People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 559 Don Quixote the Knight (2-in-1, requesting monthly votes)

"Sleep?" Don Quixote shook his head, leaned against the door, and raised the two bottles of whiskey in his hand. "I was thinking of going to sleep."

He glanced into Li Wei's room: "Are you busy?"

"What do I have to do?" Li Wei laughed, letting him carry the wine inside. "You and He En handle the company matters, and Anya takes care of my daily life. I'm the most idle person in the whole family."

Don Quixote made no comment on Livy's modesty, but instead came in with his wine and sat down at Livy's table.

"Something strange happened today too," he muttered to himself as he pulled the cork from his bottle. "I've been trying to drink all day, trying to get that slightly tipsy feeling, you know? But I just can't seem to get drunk." He looked at Li Wei. "Is it related to you? Has your physical condition improved again?"

Li Wei thought about the benefits brought by his improved physique and said, "There should be some connection. And it's not just alcohol; you'll also have more resistance to high temperatures and diseases."

"That's amazing," Don Quixote chugs whiskey straight from the bottle. "Won't your physical abilities really grow indefinitely one day? Like Superman, flying at the speed of light and lifting the Earth?"

Li Wei pursed his lips. "Um..." He paused, then hesitated, "It probably can't be done..."

Bar?"

Don Quixote remained noncommittal, then took another sip: "Since there's nothing else, how about having a couple of drinks with me?"

"Okay," Li Wei picked up the bottle, "It's been a long time since we've had a drink alone together."

"He's forgotten his family because of women," Don Quixote muttered. "Drink!"

Li Wei unscrewed the bottle cap with two fingers and began drinking with Don Quixote.

Soon, both bottles of whiskey were emptied, but Don Quixote still didn't seem to have had enough.

"You finished it so quickly?" He clicked his tongue. "I'll go get two more bottles."

"It's too much trouble to carry two bottles at a time," Li Wei laughed, standing up abruptly. "Let's drink in the living room, I'll go get them from the wine cellar."

"That's fine too," Don Quixote stood up as well. "I'll go tell the cook what we should make."

The two walked out of the room one after the other, and Li Wei headed downstairs.

As he walked down the corridor, he glanced at the light shining through the door of the three women's room.

Light was shining through the doorway, indicating that no one was asleep. Li Wei listened carefully.

Voices could be heard coming from Anya's room; it sounded like she was on the phone.

Judging from the content of the conversation, it seems that she is arranging for Katya to bring all of her clothes to the manor for her to choose from.

The phone rang in Kim Ha-eun's room, but she was arranging business related to LW Company.

Elizabeth's room was very quiet, with only the faint sound of turning pages. She seemed to be fully prepared and not in a hurry at all.

Li Wei entered the spacious and quiet living room, where only the crackling wood burning in the fireplace provided any atmosphere.

He went to the wine cellar on the basement floor, casually took more than ten bottles of wine, and then returned to the living room.

Don Quixote had already sat back down in the middle of the sofa. Seeing that Li Wei's hands were empty, he paused for a moment and asked, "Weren't you going to get some wine?"

Li Wei sat down on the sofa, waved his hands, and more than ten bottles of wine appeared on the table.

Don Quixote paused, then chuckled, "You actually forgot about that ability of yours? How could I possibly possess that?"

Li Wei shook his head with regret. This ability was from the spatial equipment included in the [Shadow Wizard's Smuggling Ring], and could not be inherited as the ability of the Beacon of Sanctuary.

"Come on, drink up," Levi casually unscrewed a bottle of Macallan and filled Don Quixote's glass. "It's been quite quiet today."

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Don Quixote glanced at the manor next door through the French windows; the lit room on the second floor was Lily's room.

"Is Lily still studying?" Levi glanced at her, following Don Quixote's gaze. "Is she working so hard?"

"It's only right to work hard," Don Quixote complained, as he mentioned his daughter. "I've been spoiling her too much lately."

"Oh?" Li Wei poured himself a glass as well. "How so?"

"Not just me," Don Quixote scoffed, "but you brothers and sisters-in-law too, especially Horne, buying a Lamborghini when she doesn't even have a driver's license."

