A hulking, inhumanly burly giant stepped out slowly from behind the door, his black uniform straining as if it would burst from his bulging muscles, his thick arms even larger than my waist... What kind of mutant escaped from a lab is this!?

“Mr. Carter, please enlighten me.”

Locke cupped his fists and saluted me in a deep, rumbling voice, then thunderously took up a fighting stance, a chilling murderous aura rushing straight at me!

...He’s definitely a master. Just this aura alone would be more than enough to overwhelm an average “retired special forces soldier.”

However, dealing with someone like this is actually quite simple...

I took the pistol from my belt and aimed it at Locke’s shiny bald head.

Make one move, and I’ll kill you.

“……”

The expert’s response left everyone present utterly stunned. Grace Bennett’s mouth hung wide open, unable to believe what she was seeing. Cold sweat beaded on Locke’s forehead.

“This is—this is utterly shameless!”

Grace Bennett was trembling with rage, pointing at me and shouting, “Do you have any sense of decency at all? He’s unarmed, and you pull out a gun!?”

“Oh, so you want me to fight him barehanded? You should’ve said so.”

Grace Bennett snapped, “Do I even need to say it!?”

“The biggest difference between humans and apes is our use of tools. If you don’t say anything, how am I supposed to know you want a peerless expert like me to fight barehanded like a caveman?”

“Shut up!”

I shrugged helplessly. “Fine, you’re the employer, so we’ll do it your way...” I turned to Locke, “Hey, baldy, are you ready to die?”

Sweat poured off Locke like rain. After a long pause, he spoke: “I admit defeat.”

Grace Bennett was dumbfounded. “You... you admit defeat!?”

“I’m sorry, miss, but... my legs have already gone weak.” As soon as he finished, Locke’s massive body crashed to the floor, making the whole room tremble.

This bald guy really isn’t bad. After being pierced by my killing intent, he managed to hold out this long before collapsing—already a rare show of willpower. Withstanding a clash of killing intent is almost a fantasy for ordinary people. I’d say Locke has only just begun to grasp the basics, and as for everyone else, they’re even more clueless.

Grace Bennett looked at Locke, then at me, suspicious and uncertain: “You, what kind of trick did you use this time?”

“Trade secret.”

Grace Bennett was about to call for more people, but Locke seemed to come to his senses and quickly stopped her: “Miss, there’s no need to try again. Mr. Carter really is a master.”

Unfortunately, someone who was scared into submission without even fighting doesn’t have much credibility. Grace Bennett gritted her teeth and this time sent two people over.

“Xiao Li, Buck, you two go.”

Then—thud, thud—two muffled crashes. Xiao Li and Buck were even worse than Locke; as soon as my killing intent hit them, they collapsed.

This time, Grace Bennett was truly frightened. At this moment, she was like a native facing a colonizer armed with muskets, completely unable to comprehend what kind of sorcery the other side was using. I had no interest in explaining, so I curled my lip: “Miss Bennett, anything else you’d like to instruct me on?”

Grace Bennett’s face was pale. She snorted, turned, and left.

I called after her, “So, can I start preparing for the demolition of the tennis court and cinema?”

A furious shout came from afar: “In your dreams!”

Chapter 4: Careful Observation Reveals the World Is Always Full of Surprises

The construction company never showed up in the end, which I deeply regret. What’s even more regrettable is that Miss Bennett of the The Bennett Family actually skipped work openly and stayed at home, causing my plan to seize the initiative and act first to fall apart.

It was my phone call that was too intimidating, making Miss Bennett afraid to leave the house, worried that if she turned her back for a moment, her mansion would be reduced to rubble, and she’d really have to live in a shelter.

But there was one benefit to Grace Bennett staying home: I could take the opportunity to observe what these upper-class types do when they’re bored.

The result was a huge disappointment. Miss Bennett of the The Bennett Family actually ran her company remotely from her bedroom via the internet, with none of the petty-bourgeois flair I’d imagined.

When Grace Bennett works seriously, she has a dignified and solemn air that makes it impossible to feel any closeness to her. I call this the “seriousness aura,” also known as the “impotence aura.” Get too close, and your life points will drop by percentage. I’ve always disliked overly serious women, and I didn’t expect Grace Bennett to be one of them.

After that, I took a quick look at the The Bennett Family’s existing security measures. By normal standards, they were already tight—almost excessive. From the outer low walls to the building’s interior, the surveillance network was layered and seamless. Plus, the The Bennett Family employed more than twenty professional bodyguards. Sneaking in unnoticed was nearly impossible.

But if the opponent is Raven, this level of security isn’t enough. If you don’t count my own strength, the Raven team could just send in the “Mountain Giant” to smash through everything, and no one could stop them. The real issue is that the The Bennett Family’s security lacks firepower. Forget about automated turrets or high-voltage traps—they don’t even have tear gas grenades. It’s honestly disappointing.

As an expert, I couldn’t just sit by and watch this ignorance. In the room the The Bennett Family temporarily arranged for me, I connected to the internet and logged into my usual private forum. Sure enough, plenty of arms dealers were online. I contacted one, sent over a shopping list, and he immediately replied with a string of smiley faces in the chat window.