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

At 8 p.m., night completely enveloped the Dengtashan community.

Along the street, a few lonely streetlights cast a pale glow, stretching the shadows of the trees long.

Compared to the warm and lively scene in the afternoon, Lighthouse Hill now appears incredibly empty and desolate.

The streets are no longer filled with children speeding around on skateboards, nor with neighbors leisurely strolling and walking their dogs.

There wasn't even a single person in sight.

Only a few cars occasionally flashed their lights, speeding past like ghosts.

Day and night seem like two completely different worlds here.

This situation may seem strange to outsiders, but it is perfectly normal in America.

Because Seattle during the day and Seattle at night are completely different cities.

While Seattle at night may not be as charming as the famous Gotham City, it is certainly no less vibrant.

As soon as night falls, all sorts of shady drug addicts and shady characters will roam around.

Lighthouse Hill is not exactly one of the poorest communities.

It won't be like there are gunfights going on everywhere at night, or you have to be careful of being shot in the head by stray bullets even when you're at home.

But it's not exactly a high-end, wealthy neighborhood with high walls, barbed wire, and fully armed private security.

Therefore, once night falls, any normal person with a sound mind will not wander around the streets aimlessly.

Right here in this deathly silence.

At the end of the street, a sudden engine sound came from what sounded like an elderly person with asthma coughing violently.

"Cough... Boom... Cough..."

With this jarring noise, two dim halogen lights tore through the night.

A dilapidated Camry bumped along the road to Mrs. Hill's house and slowly came to a stop.

The driver was none other than Lynn, who had just returned home after running errands outside.

Inside the car, Lynn skillfully turned the key to turn off the engine, but he did not immediately push the door open and get out.

Instead, he leaned back wearily in his chair, slowly took out a cigarette, and lit it.

"hiss--"

Lynn took a deep breath, feeling the spicy nicotine churning and boiling in his lungs, before exhaling a long puff of smoke and swearing under his breath:

"Damn, I'm exhausted!"

It usually takes at most an hour to drive from Honggou Street back to Lighthouse Hill, but tonight it took more than two hours!

He should have been comfortably soaking in the bathtub by now.

The culprit behind all of this is this Camry that has changed hands countless times, an eight-times-hand car.

This lousy car has been jerking all night, it's been driving in a choppy, intermittent way, and the power is not smooth at all.

There were even several times when we almost broke down on the road.

"It's time to get a new car..."

Lynn squinted and muttered to himself as he stroked the worn-out, shiny steering wheel with one hand.

Given his current financial situation, he could easily afford a decent used Ford pickup truck, if not a top-of-the-line luxury car worth millions.

Even a slightly cheaper used sports car can be easily acquired.

After all, in America, used cars are ridiculously cheap, practically dirt cheap.

Sometimes the price of a used car is not even as much as a year's car insurance!

However, the thought had barely crossed his mind when Lynn dismissed it without hesitation.

If it weren't for the mess with the Blood Wolf Gang, he would have replaced this beat-up car without hesitation.

But the situation is different now. Although the Blood Wolf Gang has been destroyed, the Black Dragon Society has just been established and is in dire need of rebuilding.

In addition, food delivery companies are in the midst of intensive planning.

There are money holes everywhere, and all of this requires a large amount of funding to support it.

In comparison, changing cars can only be postponed a little longer.

"call……"

A thick smoke ring was exhaled onto the steering wheel, and it slowly spread out above.

Lynn reached out and patted the steering wheel twice, as if soothing a pet, a faint smile curving his lips, his tone tinged with amusement:

"Honey, you don't want to be dragged into a junkyard tomorrow and crushed into a flat sheet of metal by a hydraulic press, do you? So... try a little harder!"

After saying that, Lynn extinguished the phone and got out of the car with a flourish.

As I closed the car door, my gaze instinctively swept over the familiar two-story building in front of me.

Lynn's brows furrowed deeply involuntarily.

The entire house was pitch black, with not a single window letting in any light.

Lynn subconsciously raised his wrist and glanced at the time on the watch face.

