“Fine, I knew it! Looks like my reunion with my beloved car will be postponed for another week. A bunch of bastards! I really don’t know where these assholes came from—don’t they know the rules? They actually dared to stir up trouble on Market Street, their brains must be waterlogged. Just wait, those white pigs outside will definitely bash their brains out.”

　　William cursed as he spoke, looking indignant as he walked out the door. But when the two of them passed the end of the street, at the crime scene surrounded by a bunch of police cars, William immediately fell silent, looking as meek as could be.

　　That was because a group of white police officers over there were staring at them. Some even looked cold and menacing, their hands resting on their gun holsters.

　　At this moment, through the gaps between the vehicles, the two could vaguely see two corpses lying in pools of blood. William couldn’t help but sneak a glance, and then his expression became excited again.

　　“Hey! Ethan, those are Bloodfang Gang members, I saw the wolf fang tattoo.”

　　“I bet it was the Black Prison Skulls who did it. In the Southside, only they dare to mess with the Bloodfang Gang, not giving a damn about the cops. Did you hear me? Ethan?”

　　Ethan Thompson wasn’t interested at all. He had already searched his memory for information about the Black Prison Skulls and the Bloodfang Gang, knowing these were among the largest Black gangs in Atlanta’s Southside. But gangs, which were like underworld societies but even worse, were something he had always looked down on, both in his previous life and this one.

　　In fact, he found the police cars parked nearby even more interesting. According to the original owner’s memories, these big machines ran on a fuel called ‘petroleum’, which was already widespread in this world.

　　Ethan Thompson was very curious about what it felt like to drive these vehicles, and how exactly they worked—

　　Oh, and among the crowd, there was a neatly dressed, strikingly beautiful policewoman, who involuntarily stirred up some wicked, lustful thoughts in him.

　　—No need to ask, this was definitely another backlash from Logan Bennett.

　　It was clear that the ‘Purity Talisman’ he had drawn himself had some suppressive effect, but when faced with a beautiful woman like that police officer, it was basically useless.

　　He suddenly realized that the technique that bastard used before dying was probably a method that could infinitely amplify a person’s desires.

　　If he were still the original Brian Carter, he wouldn’t fear such a technique at all. But now, he was a fusion of Brian Carter and Ethan Thompson.

　　Whether it was yesterday’s call girl or today’s beautiful policewoman, Brian Carter could remain unmoved and indifferent, but the original Ethan Thompson might not.

　　At this moment, William seemed to remember something: “Oh right, Ethan, speaking of gangs, I heard that the other day at school, the Teutonic Cross’s Franks came looking for you guys, right? They wanted to recruit you?”

　　Ethan Thompson fell into thought again, and after a second, nodded: “That did happen, but I turned them down.”

　　The name ‘Teutonic Cross’ sounded impressive, but in reality, it was just another gang. The only difference from the Black Prison Skulls or Bloodfang Gang was that it was made up entirely of ethnic Germans.

　　Ethan Thompson’s mother’s family, the Wiltonstein clan, originally came from the German Empire in the Old World, so he was half German by blood.

　　However, the original owner of this body also kept his distance from gangs.

　　Even though he was determined to investigate his parents’ deaths and avenge them, he had never considered using the power of gangs, which was something Ethan Thompson especially admired.

　　Diligent, ambitious, intelligent, and principled—this was Ethan Thompson’s impression of the body’s original owner so far. This unfortunate child, who died young, possessed all the qualities needed for success, except for being impulsive and quick-tempered.

Chapter 8 Market

　　“I figured as much.”

　　William looked as if he understood everything: “What a pity, that was Franks, a high-ranking member of the Teutonic Cross. I think if even he came out personally, they must really value you and probably offered you a great deal. If it were me, I’d definitely accept such an offer.”

　　Ethan Thompson couldn’t help but look at his friend with a strange expression: “That’s a gang, you want to join them? In the future, you’d be dealing drugs, collecting protection money, forcing women into prostitution, and then end up like those guys lying on the ground?”

　　In the original Qiong Realm, there were also things similar to heroin and meth, which made Ethan Thompson deeply detest such evil.

　　“But a lot more people got rich from it.”