Robert Bennett entered the room on one side, while on the other, the brothers John Carter and Steven Carter had already brought their men to confront Little William. Seeing Little William standing under the sunlight in big shorts, half-naked and swaggering, the The Carter Brothers glared with wide, fierce eyes, burning with rage.

John Carter pointed his knife at Little William and said, “Little William, what did you do to my sister?”

Little William grinned and said, “What do you think I did to her?”

“Uh…” John Carter was actually stumped by the question. He scratched his head and turned to his younger brother Steven Carter, whispering, “Second brother, what do we want him to have done?”

Steven Carter shouted, “Bah! You brat, if you so much as touch a hair on my sister’s head, we brothers will burn this entire Minister’s Residence to the ground.”

John Carter nudged his brother: “Second brother, he already did, he already did!” Just now, Little William had cut off a lock of his sister’s hair right in front of him. John Carter was an honest man—he said whatever was on his mind.

Steven Carter fumed, “Why didn’t you say so earlier! If you dare touch even a finger of my sister…”

Little William interrupted him, “Cut the crap. I’ve touched your sister from head to toe. So what?”

“You…”

At this moment, Robert Bennett came out of the room, holding Grace Carter at knifepoint. He had gone in hoping to catch a glimpse of something, but was disappointed to find Grace Carter fully dressed. This young master is really too sly—he gets all the good stuff and doesn’t even leave a drop of soup for the servants. You finish your business and put her clothes back on so quickly? And wrapped up so tightly, too. Couldn’t you at least let me have a look? Robert Bennett grumbled inwardly, but his face was fierce as he pressed the knife to Grace Carter’s neck and walked up to Little William. By now, he was completely calm, feeling confident, and spoke with extra authority: “All of you, back off! All of you, get out, or I’ll cut her down with one stroke!”

John Carter clutched his big head in agony and said, “Not again…” He had no way to deal with this move, and Steven Carter was also a bit dumbfounded—their sister was in the enemy’s hands, and they had to be cautious.

Robert Bennett saw the group intimidated by him and couldn’t help feeling smug. He was about to say something even more impressive when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

Little William nodded at him and said, “Excuse me, excuse me, you’re blocking my shot!”

Robert Bennett didn’t know what a “shot” was, but he did know he was blocking the young master. Robert Bennett thought he was being helpful, trying to protect the young master, but it was like a dog biting Lü Dongbin—good intentions unappreciated. Robert Bennett muttered to himself, but obediently pulled Grace Carter back a step.

Grace Carter glared fiercely at Little William with her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

Only then did Little William notice that her mouth was stuffed with a cloth, clearly Robert Bennett’s doing. No wonder she’d been so quiet all this time. That bastard Robert Bennett, did he take advantage of her just now? He sure didn’t look like a good person.

Little William stepped forward: “Who just said they were going to burn down the Minister’s Residence?”

John Carter looked at his brother, and Steven Carter patted his chest: “I said it. If you dare touch even a finger of my sister, I’ll burn the Minister’s Residence to the ground.”

Little William reached out and first stroked Grace Carter’s small hand, then lifted her beautifully curved chin, grinning, “I touched her. Go ahead and burn it!”

“Uh… You think I won’t…? Bring me fire!”

Sure enough, among the hundred or so people, someone handed over a torch. Steven Carter raised the torch, looking for a good place to set fire.

Little William said, “It’s easy to start a fire, but hard to put one out. If you set a fire now, water and fire are merciless. Never mind whether any of us can escape alive, but if the court finds out you burned down the Minister’s Residence, your whole The Carter Family will be executed to the last man.”

Steven Carter was shocked, the torch pausing in his hand: “Trying to scare me?”

Little William said, “You brought over a hundred men, forced your way into the Minister’s Residence, broke down my door, injured my servants, turned the place upside down, and now you want to burn my house. How is this any different from being bandits?”

“You’re the bandit! You kidnapped my sister…”

Little William sneered, “This is my turf. I have witnesses and evidence. I say you brought over a hundred men to break into my house with intent to rob. Who do you think the authorities will believe, you or me?”

John Carter said, “You clearly kidnapped my sister, and now you’re holding her hostage. Don’t you dare slander us.”

Steven Carter said, “Big brother, ignore him. He has witnesses, but so do we. We have more people…”

“Numbers make you right?” Little William realized these guys were really not too bright. He stepped forward: “Over a hundred people armed with knives, spears, and clubs, breaking into the Minister’s Residence—if that’s not robbery, is it rebellion?”

“You…”

“You what? According to the laws of Da Kang, if you’re convicted of rebellion, all of you—over a hundred people—will be executed to the last man!”

Crash! The group behind the The Carter Brothers all took two steps back at once, clearly frightened by Little William’s words. If they were really accused of rebellion, that would be a capital crime for the whole clan.

Steven Carter shouted, “You think I’m so easily scared? Little William, today I will never let you off!”