America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

Miller suddenly sighed and threw the notebook back onto the table.

"Fine, Chinese Kung Fu plus luck... The Ministry of Internal Affairs would probably laugh out loud at this reason, but I can't be bothered to care."

He lowered his voice.

"To be honest, I'm asking partly out of curiosity, and the other part... is to thank you."

Chen Ming was taken aback.

"Thank me?"

"The blond guy you sent to the emergency room robbed and attacked my nephew in the neighborhood three years ago, leaving him in a wheelchair for a year... Because of insufficient evidence, that bastard was only locked up for a few months before being released."

A hint of pleasure flashed in Miller's eyes.

"You smashed his jawbone tonight, well done."

Chen Ming never expected that the reason the other party had been putting pressure on him for so long was because of this.

Miller then pulled a slip of paper from his shirt pocket and pushed it in front of Chen Ming. It had a handwritten number on it.

"This is my private number. There's a lot of messy stuff on the streets of Los Angeles. If you get into similar trouble again, you can call me."

After saying that, he stood up, straightened his police uniform, and said half-jokingly.

"While your performance tonight was as skillful as Batman's, don't forget that even Batman needs Commissioner Gordon to clean up his messes when he gets into trouble..."

"Come on, Kung Fu Kid. I'll take you to sign the rest of the papers."

Thanks to Miller's deliberate favors and the pressure from Michelle's powerful family, the originally extremely complicated gun-related questioning became exceptionally simple.

Without any difficulties or unnecessary questioning, Chen Ming walked out of the passage just two hours later.

In the police station lobby, Michelle was dismissing several well-dressed elite lawyers around her when she saw Chen Ming come out and immediately went to greet him.

"Is your leg alright?" Michelle's gaze fell on Chen Ming's bandaged right leg.

"It's just a minor cut and bruise; it won't affect your ability to walk."

Chen Ming stretched his ankle.

Michelle nodded, and only spoke after the last lawyer pushed the door open and left.

"Want to grab a drink?"

"A normal quiet bar, or my place where it's just the two of us, to talk about serious matters and maybe exchange some secrets..."

Chen Ming looked into her gray-blue eyes.

He knew very well that the female reporter's mind was full of questions.

From scaling a two-meter-high wall on the spot, to tearing open a welded car door with his bare hands, to taking down more than a dozen armed gangsters... his performance tonight has already shattered the image of the "helpless medical student".

If she still doesn't have any doubts, she should get her head checked.

Normally, Chen Ming would make up a lie to get by and then distance himself.

But looking back on tonight's events, although Michelle caused a lot of trouble, she didn't yell or scream and hold anyone back during the entire escape, and afterwards, she used her family's resources to get him out as quickly as possible.

He's a righteous and intelligent person, even worth befriending.

"Okay, but you'll be driving this time."

……

Half an hour later, the two sat in an inconspicuous corner of a quiet bar on Sunset Boulevard.

After a few sips of cocktails, Chen Ming stopped hiding things and told everyone the truth.

Michelle listened quietly, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of the glass. Her slip dress, worn under her coat, clung loosely to her body, perfectly outlining her chest and waist.

"So... all your previous helplessness and panic were an act, just to test my limits?"

Michelle swirled the glass, the ice cubes clinking together.

I guess so.

Chen Ming leaned back on the sofa cushions and spoke half-jokingly.

"To be honest, before I came to see you, two of my friends strongly suggested that I use my good looks on you. I thought it was a terrible idea to pin my hopes on such a despicable method..."

"As it turns out, the facts have proven it."

"That's not necessarily true."

Michelle raised her eyebrows, her gaze sliding unabashedly into Chen Ming's open collar, before leaning forward and placing her arms on the table to close the distance.

"A top student in medical school, an underground corpse broker, who can take down a group of armed thugs in a junkyard with his bare hands..."

Michelle parted her red lips slightly, her voice low and languid with a hint of intoxication.

"You yourself are far more interesting than Evans' scandals."

"Since you've gone this far today... I can abandon the Evans line and guarantee I won't investigate your business anymore."

"But I have one small condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"In my line of work, getting exclusive scoops always comes with some risk."

Michelle's tone became serious.

"You saw it yourself, if you hadn't been here today, I might already be rotting in the junkyard... I need someone who can protect me when I'm in trouble."

"Like you."

"I'll hire you at a high price. From now on, whenever I handle dangerous materials, you'll be in charge of my safety. I guarantee the salary will be much higher than what you earn disposing of corpses."

Chen Ming shook his head and refused without even thinking.

"Forget it, I'm usually very busy, I can't do this kind of work where I could get shot at any time." Chen Ming glanced at her half-jokingly.

"You might as well find a strong and healthy husband; he'll be easier to manage and it'll be more legal."

But as soon as he said that, Michel stopped swirling his wine glass.

"That's how my husband died."

"..." Chen Ming put down his wine glass somewhat awkwardly.

"It was a political marriage arranged by the family a year ago..." Michelle picked up her glass and took a big gulp, her tone as calm as if she were telling someone else's story.

"I didn't have any feelings for him, but he fell in love with me at first sight... Right after the ceremony at the church, I received an explosive tip about a celebrity. In order to get the exclusive news, I didn't even have time to change my clothes. I had him drive me to ambush the person while I was still in my wedding dress."

"As a result, we were involved in a serious car accident on the highway."

Michelle placed the empty wine glass on the table.

"I cut the wedding cake at noon, and that evening I went to the morgue to sign his death certificate."

"And then your family had a falling out with you, right?"

Chen Ming immediately understood.

"That's right. Because of this incident, the two families completely fell out, and my elders even regarded me as an incurable madman..." Michelle made a face at herself with self-deprecation.

"Then why do you continue to work as a journalist?"

"That's a good question... Do you know why I had to take photos of that second-tier male star messing around today?" Michelle asked Chen Ming in return.

"For the headlines?" Chen Ming answered matter-of-factly.

"No, no, no, if it's about getting headlines, I have much better options. That guy is just a second-tier actor." Michelle shook her head.

"The truth is, he raped more than twenty minors."