William Carter's gaze passed over her and saw the mess inside the room. His face, already ashen, was now almost pitch black.

　　The wardrobe had been turned upside down, the cabinet storing patient records had been opened, various receipts were scattered all over the floor, and even the decorative painting hanging on the wall had been taken down.

　　It was just like a swarm of locusts had swept through, and even now, the bald man inside was still rummaging nonstop.

　　Suppressing the anger in his heart, William Carter squeezed out a final warning through gritted teeth: "Get out."

　　The violent change in his expression tore open the barely healed wounds on his cheeks, and fresh blood seeped out again, making his expression look even more ferocious.

　　Staring at that bloated face, William Carter said through clenched teeth, "Don't make me say it a second time."

　　The fat woman's expression changed, and she cursed angrily, "Are you crazy or something?"

　　As she spoke, she tried to close the door.

　　Bang!

　　At the last moment, William Carter's palm clamped into the crack of the door. A terrifying strength, never seen before, erupted in an instant and completely pushed the closing door open.

　　The tremendous force transmitted through the door made the fat woman stagger back two steps, looking in disbelief at William Carter who had barged into the room.

　　Just two hours ago, in her impression, this "outsider" was still a pushover who never talked back and was easy to manipulate; only now did she realize just how terrifying a truly good-tempered person could be when angry.

　　Surveying the mess in the room, William Carter sneered at them with utter contempt and said, "Ethan Lane isn't even dead yet, and you're already so eager to split up her property?!"

　　The bald man finally reacted, pointing at William Carter with an annoyed face: "What's with your attitude, kid! I'm Ruoshui's second uncle, how could I..."

　　"Like I care who you are?!"

　　A low growl full of fury cut him off. With the last of his patience, William Carter pointed outside the door: "Get out, did you hear me?"

　　Seeing William Carter's ferocious expression, the bald man who always claimed to be Ruoshui's "second uncle" actually shivered and couldn't help but take a step back.

　　Seeing her man being so useless, the fat woman angrily shoved her husband aside, her face quivering with fat as she started to make a scene: "Why should we! What right do you, a Zhou, have to meddle in my Lane family's affairs!"

　　Under the light, something on her neck reflected a dazzling gleam, stabbing painfully into William Carter's eyes.

　　"What right?"

　　Suppressing the fire in his belly, William Carter let out a low, cold laugh.

　　Wiping the blood seeping from his face, he seriously rolled up his sleeves, raised his slightly pale fingers, and clenched them into a fist.

　　"With this, is that enough?"

　　The expression on that bloated face changed abruptly. The whole process, in William Carter's eyes, seemed to slow down dozens of times, twisted to a ridiculous degree.

　　William Carter could even see his own reflection in her pupils, his expression ferocious.

　　In this slowed-down moment, with a blood-stained smile, he raised his hand and stepped his right foot back.

　　A few months ago, what did that muscle guy from the boxing club say again?

　　Retreating isn't weakness, it's for a better... punch!

　　In an instant, the rhythm of his muscles and the beat of his heart perfectly synchronized under the guidance of his will. Layer upon layer, power surged and overlapped through his body—exploding!

　　Bang!

Chapter 5: 'Family' and Family

　　Have you ever tried to endure a random old woman barging into your home and bossing you around?

　　Fat and ugly, with a pair of shifty, petty eyes—someone you've never even met, yet she acts like she's the mistress of the house, ordering you around.

　　Scratching dandruff onto the sofa cover that your aunt washes every week; spitting out sunflower seed shells onto the floor, not even bothering to look at the trash can just a few steps away.

　　Like a bandit, she barges into the deceased's room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, plundering the last inheritance of a fifteen-year-old girl.

　　And she even smugly wears the jewelry left behind by the deceased, stealing things that don't belong to her.

　　A face like that—it's really hard to find a reason not to punch it.

　　Maybe you endured it before, but now you can't.

　　You can no longer bear the anger in your chest that's about to burn you up!

　　So, there's no need to endure anymore. Pour all your rage and violence into this punch, vent it all out on that dead woman's face!

　　Bang!

　　……

　　In the desolate hall, the girl curled up on the sofa suddenly heard something. She stared blankly upward, looking at the ceiling.

　　Next, a series of low, muffled sounds spread out, as if an enraged bull was galloping across the earth, causing the parched soil to crack and sending up clouds of yellow dust.

　　Then came screams and cries of pain, followed quickly by the sound of chaotic footsteps thundering down the stairs.

　　The fat woman with a bruised and swollen face and the bald old man tumbled down the stairs as if they'd seen a ghost, scrambled to their feet, and stumbled into the hall.

　　On the sofa, Ethan Lane hugged a family-sized bucket of chicken, her expression perfectly showing a look of confusion.