Back when Julia Walker was being questioned about the situation, Eugene Young didn’t pay any attention to this detail at all.

For someone as important as a “big shot” who never goes out without at least two bodyguards, what did it matter if the other party was a police academy student? Eugene Young had never imagined he would suddenly be faced with such a blatant personal threat.

However, Eugene Young quickly snapped out of his panic, took another step forward, stood his ground, and stared hard at William Walker.

“So, Young Master Walker, are you thinking of beating me up?”

He even managed to instantly regain his cold tone, as if deliberately trying to provoke William Walker.

William Walker just laughed, walking step by step up to Eugene Young, stopping only when the two were practically nose to nose, eye to eye.

Eugene Young’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he swallowed repeatedly, but he stood his ground without retreating, eyes wide open.

“President Young, do you really want me to beat you up?”

“So you can catch me out and have your powerful friends speak up for you?”

Eugene Young’s Adam’s apple moved again, and after a moment he squeezed out, “Do you dare?”

His voice was hoarse—even Eugene Young himself could tell something was off.

“Why don’t you try touching me and see what happens?”

The second sentence came out much more smoothly, with a clear note of provocation.

“Heh, President Young, with that little bit of brainpower, you’re trying to play mind games with me? At your age, aren’t you embarrassed?”

William Walker laughed so hard his eyes narrowed into slits.

Eugene Young almost coughed up blood in anger.

“I can tell you responsibly, there are some big trends you just don’t understand. Right now it looks like you have a lot of friends, but when it really matters, no one will stand up for you. Every friend you have now will be the one pushing you to your doom when the time comes.”

“If you don’t believe me, let’s just wait and see!”

“Oh, and I’m not not hitting you because I’m scared. It’s because I’m a cop. If you don’t make the first move, and I hit you, it’s not self-defense. You have to follow the law, you know?”

William Walker grinned, raised his hand, and patted Eugene Young’s slightly chubby cheek, making a loud slapping sound.

He said he wasn’t going to hit him, but that sound was loud enough.

Eugene Young’s fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he kept telling himself: Calm down! Calm down! This kid is trying to provoke me into making the first move…

He knew all about self-defense—if he dared to make the first move, he’d be caught out immediately, just like he wanted to catch William Walker out!

Don’t fall for it!

“President Young, I didn’t expect you to be such a turtle, you really can hold back!”

“Fine, you win!”

“Let’s leave it at that for today.”

“Goodbye, then…”

William Walker waved his hand a little disappointedly and turned to leave.

Watching the kid’s rather thin back, Eugene Young couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.

A wise man knows when to retreat…

Just then, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and a big foot came flying at him. Eugene Young felt a heart-wrenching pain in his lower abdomen, his whole body lifted off the ground, flew out, and crashed heavily into the Mercedes, making a thunderous noise.

“Damn, almost forgot—no one’s watching if I beat you up here…”

William Walker slowly retracted his raised right leg, flicked his pants, and muttered to himself.

Of course, the bodyguard in black saw everything, but due to conflicting interests, his testimony would hardly be admissible.

Chapter 8 Report

This day was supposed to be an ordinary one for Henry Jones, the deputy chief prosecutor of the Tiannan Procuratorate. He left home on time, arrived at the office on time, handled a few urgent matters, then picked up his teacup and the newspaper.

Keeping up with the day’s Party newspaper was a good habit Deputy Chief Prosecutor Jones had maintained for years.

Secretary Little Wade knew about Prosecutor Jones’s habit and always prepared the day’s Party newspaper and the previous night’s “Yundu Evening News,” neatly placing them on the coffee table in the reception area, waiting for Deputy Chief Prosecutor Jones to read.

This peaceful day was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

“Chief Prosecutor, there’s a student from the police academy who wants to see you…”

Little Wade slipped in quietly, walked up to Henry Jones, and reported in a low voice.

Henry Jones looked up, a bit surprised, and glanced at Little Wade, waiting for further explanation.

There really wasn’t any connection between a police academy student and a provincial deputy chief prosecutor like him. He believed that for Little Wade to interrupt him while reading the paper, there must be a very good reason.

Little Wade was a very competent secretary, well aware of how to handle things appropriately.

Sure enough, Little Wade continued, “The kid’s name is William Walker, and according to him, he’s the grandson of Howard Walker—Secretary Walker…”

Henry Jones’s thick eyebrows shot up.

The name Howard Walker was so common it was almost rustic; in the countryside, there were plenty of people called Howard Walker, but for Little Wade to mention it so seriously, there could only be one.

Old Tiger Walker!

Once the top figure in Tiannan’s political and legal circles.

But he didn’t have much to do with Henry Jones.

Henry Jones was a cadre parachuted in from a higher-level procuratorate. When Old Tiger Walker was in office, Henry Jones hadn’t yet come to work in Tiannan Province, so they hadn’t had much interaction.

Still, Henry Jones had a certain admiration for the legendary Old Tiger Walker.

But he had no idea why his grandson would suddenly come to visit him.

“Have you verified his identity?”

Henry Jones asked.

He was a man known for his rigorous work style.