Charles Foster anxiously said from the side, "But we can't just stand by and watch them leave, can we?" He wasn't a member of the Wendong Society and technically had no right to speak, but because of his close relationship with William Carter, even if others were a bit displeased, they couldn't say much. Besides, his words made sense. If they just let the Menghu Gang escape like this, it would be unbearable.

William Carter looked up and laughed heartily, saying, "Why can't we let them go? I think even if the Menghu Gang wants to leave, they won't get far—they won't make it out of Australia. Even if we want to make a move, we can't do it in Darwin; we can wait for an opportunity on the road, and if not, it's not too late to act when they reach another city. In short, we need to leave a good impression on the local officials and residents. Darwin is too important to us; we can't afford any slip-ups."

Henry Bennett nodded thoughtfully after hearing this and asked, "Brother Dong, so what should we do now?"

William Carter said, "We can scare them, speed up their departure, but absolutely must not start a violent conflict."

Henry Bennett nodded and said, "Brother Dong, I understand." Henry Bennett was clever, meticulous, and quick-witted, immediately grasping William Carter's meaning. In the Wendong Society, he was a rare all-rounder, skilled in both civil and martial matters, and absolutely loyal to William Carter. Otherwise, how could William Carter entrust him with the sharpest 'blade' of the Wendong Society?!

The Menghu Gang's influence in Darwin wasn't great, and their focus wasn't here. On the other hand, after William Carter bought Jile Island, he often appeared in Darwin, which drew the Menghu Gang's attention. They sent over a dozen of their elite members to secretly monitor the Wendong Society's activities. Later, the Menghu Gang learned that the remnants of the Soul Group were planning to assassinate William Carter, so they took the initiative to contact them and provided them with a speedboat. But after the more than fifty members of the Soul Group went to raid Jile Island, it was as if they vanished into thin air—not a single one returned. The Menghu Gang members weren't fools; they immediately realized the assassination attempt had failed, and most likely, all had died at William Carter's hands. Moreover, it was very possible that William Carter had also learned about the Menghu Gang's secret support.

The Menghu Gang members started to get restless. They knew all too well what kind of person William Carter was and were certain he would seek revenge.

Sure enough, on the third day after the Soul Group's assassination attempt, William Carter flew from Jile Island to Darwin, making the Menghu Gang even more convinced their suspicions were correct. They had only a little over thirty people in Darwin; if William Carter attacked, they wouldn't be able to resist at all. The Menghu Gang originally wanted to wait until they had sold off all their assets before leaving, but now they no longer had the patience—especially after unfamiliar Asian faces started appearing frequently in their bars.

Under Henry Bennett's arrangements, members of the Wendong Society often showed up at the Menghu Gang's bars, swaggering in each time, extremely ostentatious, and occasionally, intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the weapons they carried.

At the bar entrance, Henry Bennett had stationed heavy security, making the previously quiet bar suddenly lively. Although business was booming, the Menghu Gang members couldn't be happy about it; instead, they grew more and more anxious and fearful.

Even the local residents sensed something was off, and government officials picked up on the tension. The police chief had even sought out William Carter more than once.

The police chief knew William Carter's background very well, so he wasn't polite to him at all. In fact, deep down, he looked down on people like William Carter. To put it nicely, he came to Australia to seek development; to put it bluntly, he was here to seek refuge, unable to survive in his own country, fleeing to Australia, and using dirty money to buy a small island and live a life of luxury.

The chief was a middle-aged man nearing fifty, with graying, sparse hair and a pair of blue eyes that gleamed cunningly. He was tall and burly, weighing at least two hundred pounds, with a slight hunchback. Standing there, he looked like a bear that had gained sentience.

In the reception room, William Carter received the chief. The chief wasn't familiar with him and had only met him once before, at a private party hosted by a high-ranking official.

He sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, and looked amusedly at the chief in his crisp suit, all the while not ignoring the anger radiating from him.

As he sized up the chief, the chief was also sizing him up. In the eyes of Westerners, all Easterners looked pretty much the same. William Carter was young, just over twenty, with delicate features and fair skin. To the chief, he looked more like a woman. But this man with a feminine appearance had a very arrogant attitude. Upon seeing the chief, he neither greeted him nor made any move to stand up from the sofa. Hmph! The chief snorted inwardly, his massive frame moving like a small mountain as he walked up to William Carter, lowered his eyes to stare into his, and said coldly, "William Carter, I have a word of advice for you: this is Australia, not China! [English]"

A young man behind William Carter translated the chief's words into Chinese for him. In fact, his English was no worse than the translator's, but he simply didn't want to speak it.

He smiled and said, "No matter where in the world it is, to me, it's all the same."