James hung up the phone and took a taxi to Yosef's house. It was already afternoon. Yosef feared James's revenge, so he'd asked his son, Charlie Zaborowski, to gather friends. He intended to have James beaten severely if he dared to appear.

"Come, my friends. Have a drink!" Yosef's son, Charlie, greeted his strong, muscular friends. They drank beer and ate barbecued meat.

A man in his twenties, wearing a black singlet, confidently declared, "Don't worry, Charlie. I'll break that live-in son-in-law James's legs if he walks through the door."

"I'm reassured Nick's here," Charlie said. "I promise you thirty thousand dollars after you teach that brat a lesson. Not a penny less; then you can go have drinks with your friends." Relieved, Charlie smiled.

"Here comes the beer!" Yosef entered with another carton.

Knock, knock, knock!

Silence fell over the noisy living room as all eyes turned to the door.

"I'll go see," Charlie said, rising.

He opened the door to find a man standing outside. Seeing James, he laughed, "Haha! James, you really came! I've been waiting for you."

"Oh?" James glanced at the twenty-five- or twenty-six-year-old Charlie, dressed in a singlet with a blue dragon tattooed on his body. "You were waiting for me?"

"Come here, my friends…" Charlie called to his companions.

They grabbed iron pipes and rushed out. Seven or eight armed men stood mockingly before James.

Yosef approached, his face darkening at James's sight. He sneered, "James, you didn't expect me to be waiting, did you? I specifically called friends to be here. This is Nick, from the underworld."

"So you were prepared," James replied with a slight smile.

His fearlessness angered Charlie. James didn't beg for mercy.

"Attack him, Nick!" Charlie ordered.

But James moved instantly, kicking Charlie in the chest. Charlie flew backward, crashing into his friends. James charged, and a chorus of groans filled the house. Charlie and his friends lay beaten. James sat on the sofa, legs crossed, a cigarette in his hand. Yosef, pale-faced, couldn't bear James's aura and fell to the ground. He burst into tears, begging, "James, I was forced by Howard! He threatened a lawsuit and jail. Please forgive me!"

"Jail? You're afraid of Howard but not me?" James asked, smiling.

Yosef stammered, unable to answer. Several policemen arrived, led by Daniel, a subordinate of the Blithe King. The Blithe King usually settled things with a phone call, but given James's involvement, he sent Daniel for precaution.

"James," Daniel greeted.

James pointed at Yosef. "It's him."

"Bring him in," Daniel instructed the officers.

They handcuffed Yosef. James then gestured to the groaning men. "Take them too, and check for other crimes. Deal with them accordingly; otherwise, detain them for a few days."

Yosef resisted, shouting, "What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?"

A policeman presented documents. "I'm from the Commercial Crime Investigation Department. You're suspected of white-collar crime. Come with us."

James added, "And investigate the Callahans. Keep it low-profile; don't let the public know." He wouldn't let the Callahans escape so easily. Everyone who slandered Thea would pay.

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