In recent years, the reputation of The Young Family and Eugene Young himself in Cloud City and even throughout the entire Tiannan Province has even surpassed that of the once-famous Old Tiger Walker.

After all, Old Tiger Walker has been retired for quite a few years now.

And nowadays, it's an era that values economic efficiency—whoever has money is the “boss”!

Ordinary people are much more interested in talking about a businessman's “success” than in gossiping about the rights and wrongs of those in leadership.

But what Henry Jones cares about is not Eugene Young's “reputation,” but his “power”!

Eugene Young truly has power.

Over the years, as he has operated in the provincial capital, he has already built up a massive network of connections. On that network, there are quite a few big shots whose status is no less than Henry Jones's. Among them, a few are even more powerful and influential than Henry Jones.

That’s one thing—Eugene Young walks his own broad road, Henry Jones walks his own narrow bridge, and usually, they don’t have much interaction.

But now, a guy claiming to be Old Tiger Walker's grandson swaggered into his office and reported, face-to-face, the criminal violations of Eugene Young and the The Young Family company. That’s a whole different matter.

He could tell that the young man in front of him was serious—definitely not here to make fun of him.

At first, Henry Jones was indeed a bit surprised by this sudden visit, but he didn’t take it too seriously—just a police academy student, after all. How much trouble could he possibly cause for the deputy chief prosecutor of the provincial procuratorate?

If he knew that, in another timeline, over the next twenty years, the police officer in front of him—respectfully called “Second Brother Walker”—would become such a troublemaker, his attitude would not be so relaxed.

At the Border City Police Department, Second Brother Walker has another, even more explosive nickname—Ernest Walker!

Deputy Chief Prosecutor Jones knew he couldn’t afford to be careless anymore—a huge problem had already landed on his head, and there was no way to dodge it. He immediately sat up straight, his expression turning extremely serious, eyes sharp and fixed on William Walker.

“Comrade William Walker, what is it you wish to report?”

Even the way he addressed William Walker changed in an instant.

From this moment on, in Deputy Chief Prosecutor Jones's eyes, Comrade William Walker was now someone to be taken seriously.

“Everything I want to report is in this file. Please take a look, Chief Prosecutor!”

William Walker stepped forward and handed the file folder he’d brought with him to Henry Jones with both hands.

Little Wade hurried over, trying to take the file before Henry Jones could, but was stopped by a stern look from Henry Jones. Deputy Chief Prosecutor Jones also stood up very seriously and took the file from William Walker with both hands.

It was heavy—clearly, there was a lot of material collected.

“Comrade William Walker, please have a seat!”

“Thank you, Chief Prosecutor!”

William Walker sat down across from Henry Jones, sitting up straight, doing his best to suppress his naturally mocking smile.

Right in front of William Walker, Henry Jones opened the file and took out the report materials inside...

Chapter 9 Fury

“Outrageous!”

“Absolutely disgraceful!”

“He’s completely out of line...”

The usually peaceful and quiet Villa No. 7 in South Lake No. 1 Compound suddenly echoed with the piercing roar of Julia Walker.

As the youngest daughter of Howard Walker, Julia Walker has always had her own room in Villa No. 7. Especially after her divorce, she would often come back to stay with her parents for a night or two, so her presence in the villa was much stronger than that of her other brothers and sisters.

Especially the old lady, who doted on this youngest daughter.

Usually, Julia Walker carried herself with dignity and rarely “acted out” in Villa No. 7.

After all, the neighbors here were all big shots in Tiannan Province—one had to maintain decorum.

But this time, Julia Walker was truly furious.

“Crash—”

A crisp shattering sound.

Julia Walker, unable to contain her anger, smashed her teacup to pieces.

“Second Brother spoils him too much! That little brat, how dare he mess around like this... It’s all that country woman’s fault, spoiling the child until he’s completely out of control, with no sense of rules at all...”

Julia Walker paced back and forth in the villa’s living room, her ample chest heaving rapidly, her once-pretty face now twisted with rage, as if a crude cartoon mask had been slapped over it.

“Dad, aren’t you going to say something?”

“This can’t just be let go—you have to do something... No, I’m calling Charles Walker right now, telling him to come to Cloud City immediately and discipline his son properly... He’s nothing but a troublemaker!”

As she spoke, Julia Walker picked up her phone and started dialing.

In 1996, cell phones were still rare worldwide—a Siemens phone cost over ten thousand yuan, and as a laid-off worker, Charles Walker certainly couldn’t afford such a luxury.

Julia Walker was calling directly to Charles Walker's workplace, but no one answered.

This made Julia Walker even angrier—her whole face turned purple with rage.

And just at that moment, William Walker's grinning face poked in from the villa’s front door.

“Auntie, why are you looking for my dad?”

His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he had no idea what was going on.

“William Walker!”

Julia Walker glared at him, letting out a thunderous roar that made everyone’s ears ring.

The old man glanced at him, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

From the moment Julia Walker started her outburst, the old man hadn’t said a word, just sat there steadily, occasionally taking a sip of tea.

“Hello!”

“Hello, my foot!”