The sky had already grown completely dark, as if ink had been spilled across it, dyeing it black. In the distance, the city lights could be faintly seen flickering.

"Found it, found the orange!" David Thompson's voice came from the darkness.

Michael Bolton finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew that later the evidence against The Brooks Family was found here, he didn't know the exact location, nor whether it would always be left here. After nearly turning over the entire plot of land, they had finally found it.

The entire ledger was wrapped in a rainproof cloth. Michael Bolton and David Thompson opened it and examined it under the light of their phones.

"Tsk tsk, he really is greedy!" David Thompson sneered twice, "Just this alone is enough to keep him in prison for life!"

At first, he hadn't really understood what evidence Michael Bolton was talking about, but now he got it—this was indeed damning evidence, enough to send him to jail.

The smile on Michael Bolton's face grew even brighter. Having found this evidence meant that the overall situation was set: The Brooks Family was doomed, and naturally, no one would come looking for trouble with her.

"Orange, how did you know The Brooks Family's ledger was here?" David Thompson asked curiously. Could Michael Bolton really predict the future?

Michael Bolton smiled slightly, wearing a mysterious expression, as if to say, "The Buddha said it cannot be spoken."

"Let's hurry up and restore this place to how it was. Try not to let anyone see that it's been disturbed, so we don't alert the enemy!" Michael Bolton said.

"Yeah, leave the rest to me. I guarantee that tomorrow, this material will appear at the gates of the city government, the prosecutor's office, and the police station. This time, The Brooks Family is doomed!" David Thompson said confidently. With this material, it was enough to destroy The Brooks Family, and his good brother would undoubtedly escape disaster as well. As the saying goes, when a person leaves, the tea cools; with The Brooks Family toppled, who would really come after Michael Bolton because of Robert Brooks's matter? If he put in a little more effort, this whole thing would naturally blow over.

At this moment, David Thompson was starting to believe that Michael Bolton could really come up with ten thousand yuan within a month. He didn't know why, but today he suddenly felt that Michael Bolton was a bit unfathomable—maybe he really did have a way.

"Yeah! Thank you, David Thompson!" Michael Bolton said sincerely. That's what good brothers do—help without needing a reason.

"What are you thanking me for!" David Thompson laughed. "Brothers for life—this life, not the next!"

"Yeah, brothers for life, this life..." Michael Bolton laughed, but was there really no next life? Did this count as a next life for him?

Chapter Twelve The Brooks Family Topples

When Michael Bolton got home, it was already 8:30 p.m. He had rushed back from the suburbs, covered in quite a bit of dirt.

"Why are you so dirty? Go change your clothes right now!" His mother, Grace Walker, saw the dirt on Michael Bolton and said with concern.

"It's nothing, Mom!" Michael Bolton looked at his mother, who was clearly a whole generation younger than in his previous life, and said with some emotion. In his previous life, he had noticed his mother aging, but without the contrast of a younger mother, it hadn't felt so intense and shocking.

"Don't say it's nothing! Go change, I'll wash them for you tomorrow!" Grace Walker said.

"Got it, Mom!" Michael Bolton secretly vowed that in this life, he would definitely make something of himself.

"You're back!" His father, Richard Bolton, said while watching TV.

"Yeah, Dad!" Michael Bolton smiled, took off his coat, chatted with his parents for a while, and then went straight to his room. He shared the room with his younger sister, Ashley Bolton, who was a few years younger than him.

"Brother, you're back. Just in time, there's a question I can't solve—can you help me take a look?" Ashley Bolton sat at her desk, looked up at Michael Bolton, and said.

Michael Bolton stepped forward to take a look. Although his memory was a bit fuzzy, he quickly gave her the answer.

"Brother, how did you get so good at this?" Ashley Bolton said in surprise. She knew her brother's grades—they weren't that great.

Michael Bolton gently tapped Ashley Bolton's little head and said, "You're underestimating your brother! You're in eighth grade, but I'm already a senior in high school! How could this kind of question be hard for me?"

Ashley Bolton stuck out her tongue playfully and went back to her homework. For students at this stage, studying was still the main task.

Michael Bolton put down his backpack, turned on the computer, and first looked up the addresses of those record companies online.

Luckily, there's Baidu now. Without Baidu, Michael Bolton figured he'd be worried sick—just finding the addresses of those record companies would be enough to make him cough up blood.

After finding them, Michael Bolton wrote them all down, then turned on the tape recorder, took out a few blank tapes he had bought earlier, and started recording.

He didn't even need any accompaniment—he just started singing right then and there.