The male supporting character was actually myself.

Actually, there's plenty of room for maneuver. You can try your best to survive in the script and continue to explore more unknown plot points, just like game levels!

The more levels you clear, the better the rewards!

Jiang Chen gave it a helpless look. "Do you still need to figure it out?"

Isn't this just the obvious rule of the game?

Judging from the updated plot, this batch of smuggled weapons will obviously cause some trouble.

But he was more curious about whose people the fake policeman was working for.

Anderson? His Majesty the King in the capital? Or perhaps some unknown force yet to emerge?

My task this time is to assist the protagonist in writing the legendary story of a mafia family, which is relatively not too difficult.

At worst, once you've explored enough of the story, you can fight your way through and even push the protagonist to the throne if he wants to be king!

Blue Shell Bar was still noisy, but apart from a drunken Ed, none of the Owen family members were there.

In a dark and damp basement, Benson, Lily, and Lucy sat on either side of a long table.

Seeing the two of them enter, Lily spoke first: "Susanna is helping out inside, I think it should be finished soon."

"We dragged that kid back, who was paralyzed with fear. He confessed everything before I even asked him anything." Benson pushed up his gold-rimmed round glasses, his slightly high hairline neatly combed.

He used elegant and precise language, speaking slowly and deliberately: "That kid is only nineteen years old, from the countryside, and hasn't been in this line of work for long."

The middleman was named Billy, a relatively unknown pimp.

I have already sent people to investigate the details.

He didn't know who he was working for; he just followed orders because they paid him.

He usually lives in a small rented room on the lower street, and Yana will call him to come to her place when she needs him.

They've been together for less than two months.

The only valuable information they received was that Yana would use the excuse of watching horse races each week to meet a 'perverted' guy.

After returning, she often complained, and it is said that she was made to taste all kinds of wines mixed with unknown ingredients.

On several occasions, he would even whip her with a horsewhip until her whole body was covered in bloody welts.

As for who the other person was, this kid named Woody knew absolutely nothing.

Joyce lit a cigarette for Jiang Chen with a match, slowly exhaling white smoke from her thin lips. "Girls, go back and rest. Some topics are not suitable for you to hear during the interrogation."

As he spoke, he glanced at Benson with his deep eyes.

Chapter Five: I Have a Better Plan

Benson, a slightly chubby man with a kind face, shrugged and said helplessly, "You can't blame me for this. That guy was terrified. He started screaming and confessing everything as soon as he was dragged out of the sack."

The girls were all listening nearby.

If you don't believe me, ask them. I yelled: Shut up! Shut your stinking mouths!

As a result, not only did that kid disobey, he also fucking peed himself...

The somber atmosphere of the basement lightened because of his exaggerated description.

Lucy covered her mouth and laughed, "We're adults now, Joyce, it's just that kind of thing, right?"

Aside from being disgusting, it's nothing serious.

“That’s right, the women of the Owen family aren’t hothouse flowers. When you were on the battlefield, the mafia family’s business was entirely supported by women!” Lily said, emphasizing her point.

Her thick black hair had bangs that covered her forehead, and her fluffy, slightly wavy short hair was held back by a pearl headband, making her fair face appear small and delicate.

Joyce shrugged and looked at her softly, "Now the men are all back from the battlefield."

"Alright, girls, you really should go and rest," Benson urged. "If you don't want to look haggard, it's better to avoid staying up late."

Lily and Lucy pushed their chairs away, slightly annoyed, and left.

Joyce and Jiang Chen sat down and each lit a cigarette. Screams and cries could be faintly heard coming from inside.

After finishing a cigarette, the door opened.

"Clang!" April threw a handful of blood-stained steel needles onto the long table.

Her eldest daughter, Susanna, looked at Jiang Chen with pity. "I'm so sorry, Daniel."

Joyce glanced at her brothers and gestured with her long, bony fingers for them to continue.

“She betrayed us after Daniel went to war.” April lit a cigarette, then elegantly flicked out the match, took a deep breath, and slowly began to speak, “Just as we all know.”

Everything was fine before Daniel went to the battlefield.

The change happened six months after you went to the battlefield, and for a long time we had no news of you.

If I remember correctly, it was during the Battle of the Sanir River.

Before Daniel left, he left her some money, and later she was also allowed to collect her monthly soldier's allowance.

Now I know that Joyce also gives her five pounds every month.

The money you two brothers have given her a very comfortable life, and while your intentions were good, Yana has clearly become restless because of this windfall.

During the time Daniel lost contact with, she thought you were dead.

Having squandered money recklessly and accumulated little wealth, Yana felt she was likely to lose the financial support of the Owen family and was eager to find a new home to avoid having to work hard to earn money.