Li Wei recalled Lily's earlier statement about learning to ride horses to avoid disappointing Don Quixote, and shook his head, saying, "Lily is almost a young woman now; I don't think she'd go astray."

"It's not that I'm going astray," Don Quixote sighed, "I'm just afraid of this change."

"change?"

"Change," Don Quixote repeated, "fortune changes too quickly."

As he spoke, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and waved it in front of Li Wei: "Guess how many calls I get a week now? How many of them are from people I wouldn't have answered when I was down on my luck? But now, after so long, even with connections, I can only reach my assistant."

"What about Julian?" Levi suddenly remembered. "How is Julian?"

"Julian..." Don Quixote's expression didn't change much. "He never tried to contact me. Maybe he's already accepted it."

Li Wei clicked his tongue. On this point, Julian was also willing to accept defeat and acknowledge his loss.

"To change," Don Quixote raised his glass, "to the upheavals we have experienced in the past."

"To the earth-shaking changes we are about to witness in the future," Li Wei said, raising his glass as well.

"Yes," Don Quixote downed his drink in one gulp, "fate is a damn strange thing. Tell me, how many years has it been since we last met?"

"More than two years," Li Wei said, "starting from when we were living in the basement."

"Yes," Don Quixote hummed, then suddenly said, "You know what? I drove past Eighth Avenue, near Sunset Park, a couple of days ago."

"Oh?" Li Wei said, "What did you discover?"

"The basement where we used to live, and the whole building," Don Quixote said, "is going to be torn down and replaced with new luxury apartments."

"Didn't you buy it to reminisce?" Li Wei joked. "After all, it's the place you lived in for so many years."

"Nostalgia my ass," Don Quixote said irritably. "That godforsaken place, freezing in winter and scorching in summer, teeming with spiders and cockroaches..."

"Why reminisce when you're just friends with mice?"

Once Don Quixote starts reminiscing about the past, he can't stop talking.

"Speaking of Julian, do you remember the Montblanc pen?" Don Quixote said. "You were going to Yale and needed a letter of recommendation, so I bought a pen with the money I earned from selling my blood—over $800—and took you back to JPMorgan Chase to find Julian."

"He even complained about it," Li Wei said.

"Did he look down on it? I can't quite remember," Don Quixote said, his head shaking as the alcohol took effect. "I only know that he once showed off his collector's edition Macallan, and I bragged that I used to use my Macallan as a mouthwash." He swirled the liquor in his hand and grinned. "I was definitely showing off back then. It's a bit of a waste to use such good liquor as a mouthwash."

"But you're worth billions now," Li Wei joked, "would you really care about such a small amount of money?"

"It's not about money," Don Quixote's reaction gradually slowed. "By the way, did I say something to you that day?"

"Yes," Li Wei said, "you said you're my elder, and you'll protect me."

"Yes, that's right!" Don Quixote slapped his thigh. "Later, on my 45th birthday, I told you I was going to Gambi."

The Noah family stole things.

"Steal the ledger," Levi added. "I stopped you. I told you those are armed mafia members, it's too dangerous."

"Yes, steal the ledger," Don Quixote said. "I didn't hear you."

"I was scared at the time," he said, sighing. "Who knows how fate will unfold? I still had to take the gamble."

"At that time, I thought, I'm already this old, if I don't take a gamble, I'll rot in this basement for the rest of my life. I have to get up and get custody of Lily back—and you, a 17-year-old kid, who came all the way across the ocean to come to me, you can't be eating discounted vegetables with me for the rest of your life, can you?"

"So I sent Jose to steal the ledgers," he said, his gaze drifting away, as if he were back to that late night more than two years ago. "That night, I parked the Toyota in a dead-end alley in Queens. You know what I was thinking?"

Li Wei shook his head.

"What I was thinking at the time was that I regretted it," Don Quixote said.

"If José gets caught, how am I supposed to explain this to his wife?" He took sips of his drink. "If he betrays me, where am I supposed to run with you? And if I get caught, how are you going to survive?"

"But José escaped," Levi said.

"But José ran out," Don Quixote nodded. "He clutched what he was holding tightly as he got into the car. I didn't have time to ask anything. I drove around Queens for a long time to make sure no one was following me before I dared to drive toward Bell Ridge."

