People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 168 The Brave Ones in the Sea of ​​Fire

The next day, Su Lun pushed open the door of the firm, carrying several paper bags that were still steaming.

Last night, he was tormented until the early hours of the morning because he swallowed the Moon Pearl in one gulp.

Unable to fall asleep, he went out and spent half the night as a helpful neighbor, giving a free set of bone-setting therapy to a few thugs wielding knives.

Even so, even though he didn't sleep a wink all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

On the contrary, nourished by the Moon Pearl, he felt refreshed and his energy seemed inexhaustible.

As soon as she entered, Suren saw the furry little guy.

Little monster Gizmo sat on the carpet next to the sofa, his short legs crossed, his front paws holding a plastic ball, having a great time playing by himself.

This little guy is very smart. He knows what he can and cannot do, and he hasn't made any mistakes so far.

Seemingly drawn by the aroma of grilled sausages and cheese emanating from the paper bag, Gizmo immediately dropped the ball and crawled over.

It crept up to Suren's feet, its two furry little paws gripping Suren's trouser leg, its big eyes looking at him pitifully, and it squeaked.

Suren glanced down at it, her lips twitching slightly.

When I came back from outside yesterday, this little thing was hiding behind the sofa and baring its teeth at me.

Now they're offering themselves up to play the victim.

So, the main focus is on face-changing, right?

"Go upstairs and call Carrie down to eat with us."

Suren lifted her leg and pointed towards the second floor.

Gizmo loosened its claws, nodded, and used all four limbs to rush towards the stairs.

Just then, a slight noise came from upstairs.

Carrie, dressed in loungewear, rubbed her sleepy eyes as she came down the stairs.

But when she saw Suren carrying breakfast, her previously dazed expression instantly cleared, and even a hint of panic flashed across her face.

"Suren—I'm sorry, I overslept. I was supposed to prepare these things."

Carrie hurried downstairs. She had gotten herself into big trouble, but she was fortunate enough to be taken in by Patty and Suren, who even provided her with a safe place to stay.

In return, she took on all the housework and meals, which was only natural.

"stop."

Suren placed the breakfast on the coffee table, interrupting her from what she was about to say.

"It's just buying breakfast, don't put so much pressure on yourself, there aren't that many rules here."

He pointed to the sofa, "Go wash up, don't keep me waiting too long."

After breakfast, Carrie took the initiative to clear the table.

Holding the empty paper bag, she stammered, "Suren, if you don't have any other plans today, we—"

"Can we go see a movie?"

Seemingly afraid that Suren would refuse, he quickly added another reason: "The refrigerator is empty, so I thought I'd go to the supermarket to buy some fresh ingredients."

"The firm even has a refrigerator?"

Suren was somewhat surprised, because when he was with Uncle Dante, he never let him eat leftovers.

Because when he earns some money, he either pays the electricity bill or takes himself out for pizza; if they don't have money, the two of them go hungry.

"Patty bought it before, saying it was to make it easier for me to store ingredients."

Carrie explained in a low voice.

"it is good."

After thinking about it, Suren accepted Carrie's invitation.

I've been working non-stop lately, so I might as well relax for a few days.

He had originally planned to investigate the Armitage family today.

However, given the size of the other party, they can't escape their fate, so a few days earlier or later won't make a difference.

Suren took out her phone and sent a message to McLean, asking him to check the background of the Armitage family first.

Strangely enough, he hadn't been able to contact McLean since last night, even though he had originally planned to send him some sales figures.

After all, it was this old fox who had been helping Carrie when she lost control and killed someone last time.

Otherwise, the police won't release Patty just because he pays a bail.

Perhaps he's on vacation recently? He did look very tired the last time I saw him.

Carrie's face lit up with joy when she heard his agreement.

She quickly ran out the door to throw away the trash, then ran upstairs.

Suren sat back on the sofa and scrolled through her phone to pass the time.

Girls, you know how much time it takes to get ready before going out.

I randomly browsed a few websites or apps, and no matter which one I clicked on, they were all reports about the fire at the suburban bar a few days ago.

To be precise, there was an overwhelming amount of publicity for "Low Shoulders Band".

The webpage features various eye-catching titles, such as "Heroes Who Went Against the Flames" and "Ordinary Heroes Who Commemorated Their Lost Souls with Music."

Suren frowned slightly as she looked at the almost overwhelming push notifications.

While risking one's life to save others is certainly commendable, isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?

The screen was filled with marketing press releases, and a special album commemorating the victims was released at breakneck speed.

It seems too much like a product of capital operation, because only capital will not go against money.

After glancing through the comments section, I saw that most of them were unanimously praising the trend, but there were also a few rational voices expressing doubt and disgust.

A moment later, footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

So fast?

Suren looked up in surprise, her eyes lighting up.

Carrie didn't put on heavy makeup like other socially active girls.

She simply applied a touch of light pink lipstick to her lips, which brightened her somewhat pale complexion.

But what amazed Suren the most was her dress: an extremely form-fitting light-colored dress, with a few exquisite hand-embroidered flowers adorning the hem.

She wore a beige knitted shawl over her shoulders.

This outfit is neither too flashy nor too dull, perfectly complementing her naturally gentle and quiet temperament and adding a touch of girl-next-door charm.

"Did you make this outfit yourself?"

Suren stood up and complimented, "It looks great."

Upon hearing this compliment, Carrie's cheeks instantly flushed.

"Yes—I really enjoy making my own clothes."

She lowered her head somewhat shyly and said softly, "If you don't mind, I can make you a new outfit. But it will take you a little time to take your measurements."

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you when you get back tonight."

Suren readily agreed.

The coat he's wearing now was actually custom-made along with his Uncle Dante back then.

The main advantage is saving money; for a single style of clothing, there's no need to create a new mold.

Suren was already used to wearing them. Clothes are just patched up and mended for another year. As long as they can keep out the wind and rain, there's nothing to be picky about.

In the end, he'll still have to rely on his face to keep things going.

The little monster Gizmo, who had been hiding behind the sofa, immediately jumped out and squeaked loudly when the two were about to leave.

Carrie chuckled, bent down, and patted its head. "Want to come out and play with us too?"

Gizimo nodded excitedly, its two front paws gripping the door frame.

Carrie looked up at Suren.

Suren looked at the little creature. Leaving it at the office might cause trouble, so he could only warn it, "I can take you out, but behave yourself and don't run around causing trouble, or I'll stew you tonight."

Gizmo understood the threat in Suren's words, and trembled with fear as he jumped into Carrie's arms.