"Edmund, the meal has been packed for you. Can you put the notes on it yourself?" The waiter's greeting interrupted Edmund's thoughts.

"Oh, leave it to me, thank you!"

Tearing off the route map drawn on the top of the notebook, Edmund put the notebook away, picked up five takeouts, turned around and walked out of the hamburger shop.

His car is a brand new seventh-generation Toyota Corolla with a striking Blue Knight logo on it. As for why he bought a domestically produced car.

Because this car is cheap and fuel efficient...

Apart from this, there are no other advantages.

I went around to the left side and opened the passenger door. There was a large tray fixed on the passenger seat with an insulated lunch box on it containing the takeout.

Edmund then sat in the driver's seat and put the planned route map on the center console.

Having been delivering food for so long, Edmund had already memorized the topographic map of Tameside so well that there was no need for a map manual. So he started the car and got to work!

…

"Hey! What are you looking at, white pig? Why don't you get out of here after giving it to me?"

He was wearing a baseball cap, skateboard pants, and a large iron chain on his pants that bent across his waist and then around his back. The large black T-shirt on his upper body had an exaggerated pattern printed on it.

Edmund frowned at the black guy's outfit.

Delivery men are not inferior to others. On the contrary, as service personnel, they usually receive a tip in addition to the order fee every time they deliver the meal.

From a few pennies to several pounds.

Tipping is not a must, but it is a reflection of quality.

Especially in a place like Britain where etiquette is very important, most people... as long as they are educated, will give a tip to the service staff. It doesn't matter how much, what matters is this habit and attitude!

This represents recognition of the waiter who serves you!

And now...

After running so far and already out of the delivery area, Edmund worked so hard to deliver the meal, but he didn't get a penny of tip. Instead, he was called a white pig by a little black guy.

The cook already had a bad temper, and now being scolded like that made him even worse.

Just when he was about to lose his temper, thinking about the debts he still owed, Edmund's newly-risen momentum disappeared without a trace, and he could only mutter in frustration: "Impolite boy!"

…

"Hey! Don't go, white pig, who are you talking about?"

After being muttered to, Xiao Heizi was obviously angrier than Edmund. He turned around, put the takeaway back, and directly took out a butterfly knife from his pocket. He clicked a few times, and the knife made flashes. Xiao Heizi narrowed his eyes and stared at Edmund with ill intentions.

“…”

Seeing that the little black guy, who was not going to pay any attention to him, was actually getting ahead of him and calling him a white pig, Edmund felt a little embarrassed.

"Boy... do you recognize my clothes?"

Pointing to the mark on his chest, Edmund wanted this little black man to give up. Not everyone can afford to mess with the property of the nobility. Some people are fearless, but they are purely ignorant. When they really get into trouble, they are more cowardly than anyone else.

Edmund has seen a lot of thugs like this. Every time he mentions his background, most people will retreat. Anyway, he has been working outside for more than a year and has never encountered any troublemakers.

"?"

Xiao Heizi snorted lightly, not knowing whether he really didn't know him or was doing it on purpose. He stared at Edmund for a long time. When Edmund thought he would back off, the butterfly knife in Xiao Heizi's hand suddenly slashed across Edmund's eyes.

"Fuck! I don't care what shit you wear."

Edmund subconsciously blocked it with his left hand, and felt a piercing pain in his wrist.

This must have been a scratch. When he thought about how his injury would affect his income and he would have to spend money on medical treatment, and there were so many children to raise at home, Edmund got angry and relied on his strong physique, protecting his chest with his left hand and slamming forward.

Little Blackie is no match for the chef.

Edmund rushed over and knocked the black kid to the ground. Just as he kicked him, the black kid on the ground screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Someone come! Someone come! If a white pig hits me, I'll be the boss!"

Hearing the shouts of the little black guys, five or six of them ran out of the warehouse in an instant, holding baseball bats, daggers, machetes, and a rifle. They had all kinds of weapons in their hands.

As soon as they went out, they saw the little black guy being beaten by Edmund.

"Kill him! Kill this white pig!"

…

When Edmund saw this, his hair stood on end.

