However, he immediately felt a groan rising from within his body, accompanied by intense pain that nearly knocked him out.

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly supported him, saying, “Young Master Bennett, be careful.”

Logan Bennett gave a bitter smile and said, “Mr. Foster, Samuel Clark is outside, isn’t he?”

This old man was the loyal servant of a friend of his sister. That friend had entered a dangerous trial ground together with his sister, and before leaving, had asked Mr. Foster to come here and look after things.

Mr. Foster truly did his utmost, but it was impossible for him to accompany him at all times.

While Mr. Foster was in town, Samuel Clark brought people here, trying to forcibly buy the family’s dozen or so acres of prime farmland. Naturally, Logan Bennett refused, and as a result, he was severely beaten and passed out on the spot.

For some unknown reason, the soul of a young man entered this unconscious body, and at this moment, he woke up.

Mr. Foster hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, “Young Master Bennett, rest here for a while. I’ll go and send them away.”

Gently shaking his head, Logan Bennett replied softly, “Mr. Foster, I have to go out and see for myself.”

He straightened his chest and moved step by step toward the outside. Although his body was still wracked with pain, it was after all only flesh wounds, with no real damage to his bones or tendons. His young body was in good shape, and he could just barely hold on.

Mr. Foster hesitated slightly behind him, then sighed softly and followed him out.

The main gate slowly opened. A tall young man, accompanied by four strong men, looked at Logan Bennett with a cold sneer.

In the surrounding courtyard, all the doors were tightly shut, but from the cracks, a few pairs of fearful eyes could occasionally be seen peeking out cautiously.

“Logan Bennett.” The young man said indifferently, “How was yesterday’s lesson? Still feeling good?”

Logan Bennett stared at him with piercing eyes. If it had been the former, weak-willed Logan Bennett, he would probably have been curled up in bed by now, hiding like a turtle.

But now, a new soul inhabited this body.

Grinning, Logan Bennett said, “Samuel Clark, I’ve remembered your great kindness. When my sister returns, she’ll naturally see that justice is done.”

A sudden silence fell inside and outside the gate.

Whether it was the sneering Samuel Clark, or Mr. Foster following behind Logan Bennett, both wore looks of disbelief.

Since when did Young Master Bennett have such boldness? Could it be that after that beating, he’s undergone a complete transformation?

After a long moment, Samuel Clark finally came to his senses. A trace of shame and anger flashed across his face as he said, “Hmph, what shameless boasting. Your sister entered the deadly Chongming Marsh and has been missing for half a year. How could she possibly have survived? Counting on a dead person to back you up—what a joke.”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, without restraint.

Logan Bennett’s face was full of anger. In fact, even he himself didn’t understand why his emotions were so intense.

He had just taken over this body. Although he had memories and impressions of the past ten-plus years, he shouldn’t have such strong feelings. Yet, for some reason, the moment he heard the other’s laughter, he couldn’t help but be filled with righteous indignation.

With a furious roar, Logan Bennett braced his injured body and was about to charge forward.

However, his wrist tightened slightly—Mr. Foster had already grabbed him. Although Mr. Foster looked old and frail, his hands were as steady as a mountain. With just a gentle tug, Logan Bennett couldn’t move at all.

Patting his arm lightly, Mr. Foster smiled and said, “Young Master Bennett, this is your home. Since someone has come to make a racket, let this old man drive them away for you.”

Logan Bennett stared in astonishment as Mr. Foster walked past him. His heart was pounding with surprise—could it be that he was so lucky as to have a hidden master by his side?

Samuel Clark looked coldly at Mr. Foster and said slowly, “Mr. Foster, are you trying to stand up for him? Hmph, aren’t you afraid of causing trouble for Chad Sullivan?”

Mr. Foster tugged at the wrinkled skin on his face and said, “Before the young master left, he told me to take good care of Young Master Bennett.” He raised his head and continued slowly, “The young master and Miss Yu entered the deadly marsh together. If they can come out, they’ll come out together. If not, then this old life of mine is nothing to lose.”

His voice grew softer and softer, but inexplicably, a terrifying aura began to spread from him.

Samuel Clark took a step back, his expression growing grave.

“Mr. Foster, you’re just an ordinary layman. Do you really want to go against the Mao family? You’d better think carefully.”

The four strong men beside him stepped forward almost simultaneously, surrounding him. Although they had the advantage in numbers and each was sharp and capable, when facing Mr. Foster, this seemingly frail old man, they were as wary as if facing a formidable enemy.

Mr. Foster raised his head, a chilling gleam flashing in his eyes. “What the young master entrusted to me, I will accomplish, even if it costs me my life.”