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Chapter 206 "Daddy is home!" (Seeking monthly votes)
Unlike the noisy and bustling atmosphere of ordinary bars, the interior bars of the Ritz-Carlton are elegantly and tastefully decorated, without glaring neon lights or deafening music. Every guest is graceful and composed, enjoying a tranquil time.

But inside one of the bar's booths, the atmosphere was extremely somber, seemingly out of place with the outside world.

Harold rubbed the wine glass beside him, his eyes fixed on the laptop in front of him. A series of code data was constantly scrolling and refreshing, turning the old man's face blue.

At his feet, Brian and Stuart sat obediently, their tongues lolling out and their heads occasionally glancing around.

On the left is John Wick, with long, flowing hair. He seems to have healed his emotional wounds and has quietly returned to North America.

Sitting next to him was Clyde, dressed like a cowboy, who looked like he had just returned from a bull riding competition in Texas.

Opposite them, Anna was still dressed as a supermodel, wearing a tight-fitting, backless long dress with her two long legs in bright stockings swaying gently.

Her aloof face was hidden behind sunglasses, with only her full red lips sucking on a cigarette.

Without exception, all four of them were extremely sparing with their words.

Therefore, even though many men and women in the bar cast admiring glances at John or Anna, none of them dared to approach them and ask for their contact information.

Indeed, even Clyde now looks incredibly masculine, and this redneck style is very popular with women in Florida.

The silence was quickly broken.

"Well~Well~Well~~~"

Rorschach put his arm around Case's waist and strode toward the four of them with a smile.

At this moment, one of them was wearing sunglasses, a wide-necked shirt with an exposed neck, and a burgundy leather jacket, while the other was wearing a tight-fitting, low-cut leather jumpsuit. They looked like two party animals, showing no trace of the disheveled appearance they had on Termination Island.

Upon seeing Rorschach, the expressions on their faces relaxed in unison. Even the most stern-faced John Wick shifted his position to make room for him.

However, Rorschach plopped down next to Anna, pushed her inside, and then sat between the two women with Keith in his arms, adopting a posture of embracing both of them.

"First, let me ask you a question."

Rorschach raised a hand to stop Harold from speaking, then looked around and shrugged before asking, "Are we filming some Hollywood movie? Ocean's Eleven or Heat?"

He traced his finger across the crowd, his tone growing increasingly harsh: "You are being hunted by the biggest assassin organization in the underworld; you are being hunted by the CTU and the FBI; and the CIA and KGB would love to tear you to pieces."

"As for Harold, there's no need to mention him. If the Federation knew your identity, the 1st Armored Division of the Army would probably have to come out and bombard you with artillery fire."

“So now tell me,” Rorschach frowned at them, “why are you all like Hollywood crime stars who’ve just pulled off one last heist and are about to retire, swaggering around a five-star hotel bar?”

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The four looked at each other, and finally Harold asked in confusion, "Aren't you the same? No, you even brought a strange woman with you."

“Because I am confident that I can easily escape from any extreme environment,” Rorschach said matter-of-factly.

Now, he not only possesses upgraded and powerful skills, but the enhanced physique from [Overload Tyrant - Melee Domination] alone makes him confident that he can kill through a special forces unit without taking any damage.

Although there hasn't been a chance to verify it yet, just looking at Case's infatuated and adoring eyes tells you how amazing this improvement is.

But Harold and his friends assumed Rorschach was just going crazy on the End Island and was overconfident.

“Don’t worry about us, Rorschach.”

Harold explained, "The machines have taken control of all the hotel's surveillance and network, so our information can't get out. Besides, we're not as 'famous' as you."

"OK, I was just casually reminding you."

Rorschach stopped dwelling on the topic, smiled, and waved for two Long Island Iced Teas. "What were you guys discussing? The atmosphere was so tense."

Everyone fell silent, but their gazes all turned to the woman clinging to Luo Xia.

"Oh, let me introduce myself to everyone."

Rorschach pointed to the Latina girl beside him, "Case, my racing partner on Termination Island. Although she wasn't of much help, she's a reliable guy."

Case politely stood up and greeted everyone with a smile.

But apart from Harold, Anna and the others were either fiddling with their wine glasses or looking into the distance, not even glancing at her.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Case awkwardly withdrew his hand and subconsciously made a face at Rorschach.

To be honest, although from Rorschach's words it wasn't hard to guess that these people were all wanted fugitives, and that they involved privileged law enforcement agencies like the CTU and CIA—definitely top-ranking super criminals—Case was certain he didn't recognize a single one of them.

If she hadn't known Luo Xia's identity, she might have actually thought it was a Hollywood star dinner party or a gathering of models.

