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Even after hearing Chen Feng's words, Brina still felt uneasy. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she frowned and suggested, "Brother Feng, why don't we wait until we're absolutely sure you're safe before going back? The situation is unclear right now. We can make a decision after we're sure you're 100% safe."

Chen Feng leaned back in his seat, turned his head, and asked, "So what do we do now? We can't just keep driving around like this, can we?"

Brina suggested, "We can go to that small town I mentioned before, it's only about ten kilometers from here. We can just find a small hotel that doesn't require ID and stay there. As long as we pay enough cash, no one will bother us. That way, even if those people want to arrest you, they won't be able to find you right away."

In truth, Chen Feng was also a little uneasy. After all, the other party was a high-ranking official in the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, someone with immense influence. He himself didn't have any powerful connections in the U.S.; at most, he knew a few influential figures like Senator Bellis through Carl Hicks.

However, Chen Feng's intuition was always sharp, and this "telepathic" ability told him that there wouldn't be any fatal danger in the next day or two, but things probably wouldn't go too smoothly. Who knew what would happen in two or three days? To be on the safe side, he finally accepted Brina's suggestion and nodded in agreement, "Okay, let's do as you say for now."

Seeing that Chen Feng was willing to listen to her, Brina seemed very happy. She skillfully turned the steering wheel, restarted the car, and accelerated towards that remote rural town.

At the same time, Chen Feng also took out his Huawei phone. Williams had previously sent him the contact information of the bald black man, Julian, via WeChat. After briefly rehearsing his approach in his mind and determining his entry point, Chen Feng dialed the number directly.

At this moment, Julian was sitting in his heavily guarded office, busily handling his tasks. As the Assistant Under Secretary of Homeland Security, his responsibilities were extremely broad, particularly in combating transnational crime, counterintelligence, and handling national interest emergencies related to crisis prevention; he possessed significant decision-making authority in these areas.

Although Chen Feng's situation had put him in a bad mood today, especially after his phone call with Joseph which had infuriated him, he was the type of person with exceptional self-regulation skills. He quickly suppressed his negative emotions and threw himself back into his busy work. Just as he finished reviewing classified information about a transnational criminal organization, his personal cell phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.

Julian glanced at the caller ID and, with his exceptional memory, instantly recognized it as Chen Feng's number. He had previously reviewed all of Chen Feng's personal information in detail, and since it was a conspicuous Chinese number, it was hard not to remember it. Julian's heart sank slightly, but without much hesitation, he pressed the answer button.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Julian spoke first, his tone carrying a hint of businesslike probing.

"Hello, Mr. Julian. This is Chen Feng." Chen Feng's tone was cold, but also composed. "That's the Chinese man you were so determined to arrest. I'm calling you for no other reason than to ask you personally, why did you want to arrest me?"

Chen Feng felt there was absolutely no need to be polite. Since they had made it clear they wanted to arrest him, being too polite would only make him seem guilty and weak, so he chose to get straight to the point. Of course, he didn't have high hopes that asking such questions would make them obediently cooperate and reveal the specific reasons.

However, the result surprised Chen Feng. Julian was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone before speaking, "I can only say that this was not my intention. Someone gave me a death order to arrest you, but I cannot reveal that person's identity. If you are capable, you can investigate yourself. I don't want to offend you, and I especially don't want to offend your friends. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Julian's reason for choosing to confront them was actually quite simple. As he just said, he really didn't want to offend the big shots behind Chen Feng, whether it was the Lampson family, Carl Hicks, or even Senator Bellis—none of them were people he could easily mess with.

Furthermore, he said this to distance himself from the situation and to provoke Chen Feng into investigating the mastermind behind it all, namely Mr. Moore. If Chen Feng could truly overturn the organization behind Mr. Moore, Julian would feel a sense of satisfaction.

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised by his answer, but he quickly calmed down. He said coldly, "I know you have someone else behind you, but can't you just tell me who that person is?"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Chen, I can’t say. I can only reveal that the other party’s background is incredibly powerful. Under his orders, I had to carry out the mission to arrest you. But you and I both know that you have not committed any crimes. On the contrary, you are a good person who is passionate about charity and public welfare. From my personal point of view, I don’t want to arrest such a good person as you.”

