked out a new shirt to change into.

Sure enough, it was a high-end shirt—crisp, stylish, and comfortable to wear. John Bennett's build was about the same as his, so it fit well.

James Carter returned to the office and found the Black Star Type 3 pistol that John Bennett had left behind.

This pistol was an improved version of the Black Star, with a frame made of special alloy and engineering plastic, making it lighter and more reliable.

James Carter also found a genuine leather underarm holster. He adjusted the holster and inserted the pistol.

Looking in the mirror, James Carter was quite satisfied. He struck a brooding pose, imitating 007 drawing his gun.