America? No, it's the warp!

Jonah took the menu and exchanged a glance with Sean.

Their thinking was correct; indeed, coming here to eat wasn't just about eating.

Logan's idea was actually very simple: he just wanted to find a place to eat and a place with lots of people to test the two upgrades he had just acquired.

There just happened to be a decent English pub nearby, so there was no need to make another choice; I definitely wasn't there specifically to see Claire.

As for what he just said, it was a sudden whim of his; he wanted to see if he could hear a heartbeat.

Claire's heart was pounding. Anyone would have wild thoughts if a handsome guy she knew suddenly started saying something ambiguous.

She forced herself to remain calm, ignoring the remark as she didn't know how to respond, and simply smiled in acknowledgment.

"Fish and chips, sausage and mashed potatoes, shepherd's pie, English curry chicken, and three cups of English tea."

The three of them discussed and came up with a decision: four main courses. The portions at this bar were generous, and the food would definitely be more satisfying than the last time they ate there.

After Claire returned to the kitchen with the menu, Logan excused himself to go to the restroom and went into the toilet.

Through his observation, he discovered that the kitchen and the men's restroom were separated by only one wall.

As he washed his hands, he listened intently to the sounds coming from the other side of the wall.

First, there's the kind of quiet scream a young girl might make:

"Ah~~~"

Another unfamiliar female voice appeared:

"What happened that makes you look like a rabbit in heat?"

"Nonsense! It's not that obvious!"

It turns out the first voice belonged to Claire.

"Isn't it obvious? The chef asked you what the customer ordered, and he asked three times, but you didn't hear him. He was right in front of you, and you actually asked him why he was blocking your way!"

"Okay... actually, it was a handsome guy I know who came here to eat."

How handsome?

The other woman was very excited.

"He's really, really handsome. You'll see when you go out and take a look."

"Okay! I'll go take a look right away!"

The sound stopped, and Logan finished washing his hands. He returned to his seat nonchalantly, as if he had really just gone to the restroom.

A dozen seconds later, another waiter walked over with a clear purpose.

It was a woman, of average appearance.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. How many sets of cutlery would you like?"

She stared intently at Logan as she spoke, her purpose all too obvious.

Logan pointed to the three people in turn, then spread his hands and asked:

"Three portions?"

"That's a coincidence. You happen to have three sets of tableware here. Then I won't bother you any longer."

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

Jonah didn't even see what was going on; he was completely bewildered.

"Is this waiter crazy? There were three sets of cutlery on this table from the start, but no one asked last time."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Jonah, that's because the clerk didn't notice how handsome the boss was last time."

Sean chewed on the complimentary peanut snack and gestured for Jonah to look at the handsome face opposite him.

Jonah studied it for a while, then nodded thoughtfully.

Logan felt uneasy under his gaze, so he pretended to spill the chrysanthemum tea in front of him and went to the bathroom to eavesdrop again.

"Oh my god! He's so handsome! The kind of handsome that's only at first glance, and even more handsome upon closer inspection!"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what I said too, and he also works out, so he has a great physique."

"Indeed, why didn't you say so sooner if you had such a great resource? Is he single?"

After a few seconds of silence, Claire was probably thinking about how to answer.

"You're basically single, what do you want to do?"

"Why? Of course I'm going to take him with one hand! I'm not going to let go of such a handsome guy who's so rare."

"No! You can't do that to him!"

Claire objected quickly.

"Oh?"

The other woman's tone became playful.

"Why are you in such a hurry? He's single, which means you haven't made a move yet. Why won't you let me make a move?"

It's like a seasoned veteran teasing a novice in love.

"No means no!"

"Tsk... Claire, it seems you really don't know anything about relationships. Did you spend all your time studying in college and never have a single relationship?"

Silence represents acknowledgment.

Another woman continued outputting:

"Only a territory with an owner will be safe from others' covetous eyes. I'm your friend, and I can refrain from eyeing him for your sake, but what about the others? He's so handsome; wherever he goes, he's like a tempting piece of cheese, attracting many irresistible mice to gnaw on him. What I mean is, you'd better seize the opportunity."

After the conversation ended, only the sounds of chopping, washing dishes, and stewing remained in the kitchen.

Logan listened to the full name, and remained completely calm.

He had already experienced the feeling of being pursued with Lucy.

This is America, so we should act in the American way. He will take that step towards a two-way partnership at the right time.

During the rest of the meal, Claire continued to serve, but she was always in a hurry and seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.

The meal cost about $120, which is acceptable, considering Logan now has a fortune of $700.

He has already acquired 3% of the shares, and 4% is beckoning him.

The better days are yet to come.

After the meal, before even returning to the waterfall park, Logan felt that the food in his stomach had been completely digested, and the heat quickly spread from his stomach and intestines throughout his body.

A loving father's digestive capacity can only be stronger than that; no wonder he has the appearance of a large stomach.

The temperature wasn't high today, and midday was a good time to sunbathe. Jonah brought over a blanket, and the three of them chatted in the sun.

Suddenly the phone rang; it was Stephen calling.

"What's up, little brother?"

"Hey? Stephen, what good news do you have for me?"

"Bad news, Logan."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very serious.

"Teren, the leader of the Crippled Gang, wants to negotiate with you at the police station."

"No... wait, let me think about it."

Logan remained silent, trying to analyze the other party's purpose.

A gang leader wants to negotiate with me at the police station.

Is that so daring?

The other party's purpose must be related to the recent repeated arrests of the gang's underlings. Therefore, we must attend this negotiation to sound out their intentions.

"Okay, I understand. I'll be right there."

Twenty minutes later, Logan arrived at the Seattle West Precinct, where Stephen was pacing back and forth at the door.

"Logan! Be careful! This black guy is clearly up to no good! He demanded a private meeting with you in the interrogation room, and that idiot chief actually agreed!"

Logan patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.

"Don't worry, my friend, that black guy has already been thwarted by me time and time again."

Stephen's impatience lessened somewhat.

"The deputy director is currently in his office negotiating with the director. He won't interfere while you're talking. I'll stand outside the door. If there's any problem, you can knock on the door like crazy, and then I'll rush in and shoot that black guy."

"Then I'll thank you in advance, brother."

"There's one more thing I need to tell you. The four black guys we brought in yesterday mentioned that they didn't tell the crippled gang leader that you were going to arrest them, saying they wanted to give him a surprise."

"This is very helpful to me, bro."

Logan smiled and walked calmly toward the interrogation room, showing no sign of nervousness.

Whenever the black guy inside did anything too extreme, he would feed him a spiked bullet, letting him experience the taste of high technology.

As soon as the door opened, Terren, the black guy, greeted him:

Good afternoon, Logan.