America? No, it's the warp!

"Hey, Teren, long time no see!"

Such a warm greeting, yet the tone of his voice betrayed the man he intended to kill. Teren involuntarily shivered, as if he were witnessing a scene from a horror movie.

The person who should have been dead is smiling and greeting you.

A ghost head might suddenly appear in your face at any moment.

Thankfully, that was just a movie. Even if the person on the other end of the phone wasn't afraid of being hit by a car or snake venom, they couldn't fly over the phone line.

However, it is more likely that neither assassination attempt succeeded, and neither the henchman nor that foolish woman could make the planned killing moves—the car crash and the snake venom—work.

We need professionals.

"Ah...long time no see, Logan, right? Where have you been making your fortune lately?"

While Teren was rambling on and on, going along with what the other person was saying, he picked up the phone that only had one contact.

"Don't give me that nonsense. I know you instructed Esme. You've already sent two assassination attempts. Now it's my turn. You'd better wash your neck clean and wait, or I won't feel comfortable when I start chopping you down."

Teren hung up the phone. He thought there was something to say, but it turned out to be just some harsh words.

But it didn't sound like a threat. He had a vague feeling that the madman opposite him could actually find him and slash his neck.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and immediately dialed another phone number.

……

The sound of the phone being hung up interrupted Logan's output. He tossed the phone back to Esme and called Stephen.

The third thing is unnecessary; even without this woman, the jury would largely support the verdict against Terren.

This woman should be arrested. She's already breaking federal law by fraudulently claiming veteran's benefits, and now she's on charges of assault. It's time she was put to her senses in the police station.

Stephen arrived quickly, and after hearing the details, he explained:

"She first committed a federal felony, and the FBI will come to arrest her. As for the case of her attempted murder of you, that will be handled by our police department. We will handle both cases simultaneously and punish them concurrently."

"That's good, she got the punishment she deserved for what she did."

"But……"

Stephen approached the woman cowering in the corner and gently kicked her, eliciting an even more violent convulsion.

"What's wrong with her?"

Logan lifted his shirt, revealing his wound.

"Maybe it's because she stabbed me with a knife smeared with snake venom, and then I cut off all the flesh around the wound and threw it in her face right in front of her."

Stephen was stunned for three seconds.

"Hmm...that makes sense then. Come on, put this woman who attempted murder into the police car!"

Two police officers grabbed Esme, who was struggling, handcuffed her, and dragged her into the police car.

"By the way, did you guys go after Terren?"

Stephen frowned and shook his head:

"We can't find him; we don't know where he's gone. But we've notified all the headquarters and branch offices in Seattle to conduct thorough checks at the exits from the city. There's absolutely no way he can escape Seattle."

It seems the Seattle police won't be able to catch Teren anytime soon; if they want to catch him quickly, they'll have to take matters into their own hands.

"Hmm...I understand."

Seeing Logan nod, Stephen asked curiously:

"You're not planning to go and catch him yourself, are you? Let me tell you, Teren is the leader of the Crippled Gang. He'll definitely have a lot of armed men protecting him where he is. If you find his location, you must let us know. Don't go alone, understand?"

"Okay, okay, I understand. I won't go there to my death alone."

What Stephen said is most likely true. Logan is not bulletproof, and going alone would be suicide. He needs to find the right time and come up with a suitable plan.

There's probably no chance in the short term; we just made some harsh remarks, and the other side is at its most defensive.

After the police left, he lifted his clothes again to examine the fist-sized wound.

The wound is missing a finger joint's worth of muscle and skin, and getting it treated at a hospital could cost a lot of money and time.

Fortunately, the skill that the benevolent father had just bestowed was precisely for accelerating recovery.

Logan then used [Pus Tide Pulse] to release a large amount of [Healing Tide], which contains special substances that accelerate cell division, allowing the wound to heal in a short time.

The effects won't be too dramatic, and the recovery time will be at least in the days.

He returned home and used the medicine and bandages from the first-aid kit to treat the wound. Although it had the effect of healing, the risk of infection was still somewhat troublesome, since his benevolent father had not yet bestowed any immunity-related abilities.

It was almost 6 o'clock. Logan made himself a few sandwiches. There wouldn't be anything important to do today. After eating, he lay down on the bed in the master bedroom, which had been fitted with brand-new bedding, and enjoyed a soft sleep that he hadn't had in two years.

This soft, comforting feeling of being wrapped in a blanket was the third best sensation he had experienced recently.

The first one is related to Claire, and so is the second.

Logan woke up at 11 a.m. and the first thing he did was reach out to pull at his sleeping bag. When he touched the blanket, which felt completely different, he realized that he had changed his environment.

He lifted the blanket, pulled up the gauze to examine the wound, and found that the wound, which was originally the size of a fist, had shrunk considerably and was now only the size of the opening of a beer bottle.

He took a hot shower and tidied himself up a bit to make himself look less unkempt before going out, going downstairs, and driving to the store.

Two henchmen acted as door gods, standing on either side of the shop entrance, carefully checking the few customers available that evening.

"Please show me your driver's license or health insurance card, sir."

Jonah reached out and stopped Logan from entering the store.

"Jonah, you idiot! This is the boss!"

Sean quickly grabbed Jonah's arm.

"No, Jonah did a very responsible job."

Logan pulled out his driver's license and pointed to his birth date.

"See? I'm exactly 22 years old this year, so I can go in now."

"Sure, of course you can go in, boss."

Jonah had been out of his mind and hadn't seen who it was; he was just mechanically stopping everyone who wanted to enter the store.

"Okay, let's do a good job like this."

Logan patted the two men on the shoulder and walked into the store.

There weren't many customers in the store, and the staff had already started cleaning up in preparation for closing.

Exhausted from a long day, both physically and mentally, Claire's eyes lit up when she saw Logan:

Good evening, Logan! Long time no see!

"Good evening, Claire. We've only been apart for a day, haven't we?"

"Really? But it feels like it's been ages since I last saw you..."

"Oh, I see. I just can't do anything with you."

Logan walked to the counter, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

That kiss silenced all her complaints.

"Well... I know it's not a good time to bother you, Logan, but there's something I need to discuss with you."

Releasing Claire, one sees Manager Henry standing in the office doorway.

He looked very anxious.