Chen Feng didn't believe a word Julian said. How could a veteran who had fought in the Middle East for five years and personally ended countless lives still hold such a naive sense of "justice" while working for a violent agency like the Department of Homeland Security? However, Chen Feng didn't intend to expose the hypocrisy in Julian's words.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng said, "I understand what you mean. It seems you also harbor resentment towards the person behind you. It's fine if you don't want to say his name, but I will definitely find him and let him know that I, Chen Feng, am not so easily manipulated. Of course, you can also help me convey my message."

The reason your mastermind ordered your arrest wasn't to kill me, but to extract something from me—my money, or something else they covet. You can tell him that I might consider cooperating if the terms are right. But if we can't reach an agreement, I don't want to become mortal enemies.

Chen Feng paused, a chilling undertone creeping into his voice: "Your arrest this time gave me quite a scare. If he's truly sincere, I hope he can compensate me with one hundred million US dollars as damages for emotional distress. This money isn't entirely for myself; it will go into my charitable foundation, as a way to do good for him. I'm sure you and he are aware of my worth. Whether we cooperate or not, or whether we become mortal enemies in the future, is entirely up to him. Once you have the results, please let me know, okay?"

Julian was stunned for a long time before slowly speaking: "Okay, Mr. Chen. I will convey your words to him verbatim. As for his final decision, that's his business. But in any case, I will give you a reply. You should know that you are a good person, and I really have no ill intentions towards you. I tried to refuse this mission before, but that person's power was too great, and I couldn't refuse."

“Yes, Mr. Julian. I appreciate your kindness, and I don’t blame you for this. But please be sure to pass on my message, and as you just promised, let me know whatever the outcome may be.”

"Yes, sir, I mean what I say."

After hanging up the phone, Julian stood in his office for a moment, lost in thought. His dark eyes darted around, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Before answering the call, he truly hadn't expected Chen Feng, this Chinese man, to be so audacious. Not only did he dare to call and challenge him, but he even asked him to act as a messenger, attempting to discuss cooperation with someone of Mr. Moore's stature. This courage and audacity were definitely not something an ordinary person possessed. An ordinary person, having narrowly escaped unscathed, would have certainly kept their distance and would never have dared to make any contact.

Moreover, Julian sensed a strange confidence in Chen Feng's tone. It was as if Chen Feng wasn't afraid of becoming mortal enemies with his mastermind, and even exuded a faint confidence that he was capable of dealing with Mr. Moore.

Julian wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but there was no doubt that the phone call had completely changed his opinion of Chen Feng. Previously, he'd only thought of Chen Feng as an incredibly lucky pretty boy, but now he was starting to wonder where Chen Feng's confidence came from.
Is it simply because of his special ability to cure cancer that he has become so arrogant as to confront the violent institutions of the Mélix, and even the behind-the-scenes bosses who can command high-ranking figures like him?

Julian thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he could only put it aside for the time being and continue to bury himself in his work. As for relaying Chen Feng's message, he wasn't in a hurry; he could contact that annoying Joseph after get off work and have Joseph pass on the message to Mr. Moore. Meanwhile, on an airplane at 10,000 meters altitude, Yasser was having a private chat with someone through a secret messaging app. The other person was also of Arab descent, making them his compatriots. The two had known each other since they were young more than ten years ago and had maintained intermittent contact over the years.

Yasser was a member of the government army in his hometown in the Middle East, while his compatriot Karim had been an undercover agent for a terrorist organization. Both later successfully gained citizenship, obtained American citizenship, and married and had children there. Now, Karim serves as a sheriff in a local police department in Los Angeles.

Yasser and Karim were discussing Chen Feng. Of course, Yasser didn't go into too much detail, only revealing that Chen Feng was a wealthy entrepreneur from China, and asking Karim if he was interested in making some money off this "fat sheep."

The two of them had done this kind of extra money-making activity many times before; otherwise, they would never have been able to live a comfortable life in this money-obsessed country.

Yasser has three children to support, while Karim has only two, but he has an elderly mother with poor health, whose annual medical expenses are a significant burden. Both their wives are full-time housewives, placing the entire weight of the family's responsibilities on their shoulders. Survival in Merica isn't difficult, but to provide a comfortable life for themselves and their families, their regular income is far from sufficient.

