“Clap, clap…” Between Ethan Brooks and William Thompson’s group, the door of a business van was pulled open. A man in his early thirties stepped out, clapping his hands, flanked by two elderly men: “Young Thompson, how impressive you are! But I’m afraid today you’ll have to come with me.”

William Thompson turned around and glanced at the newcomer with disdain: “Just you?”

“Hah… Young Thompson really lives up to his name, so impressive! But unfortunately, I, Charles Wright, also have my own principles. Since I’ve taken someone’s money, I have to do the job. Today, whether you want to or not, you’re coming with me.” Charles Wright—William Thompson had heard of him before. He wasn’t a local, just someone who often came by to take on jobs. Since he had no roots here, he’d do anything for money.

“Hmph!” William Thompson snorted coldly and said icily, “You think a few losers like you can invite me? Go back and tell Robert Scott, as soon as the three days are up, I’ll immediately proceed with a forced acquisition.”

With that, he turned and walked toward his own car. Although Ethan Brooks was behind, he still saw Charles Wright clench his fists, his shoulders trembling—there was no need to guess that his face was twisted with anger.

“Please get in the car, Young Thompson!” Charles Wright shouted, and the two elderly men beside him leapt forward like eagles swooping on prey.

You can tell a master by a single move—these two elders struck ruthlessly, their force so sharp it felt like being cut by knives from a distance. William Thompson moved in a flash, leaping into the air, his feet blocking all their attacks.

“Bang, bang, bang… boom…” The collision of their energies sent pebbles and debris flying, shattering many car windows nearby and even leaving a mark on the side of a car.

“Ah…” Andrew Carter and Old Carter had never seen anything like this. If what happened earlier was just a fight, this had already gone far beyond his understanding.

Trembling, he pulled out his phone: “Hello… 110? There’s someone here…”

“Courting death…” Already annoyed at being looked down on, Charles Wright heard Andrew Carter calling the police and kicked a nearby concrete pillar, shaking two tiles loose. With a wave of his hand, the two tiles flew over with a gust of wind.

“Old Carter, watch out…” William Thompson, alert to everything around him, noticed the change immediately. But by now, it was too late for him to intercept. These two elders were, like him, peak postnatal masters, with deep skills.

Of course, if it were a one-on-one fight, William Thompson was confident he could defeat them within twenty moves. Even among peak postnatal experts, there were differences—especially with his family’s martial arts, which gave him an edge.

William Thompson was truly enraged now. Although he always acted in his own name, he was still a member of the Kong family. Daring to pull this on him, and even targeting a defenseless old man right in front of him—his killing intent surged.

Charles Wright’s two tiles shot straight for Old Carter’s chest and throat—clearly meant to kill. In Charles Wright’s eyes, it was just an old man and a country bumpkin; killing them was just venting his anger. Damn it, acting tough with me? Once I catch him, he’ll suffer. After I’m done, I’ll take the money and leave—no matter how powerful the Kong family is, what can they do to me?

“Bang… bang…” Old Carter only saw a blur before his eyes—Ethan Brooks was already standing in front of him, catching and crushing the two flying tiles as if grabbing tofu.

Chapter 10: Ruthless Moves

Ethan Brooks was very displeased at this moment. Although Old Carter wasn’t hurt, Charles Wright’s actions were already shameless. Most importantly, his shameless target was someone he was supposed to protect. His uncle had asked him to escort Old Carter home, and during this process, Ethan Brooks would not allow Old Carter to be harmed in the slightest.

“Oh…” Charles Wright was also surprised. He hadn’t expected this seemingly simple country boy to have such skills.

“Interesting…” Charles Wright found a punching bag and sneered wickedly, “Didn’t expect you, a country bumpkin, to have some tricks. You old bastard, trying to get yourself killed, and you, little hick, think you can act tough just because you know a few moves? I’ll make sure you don’t even know how you died. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll send you both on your way.”

At this point, Andrew Carter had already given the address. Given the location, the police would definitely arrive within ten minutes. Seeing that Andrew Carter had successfully called the police, Charles Wright cursed, clenched his fists, and began to approach Ethan Brooks and the others step by step.

“Charles Wright, you’re looking for death…” William Thompson, fighting two at once, not only wasn’t at a disadvantage, but now, fueled by anger, was attacking so fiercely that the two peak postnatal elders could only defend.

“Hmph!” Charles Wright snorted coldly. Although he kept reassuring himself, he still felt wary of William Thompson. After all, William Thompson’s skills were well known—he was a tough opponent. As for the other two, one was a reckless country bumpkin, the other an old man—crushing them would be as easy as squashing ants.