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The other party seemed to have ill intentions, so Bai Ye didn't bother with pleasantries and asked directly, "What do you want?"

"I saw online that many companies are preparing to endorse you. The prices they're offering... wow, it seems that legitimate business is indeed the fastest way to make money."

Uncle Li sighed and revealed his purpose: "As for what I want, it's very simple. I just need thirty million US dollars, and all the things you've done in the past can be covered up forever."

"Thirty million? In US dollars." As Bai Ye spoke, murderous intent rose in his heart, but he refused, saying, "Where would I get that much money?"

"As long as you take more orders, the money will roll in for you. I'll give you three days to think it over. If you're not willing by then, Ah Bai, you don't want the whole of America to know about your glorious past, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ye's phone went dead, the other party hanging up first.

"Three days to consider?" Bai Ye looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. "Two days will be enough for these suicidal fools."

The next moment, Bai Ye started running again, heading straight for Chief George's house.

The journey was uneventful. Bai Ye no longer concealed his intentions, quickened his pace, and ran like the wind, arriving at the address George had given him in no time.

If there's any benefit to Bai Ye being exposed, it's that he no longer needs to carefully conceal his physical abilities.

After all, everyone now knows that he single-handedly destroyed the armed robber gang, so it's reasonable that he runs faster and is stronger.

Standing at the door, Bai Ye gently rang the doorbell. After a short while, the door was opened, and a pretty girl with blonde hair appeared in front of Bai Ye.

"Hello, it's nice to see you again." Bai Ye greeted the surprised Gwen gently.

"How... how did you end up in my house?" Gwen looked at Bai Ye in surprise, subconsciously tidying her blonde hair, then put her hands behind her back, her face flushed.

"Is this your home? Sheriff George invited me here for dinner." Bai Ye pretended not to know. In fact, anyone who knows a little about the Marvel storyline would know that Gwen has a chief of police as her father, so Bai Ye was not surprised that Gwen came to open the door.

“My dad invited you to our house for dinner.” Gwen suddenly remembered seeing Bai Ye’s involvement in the robbery during the day and asked worriedly, “I saw the news this morning, are you alright?”

“No, but are we going to keep talking at the door like this?” Bai Ye looked inside, and Gwen realized that she had been so engrossed in chatting that she had forgotten about her surroundings. She took Bai Ye’s arm and led him into the house, then whispered, “Dad is in the room. He has a bad temper, so please be patient with him.”

As Bai Ye listened to Gwen's voice, her warm breath tickled his earlobe.

Suddenly, I have a strange sense of déjà vu. This scene looks too much like a boyfriend visiting his girlfriend's house for the first time. It feels a bit odd.

Thinking this, Bai Ye subconsciously distanced himself from Gwen, because he could hear footsteps approaching from the kitchen.

To avoid excessive attention from this bureau chief, it's best to keep a proper distance.

The next moment, a woman in her forties, wearing a floral apron, walked out of the kitchen.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Bai Ye's face, and her tone softened as she said, "You must be Bai Ye. Welcome to my home for dinner. I'm George's wife; you can call me Aunt Helen. The food will be ready soon..."

Halfway through her speech, she noticed that her daughter, who was standing next to Bai Ye, was now holding hands intimately with Bai Ye, and her face was flushed red under her gaze.

"What's going on here?" Helen opened her mouth in surprise. At this moment, George also walked out of the room with a serious expression. He also saw the scene in front of him and his brain froze.

"Let me introduce you. This is Bai Ye, also an alumnus of Midtown High School. We've met a few times before, but I didn't expect Dad to invite Bai Ye to our house for dinner this time," Gwen said with a smile, holding Bai Ye's right hand.

'They're alumni, and they've met a few times... and then they just started holding hands?' Helen had so many complaints in her mind, but she didn't know where to begin. Especially seeing Bai Ye's bewildered expression and her daughter's shy look, it was clear that her daughter was the one pursuing him. She was even more unsure of what to think.

