Chris took a sip of beer, smiled, and didn’t answer.

American college students are a group particularly fond of courting danger—adolescence, hormones surging, always wanting to do something special to attract attention.

The original self was that kind of person too, and had gone to Cypress Hill with Adam.

According to the original self’s memory, that really was a place that inspired fear...

“All right, that’s it, it’s all over.”

Chris finished the beer, stood up and said, “Everyone just go on with your lives as usual, nothing happened. Mia, forget about tonight, and find a way to tell everyone you already gave the money to Jimmy and broke up with him. Bruno, do things as usual, you can diss Jimmy in private, but don’t do anything else.”

After tonight, Bruno and Mia’s impression of Chris changed dramatically.

Before, they thought Chris was quite pitiful, sacrificed by his adoptive father, almost losing his life.

But now, they felt Chris was their anchor. From the way he calmly handled Jimmy’s corpse, it was clear he was not a soft-hearted person. Maybe there were still secrets about Chris they didn’t know.

But that was a good thing!

On this land of New York, weakness is never respected.

The weaker you are, the more people bully you.

But once you toughen up, those guys who look fierce will change their attitude.

“By the way, is there a bookstore nearby?”

“A bookstore?”

“A place that sells books, preferably with Chinese books.”

“‘Tang En’s Bookstore’ on 11th Street. Tony is an old immigrant, his family has run bookstores for three generations, and he has the most books, including quite a few in Chinese. But I heard he wants to close down. Not many people want to read books these days.”

“What do people do if they don’t read?”

“Browse YouTube, scroll TikTok... Buying books is too expensive.”

Chris silently memorized the name of the bookstore.

Bruno and Mia both calmed down, then said their goodbyes and left.

Chris closed the door and took the elevator up to the third floor.

A lot had happened today, and since he hadn’t slept the night before, he was feeling a bit tired.

After taking a shower, he collapsed onto the big bed.

He didn’t open his eyes until his phone rang, realizing it was already daylight.

He checked his phone—it was nine in the morning.

Half-asleep, he answered, and Adam’s roar came through.

“Damn it, Chris, you freaking told me to pick you up early, hurry up and open the door!”

“Coming, coming!”

Chris woke up a bit, got up, left the office, and took the elevator downstairs.

Before he could open the door, it was opened from the outside.

Bruno and Mia walked in, followed by an angry Adam.

“What the hell are you doing, it’s nine o’clock!”

“I went to bed a bit late yesterday, give me a minute.”

He yawned and turned back into the elevator.

Upstairs, he washed up and changed into a set of Tang suit.

He put the Tang sword back on the rack, put the pistol in the drawer, and only then did Chris energetically head downstairs with his phone.

Bruno and Mia had both brought breakfast.

Chris didn’t stand on ceremony, took both breakfasts, and left with Adam.

“We’re going to the FBI to handle Thomas’s matter and will bring his body back today. Mia, tidy up the morgue. Bruno, post an announcement online saying Ghost is reopening for business and welcomes clients.”

“Are we opening today?”

“Of course, Uncle Andrew’s side is already taken care of. If we don’t open, we won’t have money for next month’s payroll.”

“I’ll post the message right away.”

Hearing there might be no salary, Bruno immediately panicked and rushed to the computer.

Mia just smiled at him, then nodded to Chris.

She looked good today—maybe because she’d gotten rid of that awful person, she seemed much more energetic.

She wore a beige T-shirt on top, hot pants below, showing off her long, sexy legs.

Adam couldn’t help but whistle.

As he and Chris walked to the roadside, he whispered, “I didn’t notice yesterday, but damn, Mia is really hot.”

“She’s thirty-two!”

“So what?”

Adam rolled his eyes and said, “Macron’s wife is more than ten years older than him.”

“Who’s Macron?”

“The President of France.”

Don’t know, don’t care, not interested.

He hadn’t even figured out his own affairs—who would care about some president.

“Now I know, you really have a thing for older women.”

“You’re discriminating against older women.”

“I am not!”

As they talked, they reached the roadside.

Today, Adam hadn’t driven his Shelby, but instead a yellow Ford SUV, which looked pretty flashy.

“Where’s your Shelby?”

“We’re going to the FBI today, that car is too conspicuous.”

“This car’s color is pretty flashy too.”

“Really? I think it looks cool!”

The two of them got in the car and headed straight for FBI headquarters.