“Where’s the murderer?” Jason Carter’s gaze turned cold, but within that coldness was a hint of self-blame. If he had stopped Blackie a bit earlier, maybe... things wouldn’t have ended up like this.

“We haven’t found out yet.” Emily Brooks glanced at Jason Carter and sighed as she spoke.

A few hours later, at the police station, a police officer holding the autopsy report said to Jason Carter and Emily Brooks, “The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. One of them is someone you know—Michael Bolton. However, he was involved with criminal organizations, so we can’t hand over the body to you for now.”

“He’s already dead, so why are you still keeping the body?” Jason Carter frowned and asked upon hearing the officer’s words.

“This is related to the case and is confidential. I can’t disclose it to you.” The officer replied sternly.

“You...” Jason Carter’s expression turned angry, and he wanted to say more, but Emily Brooks stopped him, pulling him aside and saying, “Let’s not worry about this for now. You probably know better than I do what Blackie was up to. Now that something’s happened to Blackie, we absolutely can’t let anything happen to his mother.”

As Emily Brooks finished speaking, Jason Carter’s pupils trembled. He hurriedly ran out of the police station, with Emily Brooks following close behind. The two of them rushed to Blackie’s house together.

When they arrived at Blackie’s house, Jason Carter finally breathed a sigh of relief. Blackie’s mother was fine, though she still didn’t know what had happened to Blackie.

“Xinyi, I have a favor to ask. Please don’t tell Auntie about Blackie. Here’s eight million yuan—give it to her tactfully, and then move her to the countryside. With your The Brooks Family’s resources, that shouldn’t be difficult, right?” Jason Carter took out two bank cards and handed them to Emily Brooks.

“Where did you get so much money?” Emily Brooks didn’t take them, looking at Jason Carter in surprise.

“This is Blackie’s money. Clearly... he had already guessed what would happen to him.” Jason Carter glanced at the bank cards with guilt.

“You knew what he was doing all along?” Emily Brooks looked at Jason Carter and asked. Jason Carter nodded silently.

“If you knew what he was doing, why didn’t you stop him? Wasn’t he your friend? Jason Carter, where have you been these past two years? Why have you changed so much? The old you would never have just stood by and done nothing for a friend!” Emily Brooks stared at Jason Carter and questioned him.

“I have my reasons. In any case... I won’t let Blackie die in vain!” Jason Carter placed the bank cards in Emily Brooks’s hand and walked toward the jeep.

“Where are you going?” Emily Brooks shouted at Jason Carter’s back.

“To let Blackie rest in peace, and to make those people... pay the price they deserve!” Jason Carter narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

“Are you crazy? Jason Carter, come back here!” Emily Brooks tried to stop Jason Carter, but by then he had already started the car and left.

Jason Carter left, but he didn’t notice a familiar figure in the corner of the wall. That figure was none other than Blackie, who was supposed to be dead. At this moment, he looked at Jason Carter’s jeep and muttered to himself, “Sorry, Chenzi. I have my reasons for doing this. I’ll be leaving S City for now, but we’ll meet again.”

Although Blackie wasn’t a big shot in S City, he had a wide network of contacts. He had bribed a few people in the forensics department and the police station. That’s why the police wouldn’t let Jason Carter see the body, and why the forensic report said the body was Blackie’s.

……

In an abandoned factory somewhere in S City.

“Brother Feilong, that jeep’s license plate is fake!” A man in black said to the bald man. Jason Carter would never make such a rookie mistake—his license plate was fake.

“Damn it! How’s the task Chris Foster assigned going? Have Michael Bolton and his people been dealt with?” the bald man asked.

“They’ve been taken care of—dumped in the river. The police found them today,” another man in black replied.

“Good. Tell the brothers involved in this to lay low out of town for a while. We need to hide too, or else if the The Clark Family gets angry... we can’t handle that!” the bald man said with a frown.

……

In a villa in S City.

“They actually dared to target my daughter? They must have a death wish! S City? The only one who holds a grudge against me should be that Drake!” A middle-aged man in his forties said coldly.

“Boss, about the hitman the young lady mentioned...” a young man in a white suit began.

“A hitman? If he’s really a hitman, that’s one thing. But if this is premeditated, and he’s trying to use my family to carry out his plan, I’ll make sure he dies a miserable death!” the middle-aged man snorted coldly.

“Do you need me to take care of that Drake?” the young man in the suit asked.

“No, bring him here to me. I want him to know—and I want everyone in the underworld to know—what happens to those who dare to target my family!” the middle-aged man said with a chilling glare, gritting his teeth.

“Understood. Leave it to me.” The young man in the suit nodded.

Chapter 11: Becoming a Killer

S City, in the The Brooks Family villa.

“Dad, can you use your connections to find out who killed Blackie?” Emily Brooks pleaded with William Brooks.

“Why do you want to look into this?” William Brooks asked with a frown.

“I... I’m afraid Jason Carter will do something reckless. I want to stop him before he does.” Emily Brooks lowered her head and spoke softly.