George, who was even more agitated, wanted to say something, but then he remembered that he was the one who invited the other person over and that he needed their help, so he managed to stammer out, "Let's eat first."

white night:……

He was at a loss for words. Was something amiss? Based on all the current intelligence, Bai Ye even came to a somewhat absurd conclusion: was George inviting him over to act as a matchmaker and arrange a marriage for his daughter...?

Thinking of this, Bai Ye's gaze towards George changed somewhat; she hadn't expected this old man to be so open-minded.

With an indescribable sense of unease, Bai Ye, pulled by Gwen, silently sat down at the table in the chair closest to him.

At this moment, the young children in Stacy's family, who had been eagerly waiting, looked at Bai Ye as he took his seat and asked with starry eyes, "Brother, look closely! Are you my sister's boyfriend?"

"No!" Before Bai Ye could speak, George spoke up first: "He is a guest invited by Dad to discuss matters. Don't disturb him."

"Oh..." The child lowered his head in disappointment. In their eyes, if this handsome older brother was their sister's boyfriend, they would have many opportunities to play with him in the future.

George had just finished admonishing his child when he turned around and saw his daughter intimately huddled with Bai Ye, introducing the delicious dishes on the table and whispering to Bai Ye if she had any dietary restrictions.

Seeing Bai Ye looking uncomfortable under his daughter's harassment, George was speechless.

My own jade cabbage is so proactively starting to rub against the pig...

Chapter 27 Murder is easy, but getting away with it is difficult!

At this moment, in Stacy's home, under George's complicated gaze, Bai Ye was struggling to resist the girl's onslaught.

"Bai Ye, what do you like to eat?"

"You also think my mom's steamed sea bass is delicious? I really like it too."

"It seems we have the same taste in food. Actually, I can cook some food too. I'll cook for you next time."

"By the way, what do you usually like to do?"

……

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was tilting her head and staring at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with silk, Bai Ye turned his head away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

In this world where looks matter, you never know how proactive a girl might be when faced with a boy whose charm is off the charts.

In fact, the girl's flirting skills were not sophisticated, and her persistent approach was even a bit low-class, but her main point was sincerity, which was so genuine that even Bai Ye couldn't resist it.

What Bai Ye couldn't understand even more was why, despite Gwen's obvious gesture, neither of the two parents at the dinner table stood up to speak.

If you don't say something soon, your daughter might start tearing his clothes off!

At this moment, in Bai Ye's eyes, Gwen was a more troublesome person than ten thousand robbers!

After quickly finishing a couple of bites to fill his stomach, Bai Ye turned his gaze to George, who had remained silent throughout.

"The director invited me here today, it can't just be for a meal, right? Now that we've finished eating, can we talk business?"

“Let’s talk on the balcony.” George had almost finished eating and got up to walk towards the balcony, with Bai Ye following closely behind.

Upon hearing that they were about to discuss serious matters, everyone else wisely fell silent and watched the two leave their seats.

On the balcony, George leaned on the railing, looking at the houses in the distance, and said slowly, "Do you know that public opinion about the police department has started to deteriorate significantly today?"

"What does this have to do with me?" Bai Ye retorted. "If your police station had a stronger force, you could have dealt with the robbers sooner, and I wouldn't have needed to take action."

“You’re right, but the New York police officers aren’t superhumans like you; they’re just a group of ordinary people with good manners. That’s why I’m here with you today.”

George looked at Bai Ye and said, "We've called you here today to invite you to join the New York Police Department."

"That's it?" Bai Ye looked at George and asked, "That's it? What happens next?"

"What do you mean, 'behind'?" George was taken aback.

"You're asking me to join the police force without any conditions?" Bai Ye asked, frowning.

"Conditions? What conditions? Considering that your status as a high school student is not sufficient to become a formal police officer, we can only settle for making you an advisor to our police department."

"The conditions I'm referring to are benefits, rights, and the help they can bring me after joining. What are you thinking? Who would join without conditions?" Bai Ye rolled his eyes.

“Well, the police station is a bit tight on funds, but…” George was interrupted by Bai Ye halfway through his sentence.

"Alright, no need to consider it anymore, I refuse." Bai Ye said without hesitation. This penniless guy is still trying to get a pardon, does he really think he's Song Jiang?

