"His social circle is very broad, he's in all kinds of groups, but he's only active in the gaming group and the lsp group. All the other groups are muted... In his room, aside from the game console, there are no other forms of entertainment. This guy is actually a bit of a loner... Oh, by the way, squad leader, you know what lsp means, right?"

The mixed-race beauty smiled and made a League of Legends gesture.

The two companions were left dumbfounded. David Thompson quickly raised his hand to interrupt, angrily saying:

"Oh my God, I really want to kick your butt hard with my boot. I'm talking to you about serious business, why are you bringing up all this nonsense? I've told you many times, don't act like a pervert, don't tell dirty jokes. This kind of habit is really bad, really not elegant."

The long-legged lady was not at all afraid of her angry superior and said with a smile:

"Don't be so boring, a little joke helps lighten the mood."

She slowly put away her smile and said:

"I didn't find anything suspicious on his computer, but under the potted plant on the windowsill, I found a letter from Brian Parker to him. Brian Parker did send him something, most likely a character card, but I don't know what class it is."

David Thompson was silent for a few seconds, closed his eyes to rest:

"Come over again tomorrow, heh, if he hasn't gone missing."

……

Chapter 4: The Strange Arrival

In a daze, Michael Bolton felt something soft and full pressing down on him, making it a bit hard to breathe.

He opened his eyes and saw a round, delicate face and a mischievous smile.

His aunt hummed and said:

"You little brat, dare to stand me up? I'll sit on you till you suffocate."

She sat on her nephew in a duck-like squat, leaned forward, and then sat down hard.

Michael Bolton let out a muffled groan from being sat on, almost out of breath, and angrily arched his back, flipping the woman over.

Amid his aunt's startled "ah!", he saw that it was already dark outside the window. Unknowingly, he had slept from morning till night.

"Dinner time!"

His aunt lay sideways on the bed, using a flurry of kicks to his butt.

"Don't retaliate, okay? I respect my elders and care for the young, I won't stoop to your level."

Michael Bolton slipped to the edge of the bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room.

A rich aroma filled the living room. His grandparents were sitting at the dining table eating. His grandfather had silver hair, was thin and tall, with a stern face and rarely smiled.

"So, how was the date I set up for you this time?"

At the table, his grandmother asked expectantly.

"Not bad, annual salary of a million, a senior executive, very satisfied!"

His aunt nodded like a pecking chick.

"You say that every time, and every time you block them afterwards." His grandmother poked her daughter's head hard with her finger, scolding:

"Be more mindful, think about how old you are now."

"Yeah, yeah..." Michael Bolton gloated on the side, and then his calf was kicked hard by Grace Carter.

The two started kicking each other under the table, making the table clatter noisily.

"If you don't want to eat, get back to your room."

With a shout from his grandmother, Michael Bolton and his aunt immediately lowered their heads and started eating.

"Grandma, when is cousin coming back?" Michael Bolton asked.

His uncle's family lived right across the hall. Recently, his wealthy aunt and free-spirited uncle had gone abroad for a trip, so his cousin had been eating dinner here.

"He said he's working overtime tonight, won't be back... That guy, he works like crazy, the complete opposite of his idle father," his grandmother complained.

Overtime... Michael Bolton couldn't hide his disappointment and let out an "oh."

After dinner, Michael Bolton and Grace Carter each went back to their rooms, leaving grandma to clean up the mess.

……

Back in his own room, Michael Bolton locked the door, picked up his phone, and dialed his cousin's number.

Since he couldn't talk face to face, he'd just call.

But communicating over the phone is never as clear as talking in person.

The call connected quickly, but the speaker only played a message in a foreign language saying the phone was off.

"In a meeting?"

Michael Bolton hung up helplessly. As the security team captain, his cousin was always busy, with irregular hours and meals. Not being able to reach him was a common occurrence.

He was used to it.

Michael Bolton lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander...

If Brother Bing's disappearance was man-made, and the target was the black card, then I need to be careful. The safest way is to give the black card to my cousin, and let him report it to his superiors.

With the administrative level of the Songhai City Security Bureau, the influence from Jiangnan Province is limited.

But the problem is, the black card is missing. That's the most troublesome part... Michael Bolton scratched his head in frustration.

A black card that can disappear into thin air—just thinking about it is creepy. If I can't find the black card, I can't hand it over to the state.

I can only be honest with my cousin first, let him report it up, and then follow instructions. I'm just an ordinary college student, there's nothing I can do.

Suddenly, Michael Bolton felt a pain on his forehead, a bit hot. He reached up to scratch it, and the pain became even more intense.

Huh? Pain and heat, what's going on...

He left the bed in confusion, walked to the full-length mirror by the window, and examined himself in the reflection.