America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Just then, a dark gray Toyota sedan slowly drove into the farm.

The car looked new and business-like, but it seemed out of place in this place full of dirt and cow dung.

The car stopped, and a middle-aged white man wearing a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses got out.

He glanced at the departing workers and the dilapidated house, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly masked it, replacing it with a professional smile.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen An?"

Chen An stood on the steps, still holding the warm can of cola in his hand, looking down at the uninvited guest.

"Yes, I am. If you're selling insurance, I suppose I already have a shotgun."

"Haha, Mr. Chen is so humorous."

The man in the suit pulled a business card from his briefcase and handed it over with both hands. "I'm Smith, the project manager from Red Rock Development Company."

"We are very interested in your land, as well as Mrs. Miller's land next door. Would it be possible to discuss this further?"

Hongyan Development Company.

Here it comes.

It was faster and more direct than Chen An had anticipated.

Chen An didn't take the business card. Instead, he opened his Coke, took a sip, and said casually, "Let's chat? Sure."

"But I don't have chairs or coffee. All I have is a newly repaired roof and a shotgun that might accidentally go off if you don't get out of here."

Smith's smile froze on his face.

"Mr. Chen, I think you may have misunderstood. The price we offer will definitely satisfy you."

"You've only just inherited this land, and the $20,000 in taxes... that's no small amount."

"We are willing to pay this amount for you, and we will also give you an additional $200,000."

"For a young person, this is a huge sum of money that can buy them a trip to California beaches and a chance to enjoy life."

Two hundred thousand.

They bought 120 acres of land, plus the underground water source that could be worth tens of millions.

This is practically treating a beggar like this.

"Two hundred thousand?" Chen An burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke.

He crushed the empty Coke can and tossed it into the nearby trash can with a loud clang.

"Go back and tell your boss. This land, even if it's overgrown with weeds, belongs to the Chen family. As for the neighboring property... that area is under my protection now too."

Chen An walked down the steps and approached Smith step by step.

"If you dare to call Sarah again to harass her, or send one of those black jeeps to scare the kids... I'll have Sheriff Reynolds busy again. Understand?"

Smith took two steps back, his face darkening.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. The winds in Montana are strong; sometimes they can blow people away."

"It's alright, I have a 500-pound cow to weigh me down."

Chen An patted Smith on the shoulder and helped him brush the dust off his spotless suit.

"Get lost. Before my dog ​​bites you. Although I don't have a dog now, you can pretend I do."

As the Toyota slunk away, Chen An's eyes turned cold.

Now that the opponent has drawn their sword, we can no longer just defend without attacking.

It seems it's time to see what this "devil's throat" mentioned in the diary is all about.

And, more money and more connections are needed.

Perhaps Katie, that hot-tempered genius cook, could be of some other help?

………………

After a night of spring rain, the air in Montana was filled with the fresh scent of freshly turned earth.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

When Chen An came out of the bedroom, the aroma of frying bacon and coffee was already wafting from the kitchen.

This should have been his lonely and desolate bachelor kitchen, but now it has an uninvited female hostess.

Sarah was wearing an ill-fitting apron, busy in front of the gas stove with only two burners.

She hummed a lighthearted tune, her long golden hair casually tied into a bun, revealing her slender, snow-white neck.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around.

The look in his eyes has changed.

It's no longer just polite conversation between neighbors, nor is it merely a desperate search for refuge like it was yesterday.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with a tenderness and submissiveness that only a woman who has been thoroughly pampered possesses.

Good morning.

Sarah put down the spatula and walked over like a big cat waiting to be petted.

She naturally straightened Chen An's collar, then stood on tiptoe and pecked him on the lips.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Her face flushed slightly, and her voice carried a hint of shyness.

"It's great. Even that damn mattress feels softer now."

Chen An reached out and put his arm around her waist, giving her pert buttocks a pinch without any hesitation.

"Especially after someone warms my bed for me."

Sarah gave a soft snort, her body went limp, and she glared at him reproachfully: "You're so annoying... Hurry up and eat, I made two portions."

"Um... I need to go back and check on things later. The children need to go to school, and the feed company's truck is arriving soon."

Sarah now seems to have her heart completely tied to Chen An.

Tom's imprisonment seemed to relieve her of a huge burden, while Chen An's forceful intervention filled all the voids in her life.

"Okay. Remember, if anyone calls you again to bother you, tell them to come directly to me."

Chen An sat down and cut a perfectly cooked soft-boiled egg.

"Yes, I know." Sarah nodded obediently, her eyes full of satisfaction as she watched Chen An eat heartily.

………………

After seeing Sarah off, who was beaming with happiness, Chen An did not succumb to the allure of romance.

He has a very important task today.

He changed into a neat windbreaker and high-top hiking boots.

Rain boots are not enough for walking in the mountains where there are no roads.

He had an M1911 pistol tucked into his waistband, a machete slung across his back, and a rather old double-barreled shotgun.

Finally, he stuffed two empty mineral water bottles, a flashlight, and a bundle of climbing rope into his backpack.

"Let me see what this 'Devil's Throat' that you vampires crave is all about."

Chen An took out George's diary and checked the location on the hand-drawn map again.

Then he plunged headlong into the dense primeval forest behind the farm.

………………

Sunset Creek Farm has a long, narrow, funnel-shaped topography.

Ahead lies flat pastureland, the terrain gradually rises until it cuts into a branch of the Rocky Mountains.

There, jagged rocks abound, and the vegetation has changed from broad-leaved forests to towering fir and pine trees.

It took about two hours to walk.

The surrounding terrain became treacherous.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer soft humus, but slippery rocks covered in moss.

Chen An had to wield his machete from time to time to cut down the thorns and vines blocking his path.

"call……"

Chen An stopped on a boulder to catch his breath and took a sip of water from his water bottle.

According to the map, it should be in this vicinity.