A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

Dinner was great.

With Nalin's culinary skills and Li Qi's wealth, the women's standard of living rose accordingly.

"This steak tastes amazing, darling, your cooking is incredible!" Li Qi showered Nalin with praise, providing her with strong emotional support.

The women were full of praise, and Lola chimed in, "Indeed, I've never had such a unique steak before. Is there some special way it's prepared?"

Nalin smiled somewhat shyly, "I just added some spices from the East; these were all bought by my master..."

Looking at Li Qi, the deep love in her eyes was undisguised.

Li Qi silently endured this love, feeling incredibly proud.

How can barbecue taste good without cumin and chili powder? Do you know how much effort it takes to buy these spices?

Although it's not a traditional Western way of eating, Li Qi really likes it, and being reborn, he certainly can't treat himself badly.

"Honey, I'm going out tonight. Be careful at home..." Li Qi said habitually, then brought up the system panel and began to check the information of the women.

After looking around, I didn't find anyone with psychological problems.

Li Qi was somewhat disappointed, but it was also expected. It seemed that this task could not be completed as quickly as before.

After dinner, Lola didn't want to get involved in Richie and Julie's date, but she couldn't bear to part with them, so she clung to Richie and wouldn't let him go.

Li Qi could only comfort her: "I texted her saying I'd thought it through and wasn't going to join the police force, but she told me she'd found out my past and I had no choice but to go. Don't worry! I'm not as casual as you think."

Lola squinted, looking completely unconvinced.

Li Qi was speechless. He hadn't expected that he was seen this way in her eyes. But after thinking about it carefully, Sophia and Nalin outside were living examples, so there didn't seem to be any reason to argue.

So what if I'm a womanizer?

Can't it?

Silently screaming in his heart, Li Qi, empowered by his "liar" and "psychologist" skills, quickly comforted Lola, told Sophia to take good care of her, and then left.

Disguised as Nick, Richard followed the navigation to the address Julie had sent him.

This is an upscale community, with stricter security at the entrance, more professional security guards, and obviously better equipment.

The security guard contacted Julie, confirmed Li Qi's identity, and registered him before letting him through.

Arriving at Julie's house, Li Qi parked his car, thought for a moment, took out his phone, and dialed Julie's number instead of going directly to knock on the door.

"I'm at the door. It might not be what you expect. Please don't shoot me."

The door opened, and Julie, holding her phone in her left hand and her right hand by the door, asked warily, "You...who are you?"

"Rich White." Richie shrugged. There was nothing he could do; after all, the other guy had found out all about him.

To be able to trace her origins back to a slip of the tongue, it has to be said that Angelina Jolie truly deserves her reputation.

Julie looked incredulous, took a step back, and opened the door: "What is this? An impersonation? It looks so much like Nick Grant!"

As Li Qi entered, he saw the shotgun that Julie had hidden by the door in her right hand.

Goodness, it's a mini version with the barrel sawed off.

Julie sat down on the sofa and, without asking any questions, poured Li Qi a glass of whiskey on the rocks, waiting for him to reveal the mystery.

Li Qi didn't hide anything and spoke the truth.

There's no need to hide it anymore; my file is right there on the coffee table in front of me.

"I was injured in an accident while on duty. During my recovery, I developed drug and alcohol dependence, which gradually led to financial problems, and then... you know."

Julie listened intently, and after a long while, she nodded and said, "It's a pity for someone as talented as you. The police force really doesn't pay its junior officers enough."

Li Qi remained noncommittal. The original owner's depravity to the point of wandering and dying was not solely due to the low pay of the police force.

With a monthly salary of $7,000, rent alone costs $2,500 to $3,000. After deducting food, drink, and other necessities, how much money is left?

It looks respectable, but its ability to withstand risks is shockingly low.

To put it bluntly, in America, being a police officer means risking your life on the streets. You never know which car or person might be holding a weapon that could suddenly fire a burst at you, resulting in serious injury or even death.

This is just a regular street patrol, not counting the arrest of criminals, nor the potential for intimidation and retaliation that might follow.

From the public's perspective, they certainly don't like it when the police are so neurotic and look at everyone as if they are criminals.

But from a police officer's perspective, the choice is simple: either nervously eliminate any potential danger or die.

The original owner of this body was accidentally injured while on duty. The recovery process was not smooth, and he was always in a state of stress from gunshots, so much so that he was almost unable to work normally.

In order not to affect his work and life, he secretly drank alcohol and abused drugs. In the end, his condition continued to deteriorate until he became addicted to drugs, lost his job completely, and was ruthlessly killed.

Li Qi had this past event in his memory, but he didn't care about it.

The original owner was a spineless North American coward. What does that have to do with me, the successor of Dongda University?

They're about to die, yet they're still following the rules. If they were Chinese people, they would have already risen up in rebellion.

Does the saying "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven" hold true?

Li Qi also understood that this way of thinking came from the hundreds of years of indoctrination of the masses by the Americans from top to bottom. This was completely different from the idea that the University of Tokyo taught dragon-slaying techniques in the political textbooks of junior high school, which was part of the nine-year compulsory education system.

The instructor genuinely hopes that ordinary people will stand up and monitor the operation of society; he is truly teaching everyone something...

His thoughts drifted far and wide as Li Qi picked up the glass of wine. This wasn't the first time he'd drunk alcohol since his transmigration, but it was the first time he'd tasted such a strong liquor.

A jumble of memories surfaced like sediment; the taste of Moutai, Wuliangye, and even whiskey and brandy were indistinguishable...

I took a small sip; it was not bad, a familiar taste.

Julie had been observing Li Qi, and seeing this, she said softly, "You're very lucky to have broken free from drug and alcohol addiction and still be so healthy. That's very difficult."

Li Qi twirled the exquisite whiskey glass in his hand, asking casually, "You also have an alcohol dependency, don't you?"

Julie was taken aback, her gaze shooting towards her like lightning.

Li Qi shrugged: "I've taken some psychology courses on my own, and I can tell you have mild depression, right?"

Julie was completely stunned, and asked in a somewhat flustered manner, "There's no way a third person could know about this. Are you really sure you could tell?"

Li Qi knew what she was worried about, so he quickly reassured her, "You've hidden it very well. Most people definitely wouldn't be able to tell. Even a psychologist would need a certain level of expertise to be able to tell. Don't worry."

Julie didn't relax at his words and asked suspiciously, "So, your skill level is higher than that of the average psychologist?"

Li Qi smiled modestly, took a sip of wine, and said calmly, "It's not that high, probably only a little bit higher."

"I'm pretty sure my therapist wouldn't tell you this. We've only known each other for two days, it's impossible for you to have made such preparations to deal with me beforehand..." Julie easily convinced herself and believed Li Qi's words.

He then asked, "So, do you have any ideas on how to solve this problem for me?"

Li Qi came for this reason, and he was afraid she wouldn't ask!

"Of course! I have an advantage that most psychologists don't have..." Sitting on the sofa, Li Qi stretched out his right hand and beckoned Julie with his index finger. "I can become an incredibly close friend with you, and after that, everything will be easy."

"Would you like to give it a try?"