It’s easy to deal with a one-on-one fight, but if he is asked to fight so many people, he won’t be able to win!

Remember this place and find someone to talk to when you get back!

Thinking of this, Edmund turned around and ran towards the car on the side of the road.

He was running in front, with five or six little black guys chasing him from behind. Seeing that they could not catch up with Edmund, someone threw weapons at Edmund from a distance.

Edmund was hit several more times and didn't feel the pain. He staggered and opened the car door tremblingly. Just as he was about to get in the car, he was hit several more times on the back. He couldn't tell whether it was caused by a knife or a baseball bat.

Edmund gritted his teeth, didn't turn off the car, released the handbrake, put the car in gear and drove away.

After driving for about five minutes, Edmund's condition was getting worse and worse. He didn't know how many times he was hit or where he was injured. At this moment, Edmund felt that his vision was a little dark and his whole body was cold. With a strong will, he subconsciously drove towards the takeaway station.

You can't die outside.

…

"Hahaha...Alan, listen to me!"

The Duke of Angus's face was flushed and he put his arm around Alan's shoulders. The two of them looked like good brothers.

It was already dark in London at nine o'clock in the evening. Allen's estate was next to the Thames River.

Enjoy the river view while drinking beer and eating barbecue.

Although the temperature outside is very low, I feel hot when I drink. Even though it is beer, I still feel hot if I drink too much.

Both of them were wearing thin clothes.

Alan's face was also a little red at this time.

The Duke of Angus may not be good at other things, but he is good at eating, drinking and having fun. During his years of "further study" in London, his drinking capacity has improved and he is now comparable to Alan.

Both of them were a little drunk at this time. Although they were not drunk and their minds were still clear, their perception of the outside world had obviously become dulled.

…

Generally speaking, before men drink, or when they just start drinking, the pattern of their conversation is basically "I heard, do you know, hey, let me tell you..." They all start with these words.

Usually they start with small talk, talking about whatever comes to mind, regardless of one's status.

But when they are halfway through the drink, most men start to express their own values.

This is what is commonly known as showing off - or talking about experience by relying on seniority.

The Duke of Angus was clearly in this state now. He hugged Allen and said with an attitude of an experienced person: "Alan...when you get married in the future, you must find a wife who is well-matched with you, a lady from an aristocratic family. Don't learn from me, and don't..."

After burping, the Duke of Angus picked up the skewers that the servant had just brought over with his fat hands, ate one, wiped the oil off his mouth, and continued, "When I was a child, I grew up in Australia and Kenya. My mother...well, she was not from an aristocratic family. She had no experience in educating aristocratic descendants. I didn't think of myself as a noble since I was a child. My father..."

The Duke of Angus began to tell Alan about his painful childhood experiences with a sad face.

…

Their family didn't start to decline with his generation, but had been in decline for several generations.

When it comes to him, his family doesn't look like an aristocratic family at all. As for the title of Duke...

No one really respects them.

Facing the same group of people, if Alan were the one, a glare from him might scare many people into not making a sound, but if it were the former Duke of Angus, his glare... would be useless.

Their family lacked the kind of education and environment that was intended for children of aristocrats when they were young.

He is lacking in all aspects, including character, means, etc.

This also led to the situation that each generation in their family became more and more impoverished, and worse than the previous one.

The Duke of Angus felt that if he had grown up in an orthodox aristocratic family, he would not be so miserable now.

His situation has only improved in recent years, and with the help of Alan's connections, he has slowly paid off his foreign debts. However, his net worth is only about 100,000 pounds, and his life is very tight. He is not like Alan, who even has a private super yacht.

This was attributed by the Duke of Angus to not having received a good aristocratic education since childhood.

This cannot be solved by attending an aristocratic school. It is the real education within the aristocratic family, where the older generation teaches the younger generation through words and deeds. It has nothing to do with knowledge. It is the most basic education that seems like nature.

Just like Allen, he has been here for so many years and his personality is completely different from his previous life.

This is the environment he lives in now, so he doesn't need to treat ordinary people as human beings.

In his previous life, no matter what your status was, killing someone was considered a big deal over there. Even if your family was well connected, you still had to plan carefully and find someone to take the blame and exonerate yourself.

