No sooner had he finished speaking than Jack, without even giving Scarface a chance to reply, vanished like a ghost. He weaved through the crowd, and with each strike, a condensed burst of fighting spirit accurately struck a burly man's knee joint.

"Thump" "Thump"

One by one, Scarface's brothers fell down. When it was Scarface's turn, Jack kicked him high, pressing his ankle against Scarface's shoulder and slamming him to the ground.

Using the recoil, Jack bounced back to the driver's seat of the carriage, looking down at the group of burly men kneeling on the ground, and coldly asked, "Do you know you were wrong?"

Unlike the other brothers who merely knelt on the ground, Scarface was directly shaken by Jack and coughed up blood. Although his expression was no longer arrogant, he showed no fear and still spoke with neither servility nor arrogance.

"We apologize, sir. We were blind to your greatness and delayed your journey. We accept this beating. If you have the opportunity, please visit our Black Cloud Mountain Stronghold. Our leader, Keton, and dozens of brothers will certainly apologize to you."

Scarface had already backed down, but his words still carried a subtle threat.

In Scarface's view, the other party clearly knew his background. He was prepared to pay money before because he was giving face to Black Cloud Mountain Village. The reason he took action to teach him a lesson now was probably because his attitude had offended him. But since they were still alive, it must be because the other party was wary of them.

“It seems you were unaware of this.” Jack frowned, looking disappointed. “In that case, I’ll trouble you to pass on a message to your boss: tell him Jack is back and that he must come to Russell Manor within three days to face the consequences, or he will have to bear the consequences.”

"You." Scarface was surprised by the other party's domineering attitude, but considering that his life was still in the other party's hands, he dared not speak out and could only mutter, "I know."

After that, Jack stopped fighting the bandits, waved the reins, and rode away.

Wu Yu then appeared and mocked, "You don't even have the right to make me take action."

Seeing their angry looks, filled with disapproval yet unable to do anything about him, Wu Yu felt much better.

Wu Yu sat back down and watched Jack drive away, praising, "Impressive, Jack. Even though they were just petty thieves, I didn't expect you to handle them so cleanly and neatly."

"But why were you prepared to pay in the first place? The more you back down, the more aggressive these thugs become. The only right solution is to fight violence with violence."

Without turning his head, Jack said, "Because these are the rules I set, I naturally have to abide by them."

"Oh, I see." Wu Yu nodded, but quickly realized something was wrong and exclaimed, "No way, you're also involved in the underworld? What's your relationship with that guy named Keton?"

"He's just a dog I keep," Jack said calmly.

"I never would have guessed, Jack, that you had this other identity, but I don't think you would do something like highway robbery," Wu Yu said sarcastically. For some reason, seeing Jack's image tarnished made him feel an inexplicable displeasure.

"Because the existence of bandits is an inevitable result of this land, and the terrain here is naturally suitable for ambushes, bandits like to set up camp here. As the lord of this place, I have a responsibility to maintain order here."

"It's easy to wipe out the bandits. A year ago, I could even have done it all by myself. But that's just a temporary solution. Once you wipe out this band of bandits, another one will appear soon."

"They are like weeds that can be seen everywhere; they are easy to kill, but difficult to eradicate."

“Here’s a bone with fat on it. Those stray dogs will always find it with their keen noses, so I have to train my own domestic dogs to bite the bone first, so that I can deter the other stray dogs.”

"Domestic dogs may bite, but it's not fatal."

"At least since I implemented this program ten years ago, no one has died here."

"Moreover, they can also be considered my private army, which I can mobilize when needed, and I don't need to pay for their upkeep on a regular basis."

Jack was talking eloquently, but Wu Yu didn't listen to any of his extraneous emotions. As always, he mechanically carried out the justice he believed in.

"But isn't one silver coin too much?" Wu Yu asked tentatively. Although Wu Yu was not an economics major, after understanding the price level here, he felt that one copper coin was roughly equivalent to one yuan. If gold, silver and copper were converted according to the base-hundred system, the toll would be one hundred yuan, which was indeed a bit too much.

“Poor people don’t travel far. Those who usually pass through here are just merchants. They use a silver coin and some goods to ensure they can travel a hundred miles without worry. This is probably the only route that those merchants will happily take,” Jack explained to Wu Yu.

"And what do you usually do with the money they plunder?" Wu Yu continued to press.

"Consider this a small reward for them, to prevent them from resorting to desperate measures. As for the dirty money, I have no interest in it." As he said this, Jack's tone suddenly took on a murderous edge.

"But since they've broken my rules, it seems it's time to get a new dog. But for them to have the guts to do something like this, has something happened?"

Thinking of this, Jack couldn't help but put more effort into the carriage, increasing its speed.

Wu Yu noticed Jack's anxiety and stopped talking, simply lying quietly behind him, lost in thought.

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