An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Lynn walked out of the room feeling refreshed.

When I went down the stairs, my steps felt light and airy, as if I were floating in mid-air.

That's it, not a single drop is left this time!

Under the relentless pressure from Mrs. Hill and Katie, his once-steel-like body was completely worn out.

Even if you try your best, you can't squeeze out a single bit more.

"Clatter!"

I skillfully lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and felt the slight stimulation of nicotine in my lungs.

Lynn walked out of the house and skillfully got into the weathered, eight-times-old Camry.

Turn the key to start the engine.

"Boom... Rat-a-tat!"

Ignition failed.

Lynn remained completely calm, not even flinching.

It's an old problem, perfectly normal.

Turn the key again.

"Boom boom boom... rattt rattt!"

Still a failure.

The engine only made a few weak gasps before completely stalling.

Lynn remained calm; he was already used to the quirks of this beat-up car.

It's not that he doesn't want to fix it, but the cost of a major overhaul at a repair shop is enough to buy another car of the same model in the used car market.

"Hmm... It's time to get a new car after this month, and I'll also get one for Black Dragon Mike on the left and White Tiger Kane on the right."

With this thought flashing through his mind, Lynn reached out and gently stroked the steering wheel twice, as if caressing a lover, his tone unusually soft:

"Sweetie, don't be upset, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

After saying that, Lynn's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned the key again.

"Boom!"

This time, the engine roared and ignited!

Seeing this, Lynn, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, curled her lips into a satisfied smile: "Good boy, what an obedient little darling!"

To be honest, women are like cars; you have to coax them and use them often to keep them happy.

Otherwise, who knows when something might go wrong.

Of course, coaxing is only one aspect.

When it comes to the crucial moment, you have to drive aggressively to get it completely under control.

"Buzz!"

Lynn suddenly sat up straight and slammed his right foot down on the accelerator!

"Bang bang bang!"

The old exhaust pipe at the rear of the car suddenly spewed out a thick plume of black smoke.

With a metallic roar, the Camry launched itself and sped off!

When the vehicle entered the community's internal roads, Lynn deliberately slowed down slightly.

With one hand on the steering wheel, his deep gaze swept across the sidewalks on both sides, as if searching for some specific target.

Strangely, it wasn't until his car was completely out of the community that he stopped.

No one saw the graceful figure of Park Soo-yeon, the Holy Mother of the Three Realms, jogging in tight yoga pants.

"strangeness……"

Lynn muttered something to himself, but didn't seem to care much.

With a slight thought, a pale blue light screen slowly unfolded before my eyes:

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30 years old

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 66kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV3（400/500）、愤怒 LV0（50/100）、恐惧 LV1（190/200），敌意LV1（5/200）、爱慕LV1（90/200）、尊敬LV1（60/200）

[Skills] General Medical Skills (Advanced), Street Fighting (Beginner), Natural Fragrance (Beginner), Leadership Aura (Beginner), Killing Intent Radar (Beginner)

……

After glancing at it briefly, Lynn nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Aside from the steady increase in weight and strength, the other key mood metrics did not change much.

Fear and anger remain unchanged.

The former is just one step away from upgrading to LV2, while the latter has been accumulating slowly and has not yet reached LV1.

Hmm... except for the "admiration" option.

Ever since that night at Haidilao when he recklessly helped Annie clean up the food supply for her future child, his feelings of affection have inexplicably increased.

It jumps up every now and then, and it's almost breaking the 100 mark!

But that's not the point.

The key point is that there's no idea who provided dozens of points of affection points!

That's ridiculous.

Leaving aside the ten points that were supposedly from the lecturer, just before he left, he had clearly finished his sparring session with Mrs. Hill.

Mrs. Hill, whose buttocks were almost swollen, had already provided a high amount of admiration.

A few minutes later, 10 points inexplicably popped up on the panel again!

You can't guess it, you absolutely can't guess it!

This damn charm is simply annoying.

