It’s quite obvious that those who are literate don’t have much time to read leisure books like novels, while those who do have the time and inclination can’t understand anything too profound.

At this moment, William pointed to his shopping basket again: “By the way, I suggest you don’t buy so much—it’s a waste of money. If you really want to read, you should know that my uncle runs a recycling shop, and every day a lot of newspapers and magazines are sent there. Even the latest ones, you just have to wait two more days. As for comics, there are a few sets right in our neighborhood—I can probably borrow them for you in about a month. There are also some in the rental bookstore, but the supply is tight. There’s no need for us to spend money on this, right?”

Ethan Thompson readily agreed and immediately put all the newspapers and books from his shopping basket back where they belonged.

This action drew sidelong glances from several bookstore clerks nearby, but one of Ethan Thompson’s strengths was his thick skin.

Just as William said, there was no need to spend precious gold shields on this.

Whether buying from the recycling shop, borrowing, or renting books, these were all money-saving methods. He just wanted to use these books and periodicals to further understand the world’s culture, geography, history, current affairs, and customs, and didn’t care about how new or old they were or where they came from.

……

Ethan Thompson and William wandered around Market Street until three in the afternoon before taking the bus back to their neighborhood.

Their luck was decent—they didn’t run into any robbers on the way back. However, when Ethan Thompson and William parted ways again and he arrived at the entrance of that shabby apartment building, he instinctively frowned.

This was because, right in front of the apartment entrance, five luxury cars were parked in a row. Especially the one in the middle—it was a Swidon “City” model stretch limousine.

Swidon was not only the surname of the first president of America, but also a household luxury car brand. And the Swidon “City” stretch model—there were fewer than seventy-three thousand of them in the entire New World. Their owners were all either rich or powerful.

In addition, on both sides of the motorcade, more than a dozen bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood with their hands behind their backs, guarding these magitek cars.

When Ethan Thompson appeared, all of them turned their heads in unison to look at him.

But aside from that, they made no other moves, remaining as motionless as statues, letting him walk into the apartment.

Ethan Thompson could more or less guess what was going on, his face cold as he walked inside.

A dozen seconds later, he arrived at the door of his semi-basement room. The door was already open, with several burly, tower-like white men standing on either side.

Notably, there were signs that the lock had been pried.

Just then, a crisp and pleasant female voice came from inside the room: “You’d better not misunderstand. It was already like this when we arrived. Unfortunately, it looks like you’ve had a visit from a thief, Andre.”

Ethan Thompson raised his eyebrows slightly, directly ignoring the bodyguards at the door and walking straight in. There, he saw a young woman of about twenty, with exquisite makeup and pretty features, sitting at his desk with her arms crossed, looking completely at ease.

Ethan Thompson had a deep impression of this woman—she was the original owner’s older sister, Jennifer Weldon. She also had another name she had abandoned—Emily Thompson.

“Wasn’t there a shooting near that Cai’s restaurant? Why are you only back now? You made me wait too long, my dear brother.”

“When I come back is none of your business.”

Ethan Thompson replied woodenly and coldly, his tone stiff: “But you—can you leave now? You’re not welcome here, unless you want me to report you for trespassing.”

He didn’t have any personal dislike for Jennifer, but the original owner of the body felt extreme aversion and resentment toward his biological sister. This emotion was so strong, mixed in with the memories he inherited, that it directly affected him.

Chapter 10: Sister

“Report me? Of course, if you can afford the lawyer fees, Andre, I’d be happy to go to court.”

Jennifer was clearly unfazed by Ethan Thompson’s threat. “You can even call the police right now and have them come over—want to try it, Andre?”

With a snap of her fingers, a butler-like figure beside her respectfully handed a “brick” to Ethan Thompson.

Ethan Thompson found the object vaguely familiar. It was a portable phone produced by Titan Communications, currently a toy popular only among the wealthy. The original owner’s father once had one. Reportedly, there are fewer than five million units worldwide, a true status symbol.

Ethan Thompson turned his head away in frustration—he knew it was useless. Even though the Wiltonstein family had shifted their business focus to Manhattan, the first city of America, they were still one of the largest donors to the Atlanta City Police Department. Several collateral family members also held high-ranking, powerful positions in the police.

It was obvious that even if he made the call, the police would ignore it.

“I already gave you a chance.”