"You guys should just go back to what you were doing and take care of those petty thieves. As for the really tough guys, just leave them to the superheroes," Bai Ye said bluntly.

In his view, it was only natural that the New York police were incompetent; how could a group of ordinary people possibly fight against those supervillains?

Spider-Man has only just mutated, and Iron Man is still a playboy, so in the eyes of the public, the New York police seem a bit useless, since expectations and abilities are completely mismatched.

But once superheroes and supervillains explode in number in the future, and people get used to seeing all sorts of superhuman battles, the public will understand that in a superhero brawl, the police are just there for show.

After all, you can't expect one dollar to be worth ten dollars. Accepting the fact that New York police officers are ordinary people makes it much easier to lower your expectations.

George was somewhat annoyed by Bai Ye's attitude: "Hand it over to those superheroes? You mean those people who haven't shown their faces yet? Who knows what their real identities are? Without legal oversight, New York's public order would be in complete chaos by now."

"Oh, right, right!" Bai Ye was too lazy to argue with him and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Since we've finished eating and I've refused your request, and there's nothing else to do here, I'll head back now. See you again sometime."

"Wait a minute," George called out to Bai Ye.

"Is there anything else?" Bai Ye asked, turning around.

"About Gwen..."

"I know, I'll keep my distance from her." Bai Ye gave an OK sign.

"No, you can come over for meals anytime in the future," George said, somewhat aggrieved. He was genuinely dissatisfied with Bai Ye's personality, and his excessive killing and cruelty were unacceptable, but his daughter liked him nonetheless…

"Uh... there's a chance." Bai Ye nodded silently, walked out onto the balcony, and insisted on leaving despite the Stacy family's reluctance to let him go, as he had other things to do that night.

As he stepped onto the street, the cold night wind blew against Bai Ye, making his heart grow even colder. Thinking of Uncle Li's phone call, murderous intent gradually filled Bai Ye's heart.

But we can't do it now. After all, as friends who frequently commit murder know, it's easy to kill but difficult to get away with it.

If Uncle Li happened to call him and then died at home that night, and he had just demonstrated the ability to commit the crime, wouldn't the police be able to directly identify the suspect by checking the call records?

So for Bai Ye, the real problem wasn't killing Uncle Li, but killing Uncle Li without getting caught by the New York police.

Bai Ye already had a clue about this method.

As Bai Ye strolled along the street, he kept thinking about the various documents he had collected before leaving the underworld.

With a spirit level of 1.6, past memories surged like a tide, surging into Baiye's mind.

These memories include the names and appearances of various gang leaders in New York City, as well as basic information such as their home addresses.

Soon, through his memories, Bai Ye quickly locked onto his first target: Brown Rodrik, the leader of the Counter-Gang!

With his goal in mind, Bai Ye walked along the main road that was under surveillance, returned to the club, and then walked out through the back door, which was not under surveillance, and quietly sneaked into a nearby convenience store.

Avoiding surveillance, he took a set of clothes and a pair of shoes from the convenience store, left the equivalent amount in US dollars, and then left.

Half an hour later, Bai Ye took out the item he wanted. After hesitating for a while, he headed towards his home. Before making his move, he realized he had left something important at home, and without it, it would be difficult to achieve his goal.

Chapter 28: Establishing a Character

Nighttime, Brooklyn, New York. On the second floor of a large villa covering several hundred square meters, a brown-haired man in his forties or fifties lay leisurely on the sofa, completely relaxed, enjoying the automated service of the blonde woman in front of him.

The room wasn't just occupied by the two of them; four fully armed bodyguards stood guard nearby, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

As the leader of the Counter-Strike Gang, Brown Rodrik had finally climbed to this position, so of course he had to cherish his life. Therefore, even in such a private moment, he had to be careful, for fear that he wouldn't live to see the end of his life.

His bodyguards were all hired at high prices after serving in the military. They were all muscular men who could take on three men with their bare hands, and they were equipped with bulletproof vests and pistols to ensure that no one could threaten his life.

Standing respectfully before Brown Rodrik was a man with a fierce face, who was his second-in-command.

"Has the AK Party been acting a bit restless lately?" Brown asked casually, glancing at his deputy.