After a moment of distraction, Lynn shook his head vigorously to suppress the jumbled and useless thoughts in his mind.

Who cares who provided it, as long as the value is increasing.

Even assuming it was indeed provided by the lecturer.

Well... that's not entirely unacceptable.

After all, the admiration value doesn't distinguish between "sister value" or "handsome value," as long as you can draw survival skills!

Besides, he has more important things to do right now.

Today, he devoted the entire day to the Blood Wolf Gang.

"call--"

Lynn took a deep drag to exhale all the smoke from his lungs, then casually flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

His eyes instantly turned cold and stern as he pulled out his phone and dialed Right White Tiger Kane's number.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was answered quickly after only two rings.

"Are you ready?" Lynn cut to the chase without any preamble.

"Everything is ready, Boss, we await your command!"

On the other end of the phone, Kane's voice was completely flat.

It exudes an aura of extreme calmness and professional ruthlessness.

"very good."

Lynn glanced at his watch: "Start the operation promptly in five minutes!"

"clear!"

Only now did a hint of excitement finally emerge from Kane's deliberately suppressed voice.

After hanging up, Lynn immediately prepared to dial another number.

But after hovering his finger over the screen for a moment and thinking it over, he finally decided to edit a text message and send it instead.

After doing all this, Lynn casually tossed her phone onto the passenger seat.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a chilling ruthlessness flashing in his dark pupils:

"Blood Wolf Gang...willing to be my stepping stones..."

"Furthermore, my fear and anger should also be upgraded..."

……

at the same time.

Seattle Police Department (SPD) headquarters building.

Annie's private senior detective office.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the office was so oppressive that it felt somewhat frozen.

Annie crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back slightly in her chair, displaying an extremely obvious and strong posture of resistance and defense.

Her icy blue eyes coldly stared at the man sitting across from her at the desk.

The man was wearing a well-tailored, bespoke suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

He wore an expensive Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, a typical Wall Street elite look.

On the large solid wood desk between the two, a large and eye-catching bouquet of ninety-nine red roses was placed in a very conspicuous manner.

The man opposite her was none other than Evans White, Annie's nominal arranged marriage partner!

"Annie, I admit I was wrong at the police station. I lost control of my emotions and shouldn't have used such vulgar language to insult your... friend."

"I've decided not to press charges against him for intentional assault. I shouldn't have acted so impulsively... Anyway, can you forgive my previous recklessness?"

Evans leaned forward slightly, a smile he thought was the most heartfelt and apologetic he could muster, and pointed to the bouquet of flowers on the table, saying earnestly:

"Look, these are Juliet roses that I specially sent to a top flower farm in Ecuador to be airlifted this morning."

"This type of rose is extremely difficult to cultivate, with a global production of less than ten thousand blooms each year. It represents the purest and most flawless apology; here, I sincerely beg for your forgiveness!"

After listening quietly to Evans's heartfelt confession, which reeked of money, Annie's beautiful face remained completely expressionless.

He simply asked in a cold, businesslike tone, "Are you finished?"

Evans' smile froze, and he nodded subconsciously.

"Okay, I understand. Please leave now, I need to continue working." Annie gave him the order to leave.

"Envy!"

Evans abruptly stood up from his chair, his brow furrowed, clearly annoyed by this unyielding attitude.

Annie remained seated, repeating herself without a trace of emotion:

"I said, this is my working hours. Besides, I have already heard your apology."

"You want to forgive me, right? I forgive you. But now, please take this huge bouquet of flowers away."

The words fell.

Evans' facial muscles twitched violently twice.

Although Annie said she forgave, her unapproachable gaze and the ruthless act of kicking her out showed no sign of forgiveness whatsoever.

This profound sense of alienation made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Clearly sensing Annie's disgust for him, Evans's affectionate facade gradually faded, and his expression turned somewhat gloomy and unpleasant.

