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While waiting for the helicopter, Garrick talked about his hunting experiences and the traditional English fox hunts. Every autumn, the nobles would dress in hunting attire, ride tall horses, and set out with shotguns and hounds to hunt foxes across the English countryside. Garrick mentioned that he and his family participated in this event every year.

There was data showing that the fox hunting season generated an average of £16 million per county annually in England, benefiting 50,000 professional fox hunters and around 15% of the rural population. However, there were also many opponents of the practice.

As they continued talking, Garrick gradually fell silent. William knew what was on Garrick's mind. Fox hunting was one of the few traditions that still embodied the distinctiveness of the nobility. If even that was taken away, they would be no different from commoners. Some nobles were eager to reclaim certain rights, and Garrick was among them. 

But William believed this was impossible. Any noble who openly expressed such desires would either be sidelined or crushed. If it weren't for the blood spilled by the nobility during the war over 60 years ago, which was many times higher than that of the common people, the English nobility might have already been abolished by the populace.

However, this wasn't something William was interested in. Even if he inherited the title of Earl in the future, he would never integrate with the traditional nobility. After all, he had Chinese blood in his veins. Since he didn't fit in, he had no interest in making friends with people who secretly despised him.

If it weren't for his grandfather Henry using secrets to blackmail King Philip, Grand Duke Devon, and other high-ranking nobles, and the current Earl of Oxford being incompetent and childless, the title of Earl of Oxford would never have fallen into his hands.

Since he wasn't accepted by them, it was only natural that William felt no sense of belonging to the noble class. In this discriminatory country, William only dealt with others based on mutual interests, not on concepts like honor or duty.

Mocking Garrick and the other high-ranking nobles for their futile efforts, William turned and sat on a large rock to inspect his shotgun.

After a long period of hesitation, Garrick suddenly asked William, "Can you guarantee that M will be taken out?"

"Ah... I've been waiting for that question so long I almost fell asleep." William stretched and yawned. "That's my business. If I say I can do it, then I can do it. It's better if you don't know the details. Even if something goes wrong, you won't have to worry about me silencing you. You should focus on whether you want to take over M's position or find someone else to do it."

"Nice words, but the truth is you don't trust anyone."

"Ha, are you people trustworthy? You're constantly fighting among yourselves, and when trouble comes, you still have to turn to someone like me, an outsider in the noble circle, for help."

"Ugh," Garrick sighed, and the forest fell silent again. His face showed signs of struggle, but he eventually spoke in a low voice, "If anyone catches wind of this, we'll be spending the rest of our lives in Black Rock Prison."

"Don't worry, if anyone ends up there, it'll be you. The benefits I'll be asking for will be done openly once this is over. Without any direct ties to M's death, no one would believe I had anything to do with it. So, there's no chance of me ending up in that situation, and besides, there isn't a place in the world that can hold me."

Garrick, still unsettled, looked at William, who was calm and collected, as if taking out a long-standing power like M was as simple as eating or drinking. This confidence had a contagious effect, and Garrick, who had been hesitating, finally made up his mind.

"Let's hope I don't see Mrs. M in hell."

"Haha," William laughed, understanding the implication. Betrayers were said to go to hell, so Garrick was hoping M would go to heaven instead, implying that M would be sent to a peaceful end.

"No problem. For someone like M, whose hands are stained with blood, heaven would be a good option. But if it were up to me, I'd choose hell, where I could do whatever I wanted."

"Exactly. Since we can't go to heaven, let's go to hell and be the boss," Garrick said with a squint and a smile.

"Alright, now that we've finished talking, let's get ready to move." William stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"Hmm, aren't we waiting for the helicopter?"

"They're here." After seven or eight seconds, Garrick faintly heard the sound of the helicopter. Surprised, he looked at William's back, his mind racing with thoughts of his interactions with William. William's vision, hearing, and physical strength were far beyond that of ordinary people. He wondered how Henry had trained William.

Although curious, Garrick didn't ask. He knew that even if he did, William wouldn't answer. The subtle signs suggested William was giving him a warning—don't even think about targeting him.

A few seconds later, a CH-34 transport helicopter appeared, interrupting Garrick's thoughts.

William lit the wet wood he had prepared, and soon the helicopter hovered above him. Two men in bright yellow life vests and safety helmets descended by rope from the helicopter.

William shouted his instructions to the two men, who nodded in understanding and handed William a walkie-talkie for easy communication. They signaled that William could leave and that they would handle the rest.

As William led Garrick out of the forest, he shot a few pheasants along the way to serve as dinner, birds that were considered protected species in China.

They returned to the stables on horseback, handed the horses to old Neil for care, and walked out of the stables just as the CH-34 helicopter carrying the wild boars flew overhead. William communicated with the pilot via the walkie-talkie, instructing him to place the boars outside the stables.

He then ordered the stable workers to help unload the first boar, while the CH-34 helicopter flew back to the forest to retrieve the others.

After five trips, all five wild boars were brought back. William instructed the staff to keep the largest boar and the one Garrick shot to be made into trophies. The remaining three were loaded onto a pickup truck and sent to the castle town for slaughter. William took five kilograms of the highest-grade pork, and the rest was left for the stable workers to take as they wished.

After sending off the taxidermist who had come to the castle to pick up the wild boars, it was already past 6 p.m. William returned to the castle and instructed the servants to take Garrick to the guest room to wash up and change clothes.

After cleaning himself up, William sat in the first-floor hall, chatting with his mother while waiting for Garrick.

As soon as he entered the hall, William hugged his mother, and Lina asked, "How was the hunt this afternoon?"

"Hehe, not bad. Next time, I'll take you hunting," William replied with a smile.

"No thanks. I can't stand the sight of blood. When I was a child, your grandfather took me grouse hunting. Seeing the grouse torn apart by bullets made me want to vomit. And every time we came back from hunting, we were covered in mud. It was disgusting."

"Alright, Mom, let's not talk about that then," William said, changing the subject. "How did your meeting with Chef Gordon Ramsay go this afternoon?"

"Not bad. We reached a verbal agreement. After Chelsea changes ownership, I'll build a two-story restaurant near the subway station, focusing on Italian and Spanish cuisine. These two cuisines are filling, and the prices are much lower than French cuisine. I'm planning to use low prices to attract and reward Chelsea fans and the residents near the stadium, as a way to increase their support for our family's involvement with Chelsea. What do you think?"

"It's fine. This is a small matter. Even a Michelin three-star restaurant doesn't make much money in a year. As long as we don't lose money, we can keep it open. Mom, have you thought about expanding the stadium and renovating Chelsea Village?"

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