However, even though Franklin Grant had no regard for the law, when it came to silencing someone, he didn’t dare do it in front of everyone. Instead, he picked a secluded corner.

Now, with so many people watching, Jack Linton didn’t believe Franklin Grant would dare make a move.

Sure enough, David Carter blocked the way, but was knocked down by one of Franklin Grant’s underlings and pinned to the ground for a beating.

The diners in the restaurant all put down their chopsticks, pointing and whispering about the scene, while the restaurant owner went straight to call the police.

Franklin Grant was furious and told the onlookers to mind their own business. He grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it twice over Old Walker’s head.

Old Walker’s face was covered in blood; he fell silent and motionless—not dead, but seriously injured.

After dealing with Old Walker, Franklin Grant knew he couldn’t do anything else tonight. In his anger, he vented his rage on David Carter, gave his underlings a look, and then left first.

The three remaining underlings understood immediately: the boss wanted to teach David Carter a lesson—at the very least, break one of his legs.

So, after Franklin Grant left, one of the underlings started punching and kicking David Carter, while another picked up a folding stool.

Watching the show, Jack Linton couldn’t sit still any longer. If David Carter took a beating to save Old Walker’s life, that was acceptable, but if he lost half his life…

Not to mention, as David Carter’s only relative, he’d be stuck taking care of him.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Jack Linton thought to himself that things were moving too slowly. He casually picked up a beer bottle and, without hiding his intentions, walked up behind one of the underlings…

Bang!

Glass shards flew everywhere. The underling who got hit with the bottle was stunned at first, then felt the pain, dropped the folding stool, and turned to glare angrily at Jack Linton.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around—before he could even see what Jack Linton looked like—he took a kick to the chest.

Jack Linton knocked down the underling in front of him, picked up the folding stool from the floor, and started swinging it wildly with both hands.

His skill with the folding stool was so impressive that not only did the onlooking diners start whispering, but even the two remaining underlings were left dumbfounded.

When they snapped out of it, they realized it was their own people getting beaten. One of them saw that Jack Linton had his back turned, thought this was his chance, grabbed a beer bottle, and smashed it down hard.

Bang!

Glass and beer splattered everywhere, but unlike before, Jack Linton didn’t scream in pain. He turned around as if nothing had happened, his cold gaze sweeping over the two underlings.

Beer trickled down his cheek. He wiped it away and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Who was it?”

Chapter 4: The Talent Scout Gets Kicked by the Thoroughbred

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense. The two underlings felt the pressure bearing down on them. The one holding half a beer bottle quickly shoved the “hot potato” into his companion’s hand and took three steps back, indicating he was just passing by.

At that moment, police sirens blared outside the restaurant. The two underlings felt as if they’d been granted amnesty—if the police were here, they’d be fine.

Wait, no—the police were here, so they’d better run.

Frightened out of their wits, the two of them turned and ran toward the kitchen. The one playing dead on the floor also scrambled up, clutching his head, and dashed away in a flash.

“Huh, how come they arrived so quickly today? That’s not normal…”

David Carter grimaced as he stood up, quickly walked over to Old Walker, and, after confirming he was still breathing, finally relaxed.

…

Police station.

Jack Linton and David Carter sat in an office—one with an ice pack, the other watching him with the ice pack.

At that moment, a slightly overweight police officer walked in. Judging by his epaulets—a crown and two stars—he was a Chief Superintendent.

By the way, it was he who arranged for Steven Clark to go undercover at Edinburgh Secondary School, and he was also the owner of the lost police gun.

“Sir Howard, long time no see! You’re still as energetic and imposing as ever!”

As soon as he saw the man, David Carter immediately put down the ice pack, nodding and bowing with flattery.

“David Carter, did someone hit you so hard you lost your mind? Why are you still acting in front of me?”

“Uh…”

David Carter blinked, glanced at Jack Linton, then at his boss, looking quite conflicted for a moment.

“Uncle David, you can stop acting. I knew you were undercover a month ago.” Jack Linton kindly spoke up, helping David Carter out of the awkward situation.

“What, you knew a month ago?”

David Carter was dumbfounded. His acting was so good—there was no way he could have been exposed.

“Yeah, even though you tried hard to hide it, there were too many flaws. And…”

Jack Linton said helplessly, “You were too careless. There’s a cookie tin in your bedroom wardrobe with your service pistol and…”

“That’s enough, that’s enough, you don’t need to say any more.”

David Carter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Seeing his boss Sir Howard looking at him with disdain, he gave an embarrassed smile and changed the subject: “Boss, how’s the situation? Is Old Walker okay?”

“He’s alive, but the doctor said he had a cerebral hemorrhage and was brought in too late. He’s currently in a decorticate state.”

“What does that mean?”

“Vegetative state.”

“No way!?”

David Carter was stunned. Just a few hits with a beer bottle and he ended up in a vegetative state? That was just too unlucky.

“Idiot, making him a vegetable was my order.”

Sir Howard glared at David Carter in annoyance and sat down at his desk. “He was at risk of being exposed, so we can’t use that lead anymore. Arranging for him to become a vegetable is partly to protect him, and partly to reassure the other side, so the operation doesn’t fall through.”