That's right, it's only 8 p.m. now.

There's no reason why Katie and Mrs. Hill should both be asleep at this time.

It's understandable that Mrs. Hill went to sleep; women in their thirties always pay extra attention to their appearance, and it's normal for them to go to bed early for a beauty sleep occasionally.

But Katie, that energetic night owl with a head full of whimsical ideas, would never turn off the lights before two or three in the morning.

How could I possibly be sleeping so early today?

With this question in mind, Lynn quickly walked up the steps and skillfully took out his key from his pocket to open the door.

"Squeak—"

With a slight scraping sound, the door was pushed open smoothly.

Lynn's movements were so practiced and seamless, as if he were the owner of the house all along.

An unsuspecting passerby who saw this scene would definitely think he was the male head of the household who had just returned home from get off work.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Lynn, who was standing in the entryway, looked knowing.

His slightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and a wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips.

He knew it! How could both mother and daughter sleep so early!

Looking down the stairs, the door to Mrs. Hill's master bedroom on the second floor was not fully closed.

Instead, it was deliberately left slightly ajar, with a crack about two or three fingers wide.

A sliver of warm, orange light quietly spilled out through the crack in the door, casting an ambiguous band of light on the dimly lit corridor carpet.

A faint, lingering scent of perfume seemed to permeate the air, instantly elevating the ambiguous atmosphere to its peak.

"Tsk!"

Lynn couldn't help but smack his lips, his mind instantly recalling the alluring scene of Mrs. Hill's feigned indifference that night.

Ha, looks like some people are itching for a fight again, deliberately leaving the door open...

Lynn skillfully kicked off his leather shoes, put on his own slippers, and slightly twisted his neck, his bones making a crisp popping sound.

He stretched his muscles, which were stiff from driving for a long time, and stared intently at the crack in the door gleaming with warm light, muttering to himself:

"Tsk! Looks like... tonight's going to be another exhilarating, high-octane driving session..."

……

The dim light outside Mrs. Hill's door cast an indescribable ambiguity.

"Knock knock knock—"

Lynn leaned against the door frame and gently knocked on the door.

He deliberately lowered his voice, his tone slightly magnetic as he tentatively inquired, "Mrs. Hill, are you asleep?"

After he finished speaking, there was only dead silence inside the door, with no response whatsoever.

Upon seeing this, Lynn immediately chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

How naive! Is this woman still playing hard to get today?

"Squeak—"

Lynn stopped knocking and instead grasped the handle and slowly pushed the door open.

As the door swung open, he immediately saw the high-rising blankets on the soft, large bed.

Judging from its graceful silhouette, there was clearly a person hidden inside.

Without even guessing, Lynn immediately deduced that Mrs. Hill was definitely inside.

However, in his relaxed state, he did not notice that the silhouette under the blanket seemed to be a whole size smaller than usual.

"Mrs. Hill! Shall I come in?"

Lynn closed the door behind her, her voice, full of double entendre, echoing softly in the quiet room.

However, the outline on the bed remained as still as ever, without any movement.

"Oh?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, his face showing no anger but rather a great interest.

As he slowly approached, he unbuttoned his shirt and chuckled softly.

"What? Want to try something new today? Role-playing? Cosplay? Or... an incompetent husband? A sleeping boyfriend? Or perhaps... a secret with your best friend's boyfriend?"

In a short moment, countless classic learning materials flashed through Lynn's mind.

He knew these scenes all too well!

As soon as he finished speaking, the silhouette on the bed still did not offer any verbal response.

But Lynn keenly noticed that the silhouette seemed to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Noticing all this, Lynn's lips curled up even more, and a wicked fire was ignited within her: "Then shall I just come in?"

As they spoke, Lynn had already skillfully removed his clothes, and then knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and slowly crawled toward the outline of the bed.

Instead of abruptly pulling back the covers, he positioned himself on the bed, leaning closer to her silhouette and softly blowing warm air into her eyes.

