As for that bastard Henry Foster, James Carter had already been angry with him for a long time. He had held back just now, but now he had started to take action, and without any hesitation, gave Henry Foster a good beating, leaving the guy with a bruised and swollen face. The pig-like screams he let out—who knows if they were meant for Ethan Brooks to hear.

But the noise did attract some workers from the factory. Although these workers didn’t like Henry Foster and were on good terms with James Carter, they were still afraid that James Carter might beat him too badly, so they rushed in to stop James Carter.

However, James Carter had no intention of running away. For this kind of injury, at most he’d get a year or so in prison, and at least he’d have a place to eat. He wouldn’t have to keep looking for jobs to make money. It was just a pity about the villa he had just moved into—now he wouldn’t be able to enjoy his year’s use of it.

“James Carter, why aren’t you running?” Ethan Brooks had already gotten up by now, wiped the blood from his face, but there was a look of excited cruelty on his face.

James Carter glared fiercely at Ethan Brooks. If he had another chance like just now, he would still beat him up. Ethan Brooks had already forced him to work in such a small factory, and now he was cutting off his livelihood. Rather than living like a dog, he’d rather give him a good beating and vent his anger.

“Kid, you’re good. Like this, I actually want to keep playing with you. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be any fun for me, haha…” Ethan Brooks laughed loudly, the blood on his face making his smile look even more sinister.

At this moment, James Carter suddenly figured something out. Hiding from someone like this would never end. He might as well fight him. As long as he was still breathing, he’d fight him to the end. He sneered, squeezed out a few words through his teeth, and said, “Then let’s see who wins!”

“You’d better go to prison first and find out what it means to wish you were dead. I’ll come visit you often. If you make it out alive, we’ll keep fighting.” Ethan Brooks looked at James Carter with a sinister expression.

“I’ll make it out. As long as you’re alive, I definitely won’t die before you.” James Carter was gradually calming down. Years of hardship had made him more steady and experienced than the average twenty-five-year-old man. After his initial impulse, he was already thinking about how to minimize the damage to himself.

Police cars came roaring in—a Santana and a van. Surprisingly, it wasn’t ordinary police officers who arrived, but four detectives. Leading them was a middle-aged male officer in his forties, followed by two young men and a young woman. James Carter knew they were detectives because the woman was actually Ryan Sullivan, his beautiful tenant.

This gave James Carter a sudden surge of confidence. It seemed he had someone on the police side now. If Ryan Sullivan spoke up for him, maybe he could get through this. But then he remembered Ryan Sullivan’s attitude toward him yesterday, and his hope immediately faded. The two of them still had unresolved issues—big ones. Counting on Ryan Sullivan to help him was about as likely as the sun rising in the west.

Ryan Sullivan was also a bit surprised to see James Carter here. At this moment, Ethan Brooks pointed at James Carter and said, “Captain Morgan, this is the guy who just hit me.” Clearly, he knew the middle-aged man in front.

Captain Morgan’s full name was Jack Morgan, deputy captain of the detective squad. His wife was Ethan Brooks’s aunt, so the two were relatives. That’s why, after being beaten, Ethan Brooks had called his uncle-in-law directly.

When Jack Morgan saw the blood on Ethan Brooks’s face, he frowned and immediately said with a stern face, “Take him away.”

The two male detectives immediately handcuffed James Carter and pushed him into the police van outside, with Ryan Sullivan following along.

Although Ryan Sullivan sat in the back with James Carter, she didn’t say a single word to him, and even looked a bit excited. This completely dashed James Carter’s last bit of hope. Damn, she was actually gloating over his misfortune—there was no point hoping for her help.

Soon they arrived at the detective squad. James Carter was taken to an interrogation room and cuffed to an iron chair. After a while, Ryan Sullivan actually walked in alone.

James Carter was about to speak, but when he saw the excitement flash in Ryan Sullivan’s eyes, his heart instantly sank.

“Well, Mr. Landlord, you even went out and got into a fight.” Ryan Sullivan stood in front of James Carter, looking down at him.

“If a man doesn’t fight, is he still a man?” James Carter knew Ryan Sullivan wouldn’t help him, so he spoke to her without any courtesy.

“Do you know what happens when you end up in our detective squad?” Ryan Sullivan bent down, glaring fiercely at James Carter.

“What can you do to me? If you dare lay a hand on me, I’ll kick you out when I get back.”

“Ha, I’ll lock you up for a while and see how you kick me out.” Ryan Sullivan smiled.

James Carter immediately felt deflated. He only had a year’s ownership of that villa. By the time he got out, the year would probably be up. By then, it wouldn’t be him kicking Ryan Sullivan out—he’d be the one getting kicked out.