After all, these people were handsome men and beautiful women, and they didn't look like vicious criminals at all. As for Harold, he clearly acted like a manager.

“Rorschach, you’ve gone a bit too far this time,” Anna said coolly. “Ever since you came to Termination Island, we’ve been gathering evidence to help the old director get acquitted, making preparations for your get-out-of-jail-free card, and even infiltrating the island beforehand to collect intelligence. But you…” Her eyes behind her sunglasses glanced sideways at the Latina girl who was sitting on half of Rorschach’s lap, and she said sarcastically, “You’re so eager to get into bed with a woman as soon as you get out. What, were you bored in prison? Can’t you even last a few minutes?”

"Uh...this."

Rorschach found it difficult to explain this problem.

He couldn't very well tell them that he was in such a hurry because he needed to upgrade his skills, and that as for Case, that girl was just a side effect.

After all, in Rorschach's view, this woman posed no threat to him. As a low-income immigrant, he only had his mother in California to rely on.

Moreover, having sex after a major battle was an old habit of his.

“Alright guys, I admit I didn’t think this through.” Rorschach patted Anna on the shoulder and raised his glass to Clyde and the others. After taking a sip of his drink, he turned and winked at Case.

"What's wrong?" Case asked, looking bewildered.

"You can go back to your room upstairs and wait for me, or you can go straight back to California."

Rorschach pulled a wad of cash from his wallet and handed it to her. "When you get to California, I'll send you your new identity card and transfer some money to your mother's account. Go live a normal life."

There's an Eastern saying that goes, "A night of marriage brings a hundred days of kindness." Rorschach has always been generous with his kindness towards women who are not his professional partners but with whom he has had casual affairs.

However, Case's reaction completely exceeded his expectations.

The Latina girl not only refused, but also threw the entire stack of banknotes at Rorschach's face, cursing like an enraged leopard: "Do you think I'm some roadside pheasant? You bastard! If you didn't want to date me, don't be so eager to shove your dick into my pussy! Fuck you!"

“Watfa? Wasn’t that consensual?” Rorschach argued in a low voice. “And it was you who took the initiative! I didn’t give you any promises!”

So you can do it six times in a row? You bastard!

"Shit, shut up, girl. Do you want everyone to know?"

"Now you want me to shut up? You were urging me to open my mouth the whole time when you were in the room!"

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Luo Xia was speechless after being choked by this sharp and straightforward rebuttal.

He never imagined that this casual, seemingly ordinary relationship would hold such significance in the heart of this Latin American girl.

Finally, Case glared at Rorschach with eyes that could tear flesh out, tossed aside the scattered banknotes, and turned to leave in his ten-centimeter Jimmy Choo heels.

Halfway there, as if finding her shoes in the way, she suddenly kicked off her high heels and rushed out of the bar barefoot.

This is exactly like a rampaging version of Samantha from "Sex and the City".

"Fuck. What the hell is this?"

Luo Xia shook his head speechlessly. At this moment, he was both angry at Case's behavior of not giving him face in public, and at the same time, he admired the other party's straightforward style. He cursed under his breath, feeling conflicted.

Meanwhile, the people at the table were already on the verge of losing their composure.

Opportunities to see Luo Xia get his comeuppance are rare, let alone when the other party is a woman.

These guys were all burying their heads and biting their lips, even John was pursing his lips, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

“I have to say, I’m starting to admire her a little.” Anna raised an eyebrow as she watched Case’s departing figure. “Give me her contact information later. I’ll soothe this little wildcat’s wounded heart for you tonight.”

Harold shook his head and sighed, "I warned you before, Rorschach, you have to control your desires, or you'll fall for a woman sooner or later."

"Alright, alright. Enough with the nonsense, I'll handle her."

Luo Xia waved his hand impatiently, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "What's wrong with you all? You all look terrible. What happened?"

Harold paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I tracked down Chief Griffin's last movements in Florida and discovered he went there."

“Little St. James Island, I know it,” Rorschach interrupted directly. “Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know first?”

“Two days ago, in addition to the existing armed forces, a Delta Force team was stationed on the outer perimeter of the island,” Harold said in a deep voice.

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

Even Delta Force has been mobilized?

But so what?

Seeing the solemn expressions on the faces of the people at the table, Luo Xia suddenly chuckled: "I know you've all been exhausted these past few days, and now you have to face an even stronger enemy, so it's understandable that you're a little shaken. But don't worry, my children."

He downed the drink in one gulp, slammed it heavily on the table, and a wild smile spread across his face.
"Daddy is home!"

(End of this chapter)