David Thompson let out a sigh and said, "You just dove headfirst into a world you know nothing about. I’m really worried about your future, Brian Carter. When you get out, don’t rush to make any calls, okay? Go study abroad for a few years, wait a while, wait until you’re not so impulsive, a bit more mature, and then slowly try to get in touch with the darker side of this world. Whether it’s spies or intelligence dealers, you really don’t understand their world at all."

"I’ll try my best, Uncle Thompson. I can’t promise I’ll be able to do it, I really am a bit anxious."

David Thompson let out another long sigh. Every time he spoke on this call, he had to sigh first.

"Alright, get some rest early and think carefully about your future path. That’s it for now."

David Thompson hung up the phone. Brian Carter stared blankly at his phone for a while, then dialed another number.

Of course, he wasn’t calling anyone else in his contacts. This time, Brian Carter was calling a friend of his.

"Hello, Mr. Thompson, can you do me a favor? I want to sell my car. Can you help me find a buyer? That’s right, I want to sell it now, it’s pretty urgent. As long as the price isn’t ridiculously low, just sell it to those car enthusiasts. If the price is too low, I’ll just sell it to a dealership. Okay, thanks, Mr. Thompson."

After hanging up, Brian Carter tossed his phone onto the bed, took out his car keys and stared at them for a moment, then threw them onto the bed as well, and muttered angrily, "Damn it! Sleep!"

Brian Carter actually slept well that night. Everything that happened that day would probably have caused someone else to lose sleep, but he seemed completely unaffected.

If you don’t have a strong mentality, how can you be a spy?

Although Brian Carter wasn’t a spy yet—he just had the idea or goal—but his mental fortitude was definitely strong enough.

The next day, Brian Carter didn’t contact Grace Bennett.

Even though Grace Bennett had given him her phone number, even her American number and online contact info, clearly wanting to keep in touch long-term, for Brian Carter, Grace Bennett and his familiar life had both become things of the past.

Debts that need to be settled must be settled, money that needs to be collected must be collected, and since he was about to go abroad, there were things he needed to prepare and some things he needed to buy.

Brian Carter didn’t have much money on hand right now—if he did, he wouldn’t have been driving for ride-hailing apps to make money. Now there were a lot of things he wanted to buy, but no money. So what should he do?

Brian Carter set his sights on his credit cards.

None of his credit cards had particularly high limits, but even the lowest had fifty thousand yuan, and Brian Carter had several cards. With that apartment under his name, getting credit cards was a piece of cake.

So Brian Carter used his credit cards to buy himself a whole new outfit—suit, shirt, tie. They weren’t custom-made, but they were luxury brands, and he tried on many to find the best fit.

After buying a set of clothes at the same store, Brian Carter thought for a moment, picked the card from the bank he disliked the most, and swiped forty-six thousand yuan.

Think about it—he was about to go abroad, and he’d never come back, his identity would even be erased. So why should Brian Carter worry about paying off his cards?

Of course he didn’t need to worry, right? So of course he should spend as much as he could, right? Saints and cowards might not take advantage of this, but Brian Carter was neither a saint nor timid, and he figured a few tens of thousands wouldn’t bankrupt the bank, so he just went for it.

After buying clothes, of course he needed shoes. Brian Carter was in a shopping mall famous for its expensive goods, and just by turning around he could buy equally expensive leather shoes.

Brian Carter felt that spending only forty-six thousand on a whole outfit was a bit cheap. His credit cards together had hundreds of thousands in limits. Before, he was afraid he couldn’t pay them off and didn’t dare to use them, but now, what was there to be afraid of? He might as well pick the expensive stuff to swipe.

So Brian Carter set his sights on a pair of shoes costing over twenty thousand. That was about as far as his taste went; for even pricier luxury brands, even with a “might as well spend it” attitude, he couldn’t think of any.

But after trying on shoes for a long time and having them packed up, ready to pay, Brian Carter realized something was wrong.

"Sorry, sir, there’s a problem with this card."

"No money left? That can’t be. Try this one."

"Sorry, sir, this card doesn’t work either."

Brian Carter was stunned. Just then, his phone rang.

David Thompson said unhurriedly, "Listen, Brian Carter, can you give me a break? Are you planning to max out all six of your credit cards before you leave? Whether that was your plan or not, you won’t get the chance, because I’ve already frozen all your cards."

Brian Carter couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated. He apologized calmly to the cashier, then turned and walked out, faster and faster, escaping the boutique under the puzzled gazes of the cashier and sales staff.

"Come on, Uncle Thompson, you never said I couldn’t do this. I have to say, you really cut off my escape route cleanly this time…"

Brian Carter was a bit resentful. The easy way out he’d just thought of was cut off by David Thompson just like that.