From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

"What the hell?"

After hearing what Seth said, Ye Xiao's previously confused mind seemed to suddenly reboot and instantly regained its clarity.

His grand plan to loot corpses collapsed before it even began?

"What happened?"

"It's still about Arthur."

Seth glanced at the towering pile of files on the table and said wearily, "His congressman father has made his move and is preparing to sue our police department for negligence that led to Arthur's death."

No, can this even be washed?

Ye Xiao was stunned.

Indiscriminate shooting in public, coupled with arson.

Such a serious case would be punishable by execution in China.

Ye Xiao searched for related information online and his eyes narrowed sharply.

Good heavens, he underestimated American politicians and litigators.

The related posts were filled with classic phrases like "heart of gold," "good relationship with classmates," and "likes to help others."

The author portrays Arthur as a pure white lotus flower, an outstanding student at the University of Washington, and the future light of the American flag.

"No, doesn't Arthur's father have another illegitimate child?"

Ye Xiao couldn't help but ask.

"What does this guy have to do with these descriptions?"

"That's the reality of the trenches."

Seth lit a cigarette and gave an awkward, bitter smile.

"In short, that's the situation. Our operations here may have to be suspended for a while."

"Ye, you should be careful too. I heard that Arthur's family is out there trying to destroy evidence against him."

Hearing this, Ye Xiao was stunned.

It really is the land of freedom, America.

Damn it, Arthur, that bastard, is dead, and they still want to whitewash him into a saint?

Go to hell!

"I understand, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiao changed his clothes and decided to go to the hospital to see Qin Mo.

The inpatient ward at the University of Washington Medical Center.

The long table next to the hospital bed was filled with all kinds of food, including American Chinese food from Panda Express, as well as authentic hometown flavors such as twice-cooked pork and steamed pork ribs.

Ye Xiao sat by the window, leisurely enjoying his meal.

He ate very slowly, like Mads Mikkelsen, chewing slowly and deliberately, his movements even showing a touch of reverence for the food.

The body, strengthened by the seed, is craving heat in every cell.

Ye Xiao was like a giant beast that hadn't eaten for who knows how long, his appetite was terrifying.

With bandages wrapped around his head, Qin Mo stared blankly at the bowl of white porridge in his hands, his tone stiff.

"Old Ye, don't I think I'm the patient?"

"That's right."

Ye Xiao pouted: "So I brought you some plain porridge. How thoughtful of me, right?"

"Not a buddy!"

"Then give me a bite!"

Qin Mo jumped off the hospital bed in a hurry and tried to grab the food from Ye Xiao.

Where can you find such good food for white people at a hospital?

It seems like food tastes better when someone else is fighting over it.

Qin Mo finished eating quickly, put down his chopsticks, and said sincerely and earnestly.

"Thanks, Lao Ye. From now on, you'll be coming to see me. I thought..."

"Hey, we're all buddies, why are you saying this?"

Ye Xiao shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice and said in a low voice, "You bought medical insurance, right?"

"Thank goodness I bought it."

Mentioning this incident, Qin Mo, the rich second-generation, was actually a little scared.

"Damn it, the medical expenses were four or five thousand yuan. Fortunately, most of it was reimbursed. At first, I thought the medical insurance was too expensive, but I never expected the medical expenses to be even more damn expensive."

"The only problem is that they don't reimburse the ambulance fee; it's almost as expensive as a plane ticket back to China."

You should be content.

Ye Xiao let out a burp: "Where's the restroom? I need to use the toilet."

"Are you fucking blunt? Over there."

Just as Ye Xiao went to the restroom, a group of four black men wearing jackets suddenly walked into the ward.

The leader was a tall Black man with a blue headscarf, named McCann, whose shoulders were broader than two Qin Mos combined.

"Hello, Qin, I think you should know why I came to see you today."

McCann grinned, revealing his stained yellow teeth, and pulled out a document: "Sign this document, agree not to pursue the Cleveland family's responsibility, and not to disclose any information detrimental to the Cleveland family."

"On what grounds?"

Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, looking displeased.

Damn it, who isn't a rich kid?

Why should I be bullied?

"Because we can guarantee that you can continue to live and study on the West Coast in the future."

The burly man behind McCann laughed rudely: "Young man from Dong, you don't want to live in the shadow of the Crippled Gang every day, do you?"

"Qin, it seems you've misunderstood something."

McCann glanced at Qin Mo with disdain: "Do you really think Seattle is as safe as you imagine? Do you know that quite a few international students go missing every year in the United States?"

This blatant threat enraged Qin Mo completely.

"Damn it, you think I'm afraid of you!"

Qin Mo pulled out his phone: "I'm warning you, if you don't get out of here, I'm calling the police!"

"Hahaha!"

Qin Mo's threat not only failed to intimidate the gang members, but instead provoked an even more contemptuous jeer.

"Do you think those police officers can protect you forever?"

"Let me tell you, my brothers are all illegal immigrants, we're not afraid of those cops!"

McCann glanced at Qin Mo disdainfully: "I've left the contract here. If you've thought it through, come find me at McCann's auto repair shop in the North District."

After saying that, he arrogantly left the ward with his men.

"What the hell is this day?!"

After the ward door closed, Qin Mo slammed his fist on the table in shock and anger.

Damn Arthur, he bullied him when he was alive, and he's still haunting him now that he's dead!

Qin Mo felt like he was being driven crazy, and he gradually came to understand why his senior brother had chosen to take such an extreme path.

Damn, America is so corrupt!

So should he swallow his anger and continue his studies?

Should we fight those bastards or just go back to China?

"What happened?"

Ye Xiao then came out of the restroom.

"It's nothing."

Not wanting to implicate Ye Xiao, Qin Mo could only say dejectedly, "Old Ye, I'm a little tired. You should go back now."

"Oh, I'll be going now."

"etc!"

Just as Ye Xiao was about to leave, Qin Mo suddenly called out to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Bro, be careful these next couple of days."

Qin Mo was still a little worried: "Arthur's family has hired a gang, which might be detrimental to us international students."

"Oh, don't worry."

Ye Xiao smiled and offered words of comfort.

"They might get killed by a passing superhero tomorrow."

"Dude, you're overthinking it. This isn't Gotham, how could there be superheroes here?"

"Do you think this is a movie shoot? Are you making a triumphant return?"

"Maybe so, get some rest."

As Ye Xiao stepped out of the ward, a cold smile slowly curved his lips as he silently added a sentence in his mind.

If we just kill all those bastards, what do we need to be careful about?

It's like being given a pillow when you're sleepy.

Ye Xiao was in dire need of corpses when Arthur's family sent over these illegal immigrants.

A corpse is worth $20,000, and four people are worth $80,000!