Edward York went out tonight to stake out the fugitive—he knew about it. Now, with all this commotion, he figured they must have caught the fugitive and brought him back.

Edward York chuckled and said, “Instructor Foster, we didn’t catch the fugitive, but we did catch a few in the act... These guys, they dared to pull knives on me, tried to kill me!”

“What? Who are they? So brazen? They even dare to kill a cop?”

Jack Foster was shocked and cried out.

“So, are you hurt?”

Everyone at the station knew Edward York could fight. Every time there was a mission, he was always at the front, charging ahead. But that didn’t mean he was made of steel and couldn’t bleed or get hurt.

Especially when knives were involved!

Edward York curled his lips and said nonchalantly, “I’m fine. With these guys? They’re nowhere near good enough to hurt me!”

Seeing that Edward York looked full of energy and didn’t seem injured, Jack Foster finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he wasn’t hurt, that was good.

He was just about to speak when suddenly a voice rang out abruptly.

“Chief FosterChief Foster, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! It’s me, I’m Frederick Turner, I’m Frederick Turner... Do you remember me? I’m one of Henry’s people.”

“Henry Dawson, Henry!”

Chapter 6 Henry’s People (Part 2)

The one shouting, of course, was Franklin.

No one knew how he knew Jack Foster.

But Jack Foster had worked at the grassroots level in the police for years, and someone like Frederick Turner, a notorious criminal, was a regular at the station. So it made sense that he’d know Jack Foster.

But clearly, Jack Foster didn’t have much of an impression of him. It was just the name Henry Dawson that made Instructor Foster slightly startled. In Ping’an City, that was almost everyone’s “knee-jerk reaction.”

Henry Dawson was just too famous.

In the minds of ordinary people, if there was a mafia in Ping’an City, it had to be Henry Dawson.

To many, this man represented organized crime.

However, in Jack Foster’s eyes, Henry Dawson’s identity was far from simple. He had too many auras about him—committee member, association president, honorary chairman, and a whole slew of other titles.

He was a guest of honor at district and city leadership events, and even had a seat at the table with quite a few provincial leaders.

The reason Henry Dawson could be so powerful was simple.

He had money!

A ridiculous amount of money!

These days, what makes the most money?

Mining!

Ping’an City was a hotspot for mine owners.

If you were to rank the mine bosses in Ping’an, like the 108 heroes of Liangshan Marsh, no matter how you ranked them, Henry Dawson would definitely be in the top five, maybe even the top three.

Some even said Henry Dawson was the number one coal boss in Ping’an City!

In short, not only was this man extremely wealthy, but he was also very high-profile, openly proclaiming “Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish.” People who didn’t know the truth might even think he was the real boss of Ping’an City.

For someone like Jack who “knew the inside story,” Henry Dawson was definitely not someone to cross.

But that only applied to Henry Dawson himself, definitely not to Frederick Turner.

If anyone could just claim to be Henry Dawson’s lackey and scare the police station’s instructor, that would be ridiculous. If Jack Foster were that incompetent, he’d never have made it to where he was today.

Never underestimate even the deputy head of a police station—whoever makes it to that position is no simple character.

“Shut up!”

Jack Foster’s face darkened, his eyes swept over fiercely, and he shouted angrily.

“What are you yelling for? This is the police station!”

“I don’t care who you are. If you’ve broken the law, you’d better behave, or you’ll be sorry.”

These words were righteous and forceful. Some of the auxiliary officers couldn’t help but shout “Good!”—it was inspiring. As foot soldiers, they weren’t afraid of hardship or injury, not even sacrifice; what they feared was a cowardly leader.

Think about it: after risking their lives to catch a criminal, if some big shot could just say a word and get them released, wouldn’t that be enough to make you cough up blood in frustration?

Instructor Foster’s words were invigorating.

“Edward York, come here and give me a detailed account of what happened.”

After silencing Frederick Turner with a shout, Jack Foster turned back to Edward York.

Unconsciously, Jack Foster’s expression had become very serious, and the way he addressed Edward York had changed from the familiar “Wu Si” to the full name Edward York.

Edward York even caught a hint of well-hidden nervousness in Instructor Foster’s eyes.

Based on Jack Foster’s experience, this Frederick Turner might not just be bluffing—he could really have some connection to Henry Dawson.

That meant this matter had to be taken seriously—no room for jokes.

According to what Jack Foster knew, just in their Yangguan District sub-bureau, at least two colleagues had suffered serious consequences for offending Henry Dawson. Some even said that the top official in Yangguan District was respectful in front of Henry Dawson.

No one knew if that rumor was true.

But Jack Foster would rather believe it than not.