Even though he later became very familiar with Uncle, he still knew nothing about Uncle's identity—he didn’t know his name, didn’t know what he did, didn’t know if he had a family, and knew even less about where he lived. Moreover, he had never seen Uncle with any relatives or friends, nor had he ever heard him mention any. He was always a solitary figure.

James Carter often wondered why Uncle was so mysterious, to the point that he wouldn’t even reveal his own name. He might very well be a fugitive on the run. At first, this thought made him feel afraid, but he soon let it go.

Even if Uncle was a wanted criminal, so what? Not only had he never harmed him, but he had also taught him many lessons and much knowledge. Even if he was a truly wicked person, to him, Uncle was a good man, and that alone was enough.

James Carter truly regarded Uncle as a teacher and followed his words to the letter. When Uncle told James Carter to run to and from school, he really did so.

His home was not close to the school, and running such a long distance in one go was difficult for James Carter at first. Every time he arrived at school, he looked as if he’d been caught in the rain, drenched in sweat from head to toe.

It wasn’t until more than a month later that his body gradually began to adapt.

After persisting for another three months, running to and from school became routine for him. Although he still looked thin, in reality, the fat on his body was gradually turning into muscle, and he was much stronger than before.

During the following half year, James Carter no longer had any thoughts of seeking revenge on Edward King. He remembered every word Uncle had said to him—he needed to be patient and wait for an opportunity, a chance he could be absolutely sure of. In Uncle’s words, people like Edward King would inevitably cause trouble sooner or later, and the opportunity to deal with him wouldn’t take long to arrive.

During this half year, something else happened.

It was the second week after Samuel’s funeral. When James Carter was leaving school, someone approached him and handed him a USB drive, telling him to watch the video on it when he got home, and then left without saying anything more.

When James Carter got home, he watched the video stored on the USB drive on his computer. After watching it, he was shocked. The video seemed to have been secretly recorded with a DV camera, and it clearly captured the scene of Samuel being attacked.

Edward King and his gang were beating and kicking Samuel on the rooftop terrace. Samuel was already lying on the ground, unable to move, but Edward King still dragged him to the edge of the terrace and forcefully pushed him off.

This video should be enough to convict Edward King. In the past, James Carter would have handed it over to the police without a second thought, letting them punish Edward King. But now, he didn’t do that—or rather, he had lost faith in the police.

When Samuel was killed, Little Jane was there as a key eyewitness, yet the police didn’t arrest Edward King and even let him get away. Would this video really be enough to bring Edward King to justice?

James Carter wasn’t confident. He even suspected that if he handed the video to the police, it might be “lost” or “damaged.” Besides, since the video was secretly recorded, it might be considered illegal and not admissible as evidence in court.

Considering all this, James Carter didn’t give the video to the police but kept it for himself. He believed that as long as he had this video, it would be useful in the future.

At the same time, he was very curious about who the person who gave him the USB drive was, and what their motive was. Why didn’t they give it to the police, but to him? There were too many questions he couldn’t figure out.

Half a year later. Under Uncle’s guidance, James Carter was no longer just running to and from school—he was running with weights. At first, he wore five-pound lead weights on his wrists and ankles. After another half year, the weights had increased to ten kilograms, making it a true weighted run.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, James Carter had moved up from the first year to the second year of high school. In the second year, everything was focused on preparing for the college entrance exam, and his studies became more demanding. However, James Carter never changed his habit of running to and from school with weights.

As always, he regularly met with Uncle at his brother’s bar. In fact, throughout all this time, the two of them had always met at the Longhu Bar, a habit that never changed—until one day in the second semester of his second year, when he suddenly received a text from Uncle, asking to meet at the underground parking lot of New Century.

James Carter was very surprised—this was the first time Uncle had ever taken the initiative to ask him out, and it was outside of the Longhu Bar.

After school, James Carter arrived at the underground parking lot of the New Century Mall at the agreed time.

The underground parking lot was very spacious, and since it wasn’t a holiday, it was quiet and a bit empty.

He walked through the parking lot, looking around for Uncle. At that moment, the headlights of a Mercedes sedan ahead flashed a few times.

James Carter quickly walked over and looked through the car window—it was indeed Uncle sitting inside.

He opened the car door, got in, and said with a smile, “Uncle, you’ve changed cars again.”