"It wasn't until we got home and reviewed the situation that he said it was because God was with him, it was because of the Lord's protection," he said as he recalled. "I also said at the time that with such a big risk, the fact that it was able to succeed inexplicably is something we should thank God for."

He started laughing as he spoke.

"A mafia underground casino, of all times, had a power outage; the office where the ledgers were kept, of all times, was unlocked," he said. "At that moment, I was thinking, this luck really is God helping him." He suddenly paused and looked at Li Wei.

Li Wei also looked at him.

"That night...it was you, wasn't it?" Don Quixote said.

Li Wei paused for two seconds, then nodded: "It's me. After all, I can't watch you all be in danger."

Don Quixote paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, and then burst into laughter, bending over backward.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That idiot Jose is still saying it's a miracle!" He said, shaking his head. "I always thought I was protecting you and worrying about you, but I didn't expect you to have taken care of the most dangerous place. I've been indulging in self-pity all these years."

"No," Li Wei said, "feelings can't be calculated like that, and it's also my fault for not telling you sooner."

"Tell me what? Tell me you're actually a superhero with superpowers?" Don Quixote waved his hand. "If you had told me that back then, I probably would have thought you were crazy."

"Anyone would have kept it a secret," he said. "If it were me, I would have kept it a secret too. Who knows if I told them and they'd be arrested and dissected?"

Li Wei nodded. This was also his concern, which was why he had kept it a secret and had never told anyone about it.

"You've done more than you think," Levi said. "Much more than you realize."

Don Quixote activated his system, and in the early stages, his sleepwalking was the only way for Livy to gain attribute points.

Although Don Quixote may never know that his sleepwalking successfully fooled the system and that he was a valiant golden knight in the system's eyes, his help to Livy in the early stages was undeniably important.

Don Quixote hesitated for a moment, then said, "To be honest, I want to give you some advice, or help you..." He then gave a wry smile, "But to be honest, I don't know what the world will be like after next week."

"Some people will worship you like a god, while others will call you a devil."

"Some people will beg you to save them, and some people will beg you to kill them."

"Some people will demand that you take a stand, some people will demand that you choose sides, and they will demand an explanation."

"Everyone—politicians, churches, Wall Street, the Pentagon, the White House, the United Nations—everyone wants to take something from you."

He looked up at Li Wei and said, "I just hope you can hold on and not be coerced or held hostage by anyone."

"You are free, and you should not be influenced by anyone."

Li Wei looked into Don Quixote's sincere eyes.

The light and message emanating from those eyes was pure familial affection, devoid of any desire, unlike the gazes of many others Li Wei had encountered.

"Do you know what Lily said to me in the car on the way to the stadium?" He suddenly smiled.

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"What did you say?"

"She said that when everyone knows I'm Superman, the whole world will worship me, and then I can enforce the law globally, patrol constantly, and fight evil," Li Wei said. "She also asked me if she could become a superhero in the future, and she even thought of a name: she wants to be Super Lily."

"No wonder she's been so focused on fashion design these past few days," Don Quixote's lips twitched. "There are all sorts of messy drawings on the walls."

"I told her that becoming a superhero or superman isn't my idea," Levi pointed to himself. "My powers don't come from any government serum, I don't have a vibranium shield made by the government, I don't want to wear my underwear on the outside, and there are no supervillains in this world, so why should I be a super vigilante?"

He looked at Don Quixote: "So the things you're worried about won't happen to me. Fighting crime and eradicating evil are not my job."

"As for them threatening me," Levi shrugged, "I'll make them think twice."

Don Quixote breathed a sigh of relief and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The two clinked glasses again, drinking and chatting happily. After finishing four or five bottles of fine wine worth tens of thousands of dollars, Don Quixote finally couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the sofa, snoring.

Li Wei carried him back to the room that had always been reserved for him in the manor.

The room where Don Quixote had stayed for a long time was still kept tidy, with a knight's armor placed in the corner.

Don Quixote didn't take it with him when he moved.

When Li Wei left the room, he stared at the armor for a while, lost in thought.

Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the bed.

Don Quixote sat up again in his sleep.

"Long time no see, my friend," he said in a booming voice.

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