McCarthy drove away from Anmi New District, crossed a flyover, and entered Rust Wall District.

Dongdong, tired from eating at the food stall, was sound asleep.

Su Mo was lost in thought.

McCarthy focused on driving.

The car was filled with silence.

“Wee-oo wee-oo——” At that moment, a patrol car sped past the sedan at high speed, its elongated siren sounding eerie and cold.

Su Mo muttered while looking out the window, “There are quite a lot of patrol cars tonight…”

McCarthy: “Yeah, that’s the sixth one we’ve encountered. There must have been a violent incident somewhere.”

In the game “Dawn,” McCarthy is merely a background character without any storyline. Sitting idly, Su Mo decided to chat with him: “Butler, how long have you been with Lady Countess?”

McCarthy: “26 years.”

Su Mo: “Oh, so you’ve seen her grow up?”

McCarthy: “That’s right.”

Su Mo: “Having been with Lady Countess for so long, what do you think of New Moon City?”

McCarthy’s tone was very calm, “I’m just a butler, I don’t have much of a personal opinion. But Lady Countess once commented on New Moon City—order within chaos, chaos within order.”

Su Mo couldn’t help but smile, “Lady Countess sure is philosophical.”

McCarthy smiled slightly, “You understand it right away, which means you know much more about New Moon City than I do. It took me years to grasp when I first heard it.”

Su Mo stretched lazily, leaning back against the car seat, “After all, I’m in the mercenary business… Ugh, I’m feeling a bit sleepy, wake me when we get home.”

McCarthy: “Sure.”

Su Mo closed his eyes, breathing evenly.

McCarthy drove smoothly, careful not to wake his passenger.

At an intersection, he gently tapped the brakes to slow down early, waiting for the red light.

When the light turned green, he continued to drive forward.

“Boom!”

Without any warning, a massive impact hit from the side as a large off-road vehicle ran the red light and crashed into the sedan.

The weight difference tipped the sedan, sending it flying several meters and crashing heavily against a street-side concrete pillar, with glass and metal fragments scattered everywhere.

McCarthy’s face was covered in blood from the shards, and the severe impact left him bewildered, slumped in his seat, coughing repeatedly.

“Hahaha, look what I found, an old dog!” A sneering voice filled with a thug’s tone sounded.

A large hand reached through the shattered car window, cutting through the seatbelt with a knife, and dragged McCarthy out.

In his daze, McCarthy saw clearly it was a young man in a leather jacket with dyed yellow hair, smirking wickedly, clearly a frontier punk.

The opponent’s off-road vehicle had been modified, very sturdy, and only the front was damaged in the collision.

Three similarly dressed young men jumped out of the off-road vehicle, some carrying machetes, some guns, whistling as they approached.

“Yo~ check this old geezer out, wearing a tailcoat, definitely a rich man from the Inner City,” Huang Mao mocked, filled with thug humor, then suddenly head-butted McCarthy’s face, causing a bloody nose.

McCarthy fell to the ground, trembling, barely having time to get up before Huang Mao stomped on his head.

Huang Mao sneered, “Inner City pig, didn’t expect this, did you? Even you can be trampled by frontier people!”

With that, he waved his hand, and the other young men swarmed over and began beating McCarthy mercilessly.

At that moment, there was a “bang,” and the car door flew open as Dongdong crawled out.

She hadn’t fastened her seatbelt in the back, looking a bit disheveled with a head wound, holding her head muttering, “I was on a roller coaster in my dream, then suddenly it derailed, I’m really out of it…”

Still in her evening dress, Huang Mao mistook her for a rich family’s young lady.

He approached swaggeringly, a lecherous smile on his face, “Yo~ who’s this little cutie? So short and cute, wanna come with your big brother?”

“Bang!” Without a word, Dongdong kicked between Huang Mao’s legs.

Huang Mao fell to the ground, clutching his groin, his face contorted in pain.

He gasped, cold sweat beading on his forehead, “You f***ing…”

“Boom!” Dongdong pulled a baseball bat from the backseat and swung it, knocking him to the ground, searching for his teeth.

Huang Mao struggled to crawl back to his companions, looking at Dongdong standing in front of McCarthy with a mix of surprise and anger.

He then noticed the Borderland Plaque on her neck.

Furious, Huang Mao shouted, “So you’re a frontier person… Dammit, why are you, a frontier person, protecting an Inner City pig?!”

Dongdong’s eyes flashed with anger as she spat back, “I f***ing represent the Civilized Border! It’s none of your damn business who I protect, dumbasses yapping like dogs!”

Soon, Su Mo also struggled out from the backseat. Having fastened his seatbelt, he only suffered minor scrapes, and they were healing under the power of the Crimson Rose Blood Code.

Su Mo quickly checked McCarthy for injuries.

Fortunately, the injuries were not severe, only superficial scratches.

But for someone as old as McCarthy, getting beaten like that by a few unprincipled young thugs was pitiful.

Su Mo coldly said, “You guys are pretty bold, attacking someone openly on the street? Stay where you are and wait for the sheriff to handle this.”

Huang Mao and the others laughed wildly, as if they’d heard a joke, “Sheriff? The Public Security Bureau’s been trashed by our brothers! Go ahead and report it!”

Su Mo was taken aback, trashing the Public Security Bureau?

Although the New Moon City’s sheriffs were often unreliable, they were still an official force, with strong combat personnel and excellent weapons, not something easily trashed.

No way they could boast like that.

Su Mo then noticed the gun in one thug’s hand.

It wasn’t a modified weapon from the black market, but a standard issue gun from the Public Security Bureau, well-maintained like it just came out of storage.

Su Mo frowned immediately.

Did they really trash the Public Security Bureau?

He inquired, “Who are you guys with? How many people trashed the Public Security Bureau?”

Huang Mao and the others sneered, “Instead of worrying about who we’re with, maybe you should worry about yourself. You’re a frontier person hanging around with Inner City pigs, I hate traitors like you most, go die!”

As the thugs charged, Su Mo didn’t bother talking anymore.

He moved at high speed, creating distorted afterimages, and instantly threw four punches.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Four thugs fell to the ground unconscious, shockingly weak.

Looking at the foaming thugs on the ground, Su Mo found the situation increasingly puzzling.

At this level, they wouldn’t say they trash the Public Security Bureau, even a regular sheriff would have them running.

But the guns in their hands were indeed standard issue from the Public Security Bureau.

Coupled with the unusually numerous patrol cars noticed on the way home…

Su Mo had an ominous feeling and told Dongdong, “Take McCarthy back to our home, lock the doors and windows, and ensure KK and the others are safe, I’ll go check the situation at the Public Security Bureau.”

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