As you all know, the woman Daniel chose was indeed very beautiful. She possessed stunning beauty and a great figure, but unfortunately, when God gave her a beautiful face, He forgot to give her anything special in the head.

I don't know if it's because he's been smoking too much marijuana or if he's just naturally mentally deficient.

She actually went to the racetrack to look for new prey.

The substantial income certainly provided Yana with the capital to dress stylishly and flamboyantly in a custom-made lace gown at Anderson Jones's grand horse race.

Ten pounds for one night.

It is said that Yana did not hesitate to let Anderson stuff the money down her collar and rub it for a while in front of so many people.

After Anderson learned her identity, he ordered her to remain on that street as an informant, reporting all our every move.

"Good heavens." Joyce crushed her cigarette butt and tossed it away, slamming her high-heeled boots onto the bench. She stared at the ceiling and laughed self-deprecatingly. "For the past few years, we've been like naked people watching us without even realizing it!"

Jiang Chen rubbed his hands together and asked in a deep voice, "How many clues did she provide?"

“That’s the good thing,” April said with a raised eyebrow. “That’s the advantage of being part of the family, my dears. No one outside the family can know anything about us.”

Including Yana.

At most, she reports on some well-known things every week; there are no secrets.

Anderson gave her the following orders: keep a low profile; do not make friends to avoid being discovered.

Of course, the rewards were also very generous, especially after some strange things were stuffed into him; Anderson was very lavish in his spending.

It's obvious that someone who earns at least two thousand pounds a day from horse racing and smuggling wouldn't mind spending a few dozen pounds a month to support a beautiful, obedient woman who can also provide intelligence.

Susanna washed the blood-stained needles in a basin, then tossed him a razor. "Go on, Daniel. We all know how you do things."

For God's sake, you didn't get to hear some of the descriptions firsthand.

Otherwise, she wouldn't still be inside regretting and crying.

"Host, does she want you to kill that woman?" The little white cat was so frightened that its fur stood on end. "Although the original owner's character in the script is only described as ruthless, you wouldn't actually do something so terrible, right?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the gleaming razor, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and turned to Joyce, saying, "I have a better plan."

"Damn it!" Benson cursed, pushed up his gold-rimmed round glasses and shook his head, "Daniel, you're not going to chop him into pieces with an axe like before, are you?"

Please, if you really do that, you'll have to clean the interrogation room yourself this time.

Last time you used an axe, I had to wash it five times to get it clean!

Joyce frowned slightly. "I'll clean it up. This time, nobody's stopping him. Let him do what he wants!"

“Take it easy, young man. You’ll definitely meet a better girl in the future.” April stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and reminded him, “Remember to gag her before you start, shouting can disturb other people’s sleep.”

Susanna, holding the cleaned steel needle, followed her mother out of the basement.

“The axe is on the bottom floor.” Benson followed him out. “I’ll just say goodbye in the living room and I’ll go clean it up. I don’t want the smell of blood to rise up. You know it’s almost the rainy season, and the dampness mixed with the smell of blood doesn’t smell good.”

Only the two of them remained in the basement.

"Do you need me to leave?"

Faced with Joyce's concerned and inquiring gaze, Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile. "I'm telling you guys... Second Brother, I've been on the battlefield since I was eighteen, and now I'm twenty-two. I'm no longer that impulsive young man."

I've said it before, I really don't care.

That's not Joyce trying to fob you off.

If I remember correctly, you went to see Anderson Jones but were turned away.

Given the family's current situation, we need a legal horse racing license to continue developing, which is why you went to him.

"What a perfect opportunity! Why would we kill that woman?"

Joyce stared at him with her deep blue eyes and said, word by word, "The family business is indeed very important, Daniel, but in my heart, family comes first."

That woman betrayed and deceived you.

They even deceived everyone and manipulated me completely.

You can tear her to pieces as long as you can vent your anger, without worrying about who she's connected to, understand?

As for how to obtain legal documents, that's my problem to solve, not yours.

Do you still want to talk about Chapter Six?

"Waaaaah, I love this domineering gangster brother so much!" The little white cat was so moved that it cried buckets of tears, wiping its nose with a handkerchief. "My dear host has finally met a protective male lead, and I'm going to be pampered for once!"

Joyce took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, lit it, blew a smoke ring, and pointed to the interrogation room door. "Don't think about anything, just do whatever makes you happy. I'll stay here, call me anytime if you need me."

Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head. "Right now, I just want you to hear my plan."

Fifteen minutes later, the two brothers came out of the basement and into the living room.

Joyce poured two glasses of wine and handed one to his brother.