Two Realms: I am a Genius Magician

Chapter 88 Mr. Smith

Luo Hanshan and Luo Qianhe stared blankly at the obsequious American police officer.

It's important to understand that the American police are not the same as the police in Great Xia; their domineering nature is world-renowned.

They might be more polite to white people, but they readily resort to violence against black people. Not long ago, there was a news report about a black man being pinned to the ground and suffocated to death by American police.

They disregard Asians who are not American citizens. If they are in a bad mood, they empty their magazines, write a report later, and say that the other party has a tendency to assault the police, and that's the end of the matter.

Luo Hanshan knew perfectly well that he was not a special group in the United States, but just a foreigner with a bit of money, and that the American police would not care about diplomatic pressure at all.

Therefore, my heart skipped a beat the moment I saw the American police appear, and I was unusually cooperative afterwards.

When he saw Han Qianfei's nonchalant attitude, he was terrified.

The final result left him speechless: the American police apologized, and in a very humble way.

Even another American police officer, who was holding a holster, stared wide-eyed.

He said, "Sheriff, what's going on—"

The sheriff glared at him and snapped, "Shut up!"

Han Qianfei ignored them and waved his hand.

The sheriff felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to leave with his officers.

The officer asked, "Sir, are we just leaving like this? How are we going to explain this to Mr. Smith? Will we get any extra reward this time?"

The sheriff quickly turned around and glanced at Han Qianfei. Seeing that the other party seemed not to have heard, he grabbed the officer's arm and walked quickly outside.

"Damn it, can't you choose money or your life? The mayor just called me personally."

The officer said, "Does the mayor dare to disrespect Mr. Smith?"

"You don't know anything. The mayor said that if we don't get their understanding, he won't be able to save his own life. Mr. Smith dares to take the mayor's life? That Asian man is definitely a more terrifying person."

Han Qianfei finished the last bite of his steak, but still felt unsatisfied, so he snapped his fingers.

It was the same waiter, his smile exceptionally bright: "Sir, how can I help you?"

Give me a bowl of rice.

"Uh, sorry, no—"

"Yes, yes, I'll bring it to you right away," the manager said eagerly.

Han Qianfei said, "I'd like another serving of tomato and beef brisket soup."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Han Qianfei turned to Luo Hanshan and his daughter and asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

Luo Hanshan subconsciously shook his head.

Luo Qianhe said, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork."

The manager hesitated for a moment, then forced a reply: "Okay."

Before long, a waiter rode a motorcycle straight to the nearest Da Xia Specialty Restaurant.

Han Qianfei, while eating tomato and beef brisket soup with rice, said to Luo Hanshan, "Mr. Luo, how about spending some time in Miami?"

Luo Hanshan nodded. He understood. With Han Qianfei's protection, at least his life was not in danger.

Judging from the looks of it, the daughter doesn't object to contacting the other party, so it shouldn't be considered selling her daughter for personal gain.

Luo Hanshan said, "Qianfei, I'm really happy that you're willing to help me. There are some things I completely agree with, but we can't force things; we still need to proceed step by step."

Han Qianfei chewed his rice, blinked, and said, "I didn't understand."

Luo Hanshan said, "I know perfectly well why you helped us."

Han Qianfei said, "Because you gave me a scholarship."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanshan blushed. He had originally arranged for someone to give this young man with powerful connections a pittance.

Looking back now, it's really embarrassing.

After dinner, Han Qianfei planned to stroll around the city, but unfortunately, Luo Hanshan was an unnecessary fellow, seriously ruining the ambiguous atmosphere.

He was driving a pickup truck, and Luo Hanshan was following behind in a Maybach.

Luo Hanshan said to his daughter, "Once we're settled, Dad will give you money to buy Qianfei a nice car."

"Men all love cars, so this is a great way to win his heart."

"Dad—" Luo Qianhe said coquettishly, without saying anything more, picked up her phone and started searching for cars, feeling that the G-Class looked really good.

Luo Hanshan said, "Han Qianfei's backers have considerable influence in the United States. Protecting the two of us is no problem for them. It's just puzzling why their financial situation is so dire and their car is only an Europon."

In downtown Miami, an underground bar that only operates at night is now completely empty.

The bar is huge, covering over a thousand square meters, and the entrance is in the basement of a convenience store.

In the dimly lit environment, an elderly man with gray hair sat at the bar, holding a pipe in his hand.

With a gasp, the tobacco burned brighter, illuminating the wrinkled face, the scraggly mustache, and a pair of scarlet eyes.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, and a hoarse voice rang out: "He's a very powerful superhuman?"

The sheriff's voice trembled as it came from the air: "No, Mr. Smith, I did not fight him."

Smith tapped the bar counter with his knuckles, the bar lights came on, and a bartender suddenly appeared.

Smith said, "A glass of whiskey."

The bartender nodded, took out a glass, and poured the drink.

The sheriff, suspended in mid-air, was illuminated by the lights. Smith looked at him and said, "You haven't even fought him. It seems my words as a businessman don't carry enough weight."

The sheriff looked up and said, "Mr. Smith, I will always be your loyal servant, but since the mayor called personally, I had no choice."

Smith laughed and said, "From your perspective, it is indeed a difficult choice."

The sheriff was delighted: "Thank you for your understanding, sir."

Smith dipped his finger in the wine glass and casually drew lines on the bar counter.

"In the end, you still made a choice, didn't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lines he drew with the liquor closed, forming a complex shape.

The graphic emitted a red glow.

The same pattern appeared at the sheriff's feet, but it was dozens of times larger.

The sheriff emitted a red glow, which was then swallowed up by the graphic beneath his feet.

The sheriff begged for mercy.

Smith ignored this and took another puff of his pipe.

Red smoke billowed from the graphic on the desktop, entered the pipe bowl, and was then inhaled into Smith's lungs.

The red light emanating from the sheriff surged fiercely into the pattern on the ground.

Smith let out a long breath, squinted his eyes, and looked satisfied.

He said slowly, "Ordinary blood food."

The sheriff in mid-air had turned into a dried-up corpse.

Smith picked up his phone and dialed the mayor's number.

He smiled and said, "Mayor, have I caused you any trouble today?"

The mayor's voice came through the phone: "Sir, I have never wanted to interfere in your affairs, but today's situation is truly unavoidable."

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"Mayor has his own reasons for doing things, why should he explain to a businessman like me?"

The mayor sensed the displeasure in Smith's tone.

He said, "I've looked into this matter. He's just a wealthy Chinese man. Sir, you're not short of money, are you?"

Smith's mustache twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Money? Ha, you don't understand."

The mayor said, "The church called, and Mr. Smith must understand my predicament at the time."

"Yes, you are facing a difficult choice. I won't bother you any longer, Mayor."

Smith hung up the phone, and the wine glass in front of him shattered suddenly.

He asked the bartender, "Does the Sanctuary also worship evil gods? Does the Sanctuary also crave that supremely pure blood sacrifice?"