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

The night was like a bottle of thick ink that had been spilled, splashing wildly across the sky above Seattle.

The salty sea breeze blew through the car window, dispelling all the day's restlessness.

On the road leading to Lighthouse Mountain Community, Lynn casually rested one hand on the steering wheel, her fingertips tapping out the rhythm of the melody playing from the car stereo.

But I'm a creep...

I'm a weirdo……

What the hell am I doing here……”

I don't belong here...

I don't belong here...

Radiohead's classic song "Creep" echoed through the train carriage.

The lead singer's languid and decadent voice blended perfectly with the tranquil night.

Lynn was in a pretty good mood at the moment.

Tonight, I not only filled my stomach with authentic Tokyo University carbohydrates, but I also had a groundbreaking physical encounter with that aloof and silly policewoman.

Of course, tonight's date wasn't perfect either.

Apart from the disgusting fly named Evans who popped up in the middle, he ultimately failed to get Annie home.

Instead, at the other party's insistence, they were taken to the police station.

However, this is understandable.

If Annie were to take him home tonight, he would have to think twice about whether she was after his kidneys.

As the familiar streetlights of the Lighthouse Hill community came into view, Lynn casually lit a Marlboro cigarette.

As wisps of smoke rose, a smile appeared on his chiseled face.

He deliberately insisted on paying for tonight's meal.

$277 is definitely not cheap, even without a service fee.

But he paid the money willingly.

It would be a complete waste to simply use up the favor that Annie owes him over a meal!

This favor should be used only at the most crucial moment, or better yet, it should never be used at all.

As long as this favor is not repaid, there will always be an unbreakable bond between him and Annie, allowing them to advance or retreat as needed!

You're never too old to learn; these tricks are just the tip of the iceberg of what Xiaoshan's most affectionate friend has taught you.

But when used to deal with those seemingly shrewd but actually naive new-age independent women in America, it's like a game of cat and mouse, a complete and easy victory.

As my thoughts raced, the dilapidated Camry drove onto the community's internal roads.

Most of the detached houses on both sides had their lights off, with only a few houses still lit up on the second floor.

"At this hour, Mrs. Hill and Katie are probably fast asleep..."

Lynn muttered something to himself and slowly increased the pressure on the accelerator.

With the engine humming weakly, the car steadily drove into the depths of the community.

……

Meanwhile, at Mrs. Hill's house.

Master bedroom.

The warm, orange glow of the lamp illuminated the silk sheets.

Mrs. Hill, wearing a pink, tight-fitting nightgown, was lying on her side on the soft bed.

A cascade of brilliant blonde hair fell across the pillow.

The tank top she wore was clearly a size too small, which perfectly showcased her voluptuous and mature figure.

Viewed from above, the exaggerated curve presents a perfect S-shape.

The exposed skin was as white and smooth as porcelain.

Her lower body had white legs with an alluring ivory sheen, and her calves were round and firm with clearly defined ankles.

"Sigh~"

Mrs. Hill suddenly rolled over and lay flat on her back in bed, and couldn't help but sigh.

Although the clock on the wall had already pointed to the dead of night, she was not sleepy at all.

Whenever I close my eyes, Lynn's face involuntarily appears in my mind.

That indescribable sense of loss left him feeling constantly empty inside.

"Forest……"

Mrs. Hill pursed her lips, her fingers interlaced, looking conflicted.

If that little rascal really doesn't come tonight, then she'll probably have to fend for herself.

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

Just then, the familiar sound of an engine, growing louder as it approached, reached my ears.

Upon hearing the sound, Mrs. Hill's eyes lit up and she sat up abruptly.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals!

As she lay back down, a smile appeared on Mrs. Hill's face.

He turned around, opened the bedside table drawer, and carefully took out two packets of Space Dust from the deepest part, placing them under his pillow.

……

Almost at the same time, in Katie's bedroom on the second floor.

The moment I heard that familiar engine sound.

The girl, who had been tossing and turning in bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

……

The living room on the first floor.

With a soft creak, Lynn pushed open the door and entered.

Before he could even take off his coat and put on his slippers, he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Hill’s master bedroom door automatically opening a crack.

A warm breeze, a blend of expensive perfume and the scent of a mature woman, quietly seeped through the crack in the door, bringing with it an intensely ambiguous atmosphere.

Seeing this, Lynn's lips slowly curved upwards into a smile.

The old saying was right: at thirty, one is like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger.

This profound saying from the University of Tokyo is equally applicable in the United States.

"Bro, we have to work overtime tonight."

Lynn casually loosened his shirt and tie, and resolutely strode forward.

Lynn hurried to Mrs. Hill's door, stopped, and knocked twice, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Mrs. Hill? Is she asleep?"

The next moment, two hurried footsteps were heard.

Then the door was yanked open!

As a fragrant breeze wafted over, Mrs. Hill wrapped her arms tightly around Lynn's neck and clung to him like a koala.

Before Lynn could even speak, she felt her breathing become difficult.

"Slow down..." Lynn pushed Mrs. Hill away as she was about to say something.

Mrs. Hill spoke first: "Come in quickly... I have a surprise for you."

"Oh? What surprise?" Lynn's eyes lit up.

Mrs. Hill didn't say anything, but simply pinched the hem of the suspenders and slowly pulled them up...

Instantly, Lynn's pupils contracted to a slit!

The first thing that came to mind was...

Kane's honorary title of right-hand man is likely to face an unprecedented threat tonight!

……