In the confinement room corridor, the person in charge of escorting looked at the limping young man ahead and started laughing. This kid was practically a regular in the confinement room—if he didn’t come three, five, seven, or eight times a year, he’d probably feel uncomfortable himself, wouldn’t he?

Henry Carter, hearing this familiar voice, gently rubbed his temples and said, “James Carter? What family rule did you break this time?”

“Henry! Henry, is that you?”

The youth, who had just been speaking with a rebellious tone, suddenly changed his pitch, raising his voice in excitement, clearly very happy: “I want to share a room with Henry! Henry, where are you?”

“You think this is a vacation? You want to stay with whoever you want? This is the confinement room! Everyone gets a single room!”

In the corridor, the guards joked about the confinement room, accompanied by the sound of the iron door scraping against the floor as it opened.

“One person per room is such a waste of space. I’m already someone who’s made a mistake, I shouldn’t take up more family resources. Just let me—”

“Why so much nonsense? Get in there!”

“Ow! Pushing is one thing, but you actually kicked my butt… My delicate butt, you’ve been wronged! Hey, since you kicked my butt, shouldn’t you compensate me? How about putting me in the same room as Henry?”

James Carter got up and stood in front of the iron window, shouting loudly. The person in charge of locking up James Carter walked out of the corridor without looking back, slamming the door shut.

The guards knew this regular of the confinement room all too well. If you tried to reason with him, he’d tangle you up until you were dizzy. The best way was not to talk to him at all—just lock him up directly.

Chapter 8: The Ungrateful One

“All right, James Carter. Stop shouting.” Through the iron window, Henry Carter used the faint light to see James Carter behind the iron window of the room opposite, and was instantly stunned!

What? Henry Carter squinted hard, unable to believe what he was seeing.

James Carter was a few months younger than him, also a boy about to turn sixteen. Among the peers in the The Carter Family, he was a rare pretty boy, very handsome. His favorite thing to do every day was to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and sigh, “I’ve gotten even more handsome!”

Usually, the person who cherished his face the most—what happened to him today…?

The features were still the same, but not a single one retained its original appearance. His lips were swollen like he was holding two sausages, his cheeks puffed up like a pig’s head, and the eyes that girls liked most were so swollen that only a tiny slit remained—there was not a trace of handsomeness left.

“Hello, Henry! Meeting you here.”

Behind the iron window, James Carter showed a happy expression. Henry Carter had to look for a long time before he could be sure the kid was actually trying to smile.

“What happened to you? Who did you fight with? Someone from the The Doyle Family? Or the The Lewis Family?” Henry Carter immediately became alert. In Lan Hai, there weren’t many forces bold enough to mess with the The Carter Family. The real rivals of the The Carter Family were just those two families.

“Neither.” James Carter hesitated, looking at Henry Carter: “It was… it was… I fought with that brat Robert Carter.”

Robert Carter? Henry Carter raised his eyebrows. Wasn’t that Edward Carter’s younger brother?

“Why would you fight him?” Henry Carter stared at James Carter. “I remember you two didn’t have any issues.”

James Carter scratched his head, a trace of anger appearing on his swollen face: “Henry, I really didn’t have any problems with him before. But from today on! It’s war between us!”

Henry Carter said nothing, waiting for James Carter to explain the reason for the fight.

James Carter shifted his stance—his butt was so badly beaten it was about to split, and standing in one position for too long was really painful: “Didn’t our family just move back to the surface? I was about to go practice, and I ran into Robert Carter. That kid started shouting at me, saying that the The Lewis Family plans to marry sister-in-law Ethan Lewis to The Doyle Family’s Walter Doyle, putting a green hat on Will. So…”

“Robert Carter said that?”

Henry Carter interrupted James Carter with a dark expression. In Lan Hai, everyone knew that the The Lewis Family’s genius Ethan Lewis and the The Carter Family’s once most outstanding genius William Carter had feelings for each other. Both families wanted to match them up, to strengthen their ties and join forces to become the most powerful force in Lan Hai, driving the The Doyle Family out.

James Carter nodded vigorously, his eyes—swollen to a slit—radiating seriousness and indignation.

Henry Carter’s face turned cold: “Back when my brother was still healthy, who would dare say such things? Now they’re getting bolder and bolder, spouting this kind of crap!”

“Exactly! When Will was at his peak, not to mention them—even the The Doyle Family’s old ancestor behaved himself. Not like now, always showing off, afraid people won’t know he’s the number one expert in Lan Hai.” James Carter nodded repeatedly in agreement, his indignant face showing a hint of hesitation. He sneaked a glance at Henry Carter and whispered, “But… Henry… I did hear some rumors about sister-in-law Ethan Lewis a few days ago…”