"I'm really coming in! If you don't say anything... I'll take that as a yes~"

The silhouette under the blanket trembled violently again, but the person inside remained clenched their teeth and kept silent.

"Very good! It seems you've put on a very good show, Mrs. Hill! Let me test you out then!"

Lynn chuckled softly, then with a sudden burst of strength, yanked the heavy blanket off.

As the blanket was thrown off, a familiar pink silk slip dress came into view first.

Lynn was all too familiar with this incredibly alluring battle robe.

His unique DNA once lingered on it!

Following closely behind was the exposed curve of her back beneath the nightgown...

"Um?"

Before he could even appreciate it for a moment, Lynn's brows furrowed tightly, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The body before me, dressed in a pink silk slip dress, had skin on its back that was as white as milk, and the curves beneath the tight straps presented an alluring S-shape.

There wasn't even a trace of extra clothing below her hips, perfectly embodying Mrs. Hill's long-held principle of honesty and openness.

But the problem is... something is clearly not right.

This curve looks noticeably smaller!

Especially the curve of the buttocks.

If Mrs. Hill's previous curves were likened to a ripe full moon, they would be of the highest quality, like a top-grade Yangshan peach.

So the curve in front of you right now is like a green apple that has just grown and has not yet been fully developed!

Most importantly, if Mrs. Hill were lying here, her waist would inevitably sag in a habitual way.

Because she knows how to make it easier and more comfortable for the driver to operate the vehicle.

But at this moment, the body in front of me clearly did not make any deliberate attempts to please me.

He was tense all over, looking very inexperienced and stiff!

"call!"

Lynn took a short, spasmodic, deep breath of cold air, his heart skipping a beat.

If the person in front of me isn't Mrs. Hill, then in this house there is only...

Just as Lynn's mind was trembling violently and his brain was racing.

The body that had been lying motionless on the bed suddenly sprang up like a nimble little leopard!

A fragrant breeze wafted over before Lynn could even react.

The slender yet powerful figure had already flipped over and, with a skillful move, pinned him down.

"Katie! It's you!"

Lynn was deeply shaken, staring wide-eyed at the girl riding on his back.

Without making any move to resist, he simply let Katie take the absolute top position.

Seeing Katie's face flushed red, but her eyes filled with a resolute determination, Lynn blurted out instinctively:

"How could it be you! Where is Mrs. Hill?"

At this moment, his heart was in turmoil.

He really didn't expect that the person hiding in Mrs. Hill's room wearing her pajamas would be Katie!

No wonder he was pretending to be dead and not saying a word.

"Mrs. Hill?"

Katie looked down at Lynn, her chest heaving violently, seemingly due to nervousness and excitement.

She paused, then bit her red lips meaningfully and said, "Mrs. Hill won't be back tonight! Tonight... you're mine!"

Having said that, she gave Lynn no time to react.

With swift and wild movements, he reached out and ripped the remaining fabric off Lynn's body!

"this……"

After a brief moment of shock, Lynn was at a loss for words, feeling a strange and inexplicable feeling.

He had just made up his mind this afternoon that he would definitely find an opportunity to sleep with Katie.

As soon as I got home that night, I found out that they had set me up.

Isn't this...?

Isn't this exactly what I wanted and exactly what I desired?

Thinking of this, a dangerous glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed Katie's extremely restless little hand!

"What's wrong?" Katie's wrist was grabbed, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears of grievance.

She clenched her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, and asked, "Are you... are you still going to reject me?"

Seeing the girl's pitiful yet stubborn appearance, Lynn grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "No."

Lynn suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and in the instant Katie cried out in surprise, the tables turned in a dizzying spin:

"I just... don't have the habit of being pinned down!"

A moment later, Lynn looked down at Katie, who was lying limp and her eyes were sparkling.

Just as he was about to make a move, a wonderful image suddenly flashed through his mind, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"By the way, aren't you the captain of the cheerleading squad?"

Lynn's fingers lightly traced the lines of Katie's taut legs, his voice rising like a devil's: "Can you do the splits?"

……