"I understand that I am not your match, not even Chief Justice could stand against you, let alone me. But I must do this. You people from the East have a saying: 'Knowing there are tigers on the mountain, yet still heading for the mountain.' I don't know if I translated that correctly. You also value 'righteousness.' For the sake of this righteousness, even though I know I am not your match, today I must settle things with you!"

John Bennett was shocked: "What did you say? Make yourself clear, what happened to Chief Justice?!"

"You know very well what you've done!"

John Bennett roared, "I don't know! Why? Why did we become enemies overnight, from comrades-in-arms to adversaries, from enforcer to suspect—what has happened to this world, what went wrong, everything has been turned upside down!"

Baker remained unmoved: "Let's go to Chief Justice's underground palace. It's quite suitable down there!"

"I won't go!" John Bennett said stiffly. Baker reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and shouted sternly, "Come with me!" The two struggled together, and with a ripping sound, John Bennett's clothes were torn. Baker grabbed the torn fabric from John Bennett's shoulder, and it turned into a mass of black flames in his hand. John Bennett snorted coldly, "Congratulations, you can now control the Purgatory Black Fire!"

Baker's expression was solemn: "To enforce the law on you, I have executed fourteen criminals in three days!"

John Bennett was shocked: "How could you do that! The surge of energy will overload your body!"

Baker shook his head: "Camilla is already on the verge of collapse, what else can I do? Let this be the last thing I do for Camilla!"

John Bennett suddenly calmed down: "Baker, tell me honestly, what exactly happened to Chief Justice?"

"Spencer Wick is dead. He and his Death Scythe Guard died under Chief Justice's 'Blade Wing Sword Fingers.' What do you think happened to Chief Justice?"

John Bennett took a deep breath, then suddenly said something shocking: "There is a fourth enforcer in this world!"

Baker's eyes narrowed. John Bennett continued, "It's not me, not you! Peter Yates is under my restriction, and he doesn't have that kind of power—there is another carnivore in this world!"

Baker sneered, "Don't you think your defense is too weak?"

"He's right, besides us, there is another carnivore in this world!" Peter Yates slowly walked over.

When the sun had just risen, Lord Patrick returned to his manor. Today he felt something was off, because every time he came back, his loyal old butler Stanley would always be waiting at the door to greet him. Stanley had served him for centuries and was very familiar with his scent. Every time he returned, Stanley could smell him from far away.

"Stanley! Stanley!" Lord Patrick called out loudly twice. Could the old fellow have drunk too much? Stanley did not appear. After a sound of footsteps, Peter Yates strolled out from inside at a leisurely pace. Lord Patrick frowned in displeasure, "Peter Yates, you can move now?"

Peter Yates grinned, "Yes, my lord!"

Patrick frowned and said, "Can't you be a bit more discreet? Look at your clothes—no wonder others oppose you, you look just like a street thug. Where is the elegance and propriety of the blood clan in that?"

Peter Yates looked down at his own brightly colored striped shirt and old, tattered jeans, and chuckled.

Patrick asked him, "Where is Stanley?"

"Stanley?" Peter Yates gave a strange smile, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips. "He tasted pretty good!"

Patrick's face darkened: "Peter Yates, what do you mean by that?"

"You know exactly what I mean—we are both carnivores, how could you not know?"

Standing where he was, Patrick vanished, as if he had never been there at all, and was suddenly standing beside Peter Yates: "What did you say!"

Patrick stared at him with wide, fierce eyes!

A voice sounded behind him: "Take off your veil, Patrick, you no longer follow the rules of seclusion. To keep wearing it is an insult to the Six Precepts!"

Patrick turned around, and John Bennett was standing behind him.

"I have already seen your true face at the gate of the Larson Clan family, my lord!"

Patrick slowly stepped back, then suddenly smiled, and the veil on his face unraveled into threads and slipped down: "You don't understand. Everything I have done is for the entire blood clan. I have a clear conscience!"

"From the founding of Camilla to today, we no longer need it, and must destroy it—all of it. When we needed to hide from the world, I created Camilla, but now, human faith is no longer pure, and the time for us to rule this world has come. Why should we still bind ourselves with rules that are no longer needed? You are all the new generation of the blood clan, your minds are open, you should understand!"

He reached out his hand to Peter Yates: "Peter Yates, you should understand best!"

Peter Yates lowered his head, struggling internally. Lord Patrick's words were tempting, and he was trying hard to decide what he should do.