But in Great Britain, in Wales, everything is different!

The old earl's style is that if he doesn't like you, beating you up is the least of his worries, and killing you is not a big deal either. This is the tradition in our family.

If a person lives in this kind of family environment for a long time, can he not change?

Impossible!

As one's mind changes, one's style and way of doing things will naturally acquire characteristics such as selfishness and cruelty.

Without this kind of character, how can you survive in the aristocratic circle?

But the Duke of Angus does not have this kind of mentality. Even now, his personality is fixed, and it is difficult to change even if he wants to. This is why, even though he has done better in recent years, he has not really integrated into the aristocratic circle.

…

"Hahaha...Uncle Angus, don't worry. I am still very independent. But you...have you ever thought about it? You are still young. Don't you want to restore the glory of your family?"

Even though he was a little confused, Alan subconsciously prepared to encourage Angus to do something. Manchester is so big and close to Wales, there is really great potential for development. Otherwise, why would he have been supporting Angus so much? It was just because he coveted his identity - the Duke of Manchester!

"Hey... I'm not like you. Family glory? Haha..."

The Duke of Angus laughed at himself. Their ancestral homes had all been bought up and used as company headquarters. The land had long been sold out. Apart from the current title of the Duke, all other ancestral properties, big and small, had long been squandered by generations. How could they restore their glory?

This is starting from scratch...it's too difficult!

…

"Master!"

"Master, there is an emergency to report!"

Xiao Shitou was holding a piece of paper and shouting as he walked. As soon as he reached Alan, a pungent smell of alcohol filled the air.

Alan slowly turned his head to look at Little Stone, and said angrily: "Can't you see that I'm drinking with Uncle Angus?"

"Uh... Master, something went wrong down there."

"explain!"

Little Stone looked at Angus next to him. According to the information on the paper, this matter was a family scandal. He didn't know whether he should report it in front of Duke Angus.

…

"Um?"

Seeing Xiao Shitou like this, Alan also reacted.

But he didn't care, and waved his hand and said, "Uncle Angus is one of us, go ahead!"

"yes!"

Little Stone bent over and half-crouched behind the two men and said, "About three hours ago, one of our delivery drivers in Manchester was attacked by a customer. He is currently in hospital with serious injuries."

"Huh? Attacked? By whom? Has the murderer been caught?"

One of your delivery men was attacked?

Is this a case of someone dining without paying, or what?

…

Little Stone looked at the words on the paper and continued reading: "Master, the identity of the attackers seems to be complicated. They seem to be gang members. According to the doctor's appraisal, the delivery man had injuries from blunt objects and knife cuts. He was also stabbed in the back by a sharp object. His left arm has been infected and has been amputated."

When he heard that the limb had been amputated, Allen sobered up instantly. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Shitou and asked, "Amputated?"

"Yes... Currently his life is not in danger, but he has lost too much blood. He is still in the hospital."

"What did the police say?"

"They...somewhat refused..."

When Xiao Shitou said this, his face looked a little unhappy. If this happened in Wales, would the police dare to refuse?

Don't you know your last name?

But this is England, and the incident happened in Manchester, a big city with a diverse population. Sometimes it is just so magical.

…

"Refusing? That means... my man's arm was chopped off, and it's been three hours, and the Manchester police haven't caught the murderer yet?"

Alan narrowed his eyes, his anger rising. He had already drunk so much alcohol, and his temper could easily explode.

"Uh...you can understand it that way."

“…”

The Duke of Angus opened his mouth, listening to this somewhat exciting news. When did delivering takeout become so risky?

And... is someone not giving Alan face?

Are the Manchester police prepared to shield the murderer in front of the Hill family? Or are they prepared to smooth things over?

…

"Uncle Angus...did we just talk about you restoring the family's glory?"

Alan held Angus's big head in his hands and stared into the Duke of Angus's eyes.

Duke Angus looked at Alan's fierce eyes. He was sober now. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Ah... I think we are talking about it..."

"Haha... then... come with me tonight? I'll take you to open up the situation and restore some of your glory?"

“Ah? I…I…”