As a grassroots sheriff, Karim actually had far more opportunities to skim money than Bisser, with various "protection fees" alone amounting to a large sum each year.

While Yasser had fewer opportunities, the amounts he received each time were staggering. Like last time, he obtained advance intelligence on a transnational criminal organization, learning that the Department of Homeland Security was planning a targeted operation. He secretly contacted the organization's leader and sold the information, receiving a one-time payment of $500,000. He operated entirely through secret software, keeping it completely undetected. No one in the department knew he had leaked the information, or even that he had obtained it in advance, so he was perfectly safe.

In Asir's view, this was also a very good opportunity to make money. He was carrying out Julian's orders to arrest Chen Feng, and even though Julian later sent a message canceling the plan, Asir believed that Chen Feng was definitely unaware of it. As long as he and Karim cooperated well to set a trap, they could definitely squeeze a huge sum of money out of Chen Feng.

The scheme was simple: one would play the good cop, the other the bad cop. According to Yasser's plan, the local sheriff, Karim, would play the good cop, finding a pretext to arrest Chen Feng. Yasser, on the other hand, would appear at the opportune moment to play the good cop, helping Chen Feng resolve the matter in the name of the Department of Homeland Security. Perhaps they could squeeze a million dollars out of this billionaire, which they would then split, each getting half a million dollars.

However, Kalim disagreed. He stated that he could play the bad cop, while Yasser was more suited to represent the Department of Homeland Security and act as the good cop in carrying out the arrest. Kalim, as the local sheriff, "happened" to be passing by and intervene, then negotiated with Chen Feng for money. Ultimately, Kalim did not want to bear the political risk of illegally arresting a wealthy person like Chen Feng.

For Franklin's sake, after some hesitation, Asier decided to proceed according to Kalim's plan, which meant following Julian's previous instructions. As for the "plan canceled" order he received midway, he simply assumed he hadn't seen it due to a bad signal.

After finalizing their plan, the two simply waited for Yasser's plane to arrive in Los Angeles. They spent nearly an hour meticulously planning, finalizing every detail. Based on the current situation, the plan had an extremely high chance of success.

However, just a dozen minutes after the plan was finalized, Yasser received devastating news that left him breathless.

It was a message from his wife. Just over ten minutes earlier, his son had been violently tackled by an opposing player during a school rugby game, resulting in severe spinal damage and immediate unconsciousness. His wife was now in an ambulance, crying as she told him the news.

Although Yasser had three children, two of them were daughters, and his only son had always been his pride.

Although his son's academic performance was average, he possessed exceptional athletic talent and was a key player on the school's rugby team. He could have been admitted to a prestigious university through a special athletic scholarship. Today's game was extremely important, and his son had hoped that Yasser could be there to cheer him on, but he had to cancel at the last minute due to orders to arrest Chen Feng.

This news was a complete shock to Yasser. Sitting in the cabin, he wished he could hijack the plane and fly back to Washington immediately.

Yasir's eyes reddened, and he could only try his best to calm himself down before comforting his weeping wife and praying that God would bless his son so that he could get through this difficult time.

The time that followed was like an eternity for Yasser. His son was first taken to the hospital operating room, and after more than two hours of surgery, his son was out of danger, but he was likely to be paralyzed.

Upon learning of this devastating outcome, Yasser, who had been suppressing his tears, could no longer hold them back and they burst forth. At the same time, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and wished he could fly back to Washington immediately to tear the person who had harmed his son to pieces.

But he's still on the plane, flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and there's absolutely nothing he can do about it.

Time passed by, and this was extremely agonizing and painful for Yasser.

Finally, after more than five hours of flight, the plane successfully arrived in Los Angeles.

After getting off the plane, Yasser immediately sent a video to his wife, wanting to see his son's condition through the phone camera and hopefully say a few words to his son who had woken up.

After the video call invitation was sent, his wife didn't answer for a long time.

After the call ended automatically, he frowned and sent another call invitation, but it still ended automatically when the time was up.

Ashley immediately had a very bad feeling. (End of Chapter)