"call……"

Taking a deep breath, Evans forcibly suppressed his anger and slowly sat back down, his tone immediately becoming somewhat playful:

"I heard that yesterday the bureau chief personally assigned you a... almost impossible, time-limited cleanup mission?"

Upon hearing this, Annie's delicate eyebrows twitched slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes:

"Your information network is quite impressive; you even managed to find out about top-secret missions within the police department?"

"hehe."

Evans chuckled twice, relaxed back in his chair, interlaced his fingers on his lap, and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone:

"I not only know that the director assigned you this impossible task, but I also know clearly that behind this task... it was actually your father, your uncle, who personally instructed you to do it."

"What do you mean?!"

Annie's expression suddenly turned icy, and she slammed her hands on the table, her icy blue eyes seeming to freeze into solid frost.

"Don't be nervous, Annie, I didn't mean anything by it."

Evans smiled slowly, a hint of smugness in his eyes:

"I just want to tell you that, as the heir of the White family, I can absolutely help you persuade your uncle to retract this absurd order."

"Please don't misunderstand, I'm not doing this for any unreasonable request. I simply want to end the misunderstanding and repair our relationship. I wonder if Miss Annie would do me that favor?"

"Oh?" Annie looked coldly at the hypocritical man before her. "Why, does this sound like a transaction?"

"Of course not!"

Evans vehemently denied it, then his tone shifted, carrying a subtle but palpable sense of pressure:

"Of course, even if you don't agree to my request today, I will still try to persuade my uncle."

"However... I can't guarantee how much weight my words will carry or what the final effect will be."

"Understood."

Annie scoffed, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "After all this circumlocution, in the end, you're still threatening me, aren't you?"

This time, Evans neither immediately refused nor denied it.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping aggressively around the spacious, bright, private office, before finally saying meaningfully:

"Wow, what a nice private office! It's well-lit and away from the noise of the lobby."

"If I remember correctly, this is a symbol of honor specially granted to you by the chief to recognize you as the fastest-solving genius detective in the history of the Seattle Police Department."

At this point, Evans paused, his gaze returning to Annie's face, a smile playing on his lips:

"But if this time-limited mission fails and your genius halo is shattered, not only will you have to take responsibility, but it will also be difficult for the director..."

"By then, it's uncertain whether the owner of this office will have changed."

Upon hearing this blatant threat, Annie, who was initially furious, miraculously calmed down.

She sat back down in her chair, crossed her long legs, and looked at Evans with an expression as if he were a clown, replying slowly and deliberately:

"No need for you to worry about that."

"you……"

Evans's expression changed completely.

He never expected that even after he had said all that, this woman would still be so unyielding!

Just as Evans was getting angry and about to say something more...

"Buzzing—"

Annie's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she reached for her phone and glanced at the screen.

Just one glance.

A moment ago, Annie was as cold as ice, but her icy blue pupils suddenly contracted.

Then a burst of extremely bright, even somewhat fanatical, light erupted!

She suddenly stood up, her movement so forceful that it knocked over the swivel chair behind her.

"You..." Evans was startled and was about to speak.

Annie didn't even glance at him again, completely ignoring him.

He grabbed the sidearm from the table, holstered it, quickly walked around the desk, flung open the office door, and rushed out.

"Attention, Third and Fifth Squads! Immediately drop everything and assemble at the equipment room to collect your full set of tactical gear! Three minutes! Stand by in the parking lot!"

Annie's fierce roar instantly echoed throughout the noisy office hall.

This sudden commotion immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Martin, who was printing documents at the photocopier next to him, looked bewildered as he quickly approached, holding a cup of coffee.

"Annie, what happened?" Martin asked anxiously.

As Annie strode towards the door, she chambered a bullet, her eyes burning with a fanatical fighting spirit.

"Arrest them!"

"Who are you arresting? Why are you making such a fuss?" Martin was still a little confused.

Annie didn't turn around; only three words floated over:

"The Blood Wolf Gang!"