The Land Rover, accompanied by Jung Eun-ji’s singing, arrived at the gates of Leo King’s security company.

Christopher Carter stretched lazily as he got out of the car, glanced up at the sign above the gate that read “Jin Security Company,” then looked at the empty entrance and waved his hand.

At his signal, the underlings rushed in all at once.

Christopher Carter followed behind, strolling in unhurriedly. The lobby was empty, and all the offices were closed and locked. The corridor leading to the president’s office was in full view; a few figures stood there nervously, cautiously sizing up Christopher Carter and his crew.

Christopher Carter walked over. The people in the corridor hesitated for a moment but eventually made way.

Standing at the door of the president’s office, he saw a bald, burly man inside, staring at Christopher Carter.

“Sir Clark, what’s the meaning of this?”

Christopher Carter walked in, grinning coldly. “I’d like to know too—Leo King just died, and here you are sitting in the president’s office. What’s that supposed to mean?”

The bald man replied coldly, “Before the gang makes a decision, what’s wrong with me temporarily handling affairs?”

“Right, absolutely right.” Christopher Carter patted him on the shoulder, then suddenly grabbed a cup from the coffee table and smashed it against the bald man’s temple with a bang. The bald man screamed, instinctively kicked out, but Christopher Carter easily dodged and drove his knee hard into the man’s stomach. The bald man clutched his stomach and squatted down.

“Mr. King!” The people at the door tried to rush in, but Ethan Grant and his men quickly drew their batons, blocking the entrance.

Christopher Carter squatted down and patted the bald man’s head. “Temporary doesn’t mean you get to sit in the president’s office like you own the place. Anyone who doesn’t know better might think you were the one who took out Leo King…”

At these words, the doorway immediately fell silent. The bald man shouted angrily, “Sir Clark, don’t you slander me! I’m just trying to keep things stable…”

Christopher Carter pointed outside. “This is your damn security company, and even a beggar could walk right in the front door. You really think this place can provide security? Looks to me like you care more about the account books, passwords, and trade channels in the president’s office than any so-called stability!”

The bald man clutched his forehead and said nothing.

Of course, no one really thought he was the one who killed Leo King, because even if Leo King died a hundred times, this bald guy would never be next in line to take over. Still, Christopher Carter hoped to see some cohesion among Leo King’s people, which would make things easier for him in the future, rather than seeing this sorry state where everyone was just trying to grab something for themselves.

If you all take your cut, what’s left for me?

Christopher Carter stood up, turned, and sat on the sofa, tapping the coffee table. “Back to the point—how many good people are there in our line of work? Everyone looks out for themselves, so I won’t say more. Hand over whatever you found in this room this morning, and you can get lost.”

The bald man sighed and simply sat on the floor. “Sir Clark, I didn’t expect you to come so quickly. Honestly, I did want Sir King’s dock channels, but I didn’t find them. If you don’t believe me, you can search me.”

Christopher Carter gave Ethan Grant a look. Ethan Grant understood, searched the bald man thoroughly—even took off his socks to check—and finally shook his head at Christopher Carter.

Christopher Carter waved his hand. “Search the others outside too!”

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“Mr. Clark, you’re just letting them go like that?” Watching the bald man and his cronies leave, Ethan Grant turned back, frowning. “I still think there’s something off about them.”

“It’s because there’s something off that I’m letting them go. This isn’t just about dealing with a few useless guys internally—there might be more to Leo King’s death. Better not to draw too much attention.” Christopher Carter said calmly, “Have Sam take some men and keep an eye on them. Be careful. If anything happens, we’ll deal with it then.”

Ethan Grant understood and hurried off to make arrangements.

Christopher Carter straightened up and walked toward the lobby. At this moment, there were twenty or thirty people standing in the lobby. They were Leo King’s subordinates, but they belonged to the Xin Village faction—not Leo King’s close confidants, and certainly not the bald man’s. Christopher Carter took out a pack of cigarettes, offered them around, and said, “Who among you knows the most about what happened to your Sir King?”

Everyone looked at each other. The one in front replied, “Mr. King knows more. We just followed Sir King’s orders.”

Christopher Carter nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Kevin King.”

Christopher Carter glanced around and smiled. “Squad leader?”

Kevin King looked a bit embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ve been at it for years.”

“Do you know if Leo King had any enemies?”

“No…”

“You guys work in security—there’s always conflict with people. How could you have no enemies at all?”

“Just minor scuffles, nothing we’d call an enemy…” Kevin King scratched his head. “If you mean that, there’s plenty. Every time we do security, there’s some run-in with the local punks… As for the docks, we just handle the shipments. Haven’t heard of any problems.”

“Did Leo King act strange recently?”

“No, he was taking jobs as usual—mostly legitimate business.”

Christopher Carter sighed and nodded.

Leo King, this is as much as your brother can do for you.

A thorough investigation? What a joke…

As they spoke, more people arrived outside, looking puzzled by the atmosphere in the lobby and not daring to come in. Christopher Carter gave a questioning look, and Kevin King whispered, “Ordinary employees.”

Christopher Carter understood.