“Fuck your mother.” Edward King was furious and reached out to grab the young man’s neck. But the young man reacted quickly and moved nimbly, leaping sideways more than a meter away like a civet cat, dodging Edward King’s big hand.

Edward King wanted to keep grabbing at the young man, but the burly men brought by Michael Bolton had already surged forward, surrounding him.

Seeing the fierce, murderous men around him glaring angrily, Edward King felt a chill run down his spine, a wave of dread shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He involuntarily kept retreating, the ferocity on his face vanishing without a trace, replaced by panic and confusion. He looked at Michael Bolton, waving his hands and saying, “Brother Michael, Brother Michael, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please… please forgive me this time…”

Before he could finish, Michael Bolton cheerfully parted his men and walked up to him, smiling as he patted his shoulder and said, “Edward King, what are you afraid of? I’m not blaming you. In fact, I should thank you.”

“Huh?” Edward King was dumbfounded, staring at Michael Bolton in astonishment.

Michael Bolton said happily, “It’s just a woman, nothing serious. I’ve long been fed up with her and wanted to dump her, just never found the right opportunity. This time, thanks to you, I finally got my chance.”

“Brother Michael, Brother Michael, it’s a misunderstanding. I really didn’t know she was your woman, I really didn’t know…”

“Shh! Don’t be afraid, I told you I don’t blame you.” Michael Bolton first raised his index finger, then gently patted Edward King’s shoulder and said, “Not only do I not blame you, I even plan to let you two be together. How about that? Brother Michael is being generous, right?”

“Brother Michael.” Edward King couldn’t stand anymore and fell to his knees with a thud, slapping his own face with a crying voice, “Brother Michael, please forgive me this time.”

“What? You and my wife were just fooling around, not serious?” In an instant, Michael Bolton’s expression turned cold, his small eyes shooting out two vicious, poisonous glares.

Edward King was so scared he nearly pissed himself, waving his hands frantically and shrieking, “It’s real, it’s real…”

“That’s more like it.” Michael Bolton smiled again, patting Edward King’s cheek and saying, “Letting you two be together, I’ve done all I can.”

After speaking, he took two steps back, looked up and took a deep breath, wiped the corners of his eyes twice, and without warning, shouted, “Shanpao, do it.”

At his shout, a burly man nodded to his companions, and immediately, two men darted up to Edward King. One of them swung his fist and punched Edward King hard in the stomach.

Edward King grunted, his body curling up as he fell to the ground. The two men grabbed his head and feet, lifted him horizontally, and strode toward the edge of the rooftop.

Realizing what was about to happen, Edward King struggled desperately, twisting his body and shouting toward Michael Bolton, “Brother Michael, didn’t you say you’d forgive me…”

“I said I’d let you two be together. Now, I’ll send you to reunite with that bitch! Re-unite. Un-der-ground.” The last few words, Michael Bolton squeezed out through gritted teeth, the fat on his face twitching.

“You… you killed her?”

“You’re luckier than that bitch. She was chopped to pieces. At worst, you’ll be smashed to bits, but at least your body will stay whole.”

“Help! Somebody help…”

“Stop yelling. The little brothers you brought will never come up to save you.”

“Ah…”

Hearing this, Edward King’s snot and tears flowed together as he howled, but his cries couldn’t stop the men’s steps.

The two burly men carried Edward King to the edge of the rooftop and slammed him onto the parapet with a bang. Michael Bolton, cigarette dangling from his mouth, walked over and looked at Edward King, who was drenched in cold sweat, his face covered in tears and snot. With a half-smile, Michael Bolton slowly took the cigarette from his mouth, blew off the ash, and without warning, stabbed the burning end into Edward King’s eye, snarling, “You fucked my wife, made me a cuckold—letting you die from a fall is too easy for you.”

“Ah…” Edward King let out an inhuman scream, pounding the ground in agony.

“Fuck you.” Michael Bolton suddenly raised his leg and kicked hard, landing squarely on Edward King’s ribs. At that moment, Edward King was already at the edge of the rooftop, and with the force of Michael Bolton’s kick, his body flew sideways out.

“Ah…” His dying scream echoed outside the stairwell, growing fainter and fainter, until with a dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground, everything fell silent.

Michael Bolton leaned out over the edge of the rooftop, craning his neck to look down. He saw Edward King’s body lying below, already mangled, with bright red blood slowly spreading out.

Ptooey! He spat angrily, gritting his teeth as he said, “Too easy for you.”

This was Michael Bolton, a crime boss even tougher, more ruthless, and more powerful than Edward King.

After watching for a while, he finally pulled his head back, turned around, and looked at the young man not far away. The corners of his mouth curled up, the ferocity on his face vanished, and he grinned, saying, “Little brother, are you satisfied?”

This handsome young man was none other than James Carter.