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Chapter 116 [Pain and Plague] Side Quest (8K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Debbie turned back to look at her shoulder, puzzled.

Where did this scarf come from?

Who dropped it?

She reached out to pick it up and examine it, but Sawyer was startled and quickly pressed it down for her, his lips trembling: "This is a sacred object! You must hold it tightly! Don't take it off!"

"Okay." Debbie remembered Richard's words: when in trouble, follow Sawyer's advice.

Sawyer was both amused and exasperated; he was at a loss for how to communicate with Debbie.

With this scarf, I'm confident I can elevate Debbie to the status of a saint.

He couldn't calculate it, but if he thought about it, the probability of such a thing happening was extremely small.

When a series of impossibilities occur one after another, repeatedly, then it becomes inevitable!

Could she really be a saint?

Sawyer was both excited and at a loss.

No one has ever served a true saint!

Did I just pick one randomly and it turned out right?

I'm such a genius!

The person most affected at the scene was not Byron Perry, but the Protestant pastor.

Protestant believers have developed deep doubts about their faith.

What does it mean that a saint has appeared in Catholicism?

This proves that Catholicism is the true orthodox religion!

I am a heretic!

This is the most critical thing.

Protestantism is not a unified denomination; it lacks a publicly recognized leader and has numerous internal branches, including Presbyterian, Baptist, Lutheran, Anglican, and others, each operating independently.

The most fundamental difference between Protestantism and Catholicism is that Protestant believers can pray and communicate directly with Jesus alone, seeking blessings, without the need for intermediaries such as saints, priests, or popes.

Catholicism requires the intercession of the Virgin Mary, saints, and priests.

To put it simply, Protestantism believes that everyone can communicate with God autonomously, while Catholicism requires the church or saints to act as agents in order to communicate with God.

Now the saintess has appeared!

Moreover, it's obvious that they have received God's approval.

Since there is a saint, does that mean that the Catholic Church's doctrines are correct?

Are they God's agents?

Otherwise, why do you Protestants think you can communicate with God, but God doesn't respond to you?

This means you're on the wrong route!

You are simply incapable of communicating with the gods on your own!

A group of Protestant pastors exchanged glances, their eyes displaying different expressions, but all sharing the same deep fear.

Christina smiled slightly as she quietly watched the scene unfold.

No matter how you attack Debbie for not being a saint, as long as my lord is by her side, all attacks will vanish.

This girl is so lucky!

To actually receive the love and mercy of our Lord.

She rose to leave: "The memorial service is over. It's time to get back to the lab. I must complete my Lord's mission—to explore the true mysteries of life, death, and cells!"

The memorial service ended in chaos.

This scene was broadcast live on television and spread throughout the United States and around the world, its influence spreading rapidly.

In less than five minutes, the global headline changed from "Blogger exposes the saint's hoax" to "Questioner of miracles struck by a miracle".

Ten minutes later: Ten thousand people at the scene personally received divine grace and witnessed Debbie's miracle.

30 minutes later: The evil tycoon personally experienced the holy grace of the prepared saintess and wept bitterly.

Two hours later: Her Highest and Greatest Her Highness has returned to her loyal New York diocese!

The internet erupted in even greater uproar.

The last video of Rob and Mark was instantly met with a barrage of attacks and reports from their followers.

Just minutes later, the video was reported and taken down.

Rob and Mark's fans went wild. Nobody knew whether Debbie was a saint or not, but they didn't dare to take the risk.

Who knows if the saint holds a grudge? It depends on how much God dotes on her. What if she adds a line during her nightly prayer: "Many people online are cursing me. God, Father, will avenge me"?

Who knows what might happen!

Soon after, YouTube officially banned Rob and Mark's accounts, citing violations of religious freedom.

But Rob and Mark had no time to feel sorry for each other; they were being brutally beaten by the police in the police car, experiencing the most extreme physical pain.

The police repeatedly pressed him, asking, "Who sent you here?!"

"Who helped you bring the guns in!"

This is going to be a bloody night, and someone has to be held accountable. If the mastermind isn't found soon, they'll be the ones in trouble.

Francis Lewis High School is currently on holiday.

Serena was at a party with a group of fake girlfriends. When they first saw Debbie on stage, they mocked her, saying, "That little bitch Debbie is getting better and better. I wonder what kind of tricks she's up to."

"She probably won't be able to act this time, right?"

"Exactly! Who would dare to put on an act in front of so many governors and officials?"

"She's dressed so tacky! Look at that long dress, I thought I'd stepped back into the Middle Ages!"

When the women saw the bullet fly out and hit Milo, they fell silent.

Then, when the scarf fell on Debbie's shoulders, all the women trembled.

"She, she, she really is."

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Serena's greatest fear was: "You know—I used to compete with the saint for a man, won't I be punished by the gods?"

"WTF! Serena, what are you thinking? Saintesses can't get married!"

"Oh, right, right. Thank goodness. So it turns out that my fighting with Debbie, or rather, the saintess, for a man was actually saving the saintess from dire straits and preserving her purity."

"Heh, you'd better pray that the saintess thinks the same way."

"Fuck! I don't believe it! She's clearly just like us, a little bitch in the cheerleading squad!"

Her best friend didn't say anything, she just kept pointing at Debbie on the screen.

"Twenty-four AR-15 assault rifles, ten shotguns, five thousand rounds of ammunition of various calibers, twelve military-grade Kevlar bulletproof vests, plus matching ceramic armor plates, two boxes of flashbangs, two boxes of smoke grenades..."

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"WTF! What are you trying to do? Are you going to raid the NYPD?" The man in the suit picked up the list and put it down again, asking incredulously, "Are you crazy to buy so much ammunition? This is New York! Not Afghanistan!"

The man in the suit sat in front of Dali, the leader of the Ghost Shadow Gang.

No one knows what Dali really looked like.

He always wore a mask, and his skin color revealed him to be Black. He was tall, muscular, and bald.

The exposed skin has no tattoos, that's all.

This is the entire impression Dali left on everyone.

Dali's voice was incredibly hoarse: "I'll give you the money, the rest is none of your business!"

"Come on, Dali." The man in the suit threw his pen on the table and leaned back in his chair. "I know what you're up to. You've caused the NYPD enough trouble already. They're very unhappy."

"Didn't he want me to wreak havoc on New York?" Dali chuckled, his voice muffled and cruel coming from behind his mask: "I did it."

"Fuck! You didn't follow the orders at all!" The man in the suit's tone suddenly hardened. "The NYPD headquarters burned down. You can't afford to make any more trouble. If you don't tell me the real reason, don't even think about getting this shipment!"

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Dali remained silent for a moment.

"I'm going to kill Antonio."

A chilling voice was forced out through clenched teeth: "He actually dared to ambush me. I can't let this go; I have to kill him, otherwise anyone will dare to lay a hand on me!"

The man in the suit looked at him for two seconds, then nodded.

"OK, that's settled then. This reason makes perfect sense. One Ghost Gang is enough for New York. Let the BG Gang die."

"But I'm warning you, don't make a move on the men's turf. They're very angry lately."

"Don't worry." Dali stood up and snorted dismissively.

A bunch of pampered bastards, their hands stained with blood, yet they pretend to be innocent.

When will it be delivered?

"Soon, tonight will do. Same old place, shall we?"

"Of course. That place is very safe, there are dead people everywhere, nobody would go to that damn island."

OK.

Dali downed his drink in one gulp, stood up, patted the man in the suit on the shoulder, and gave him a cruel look.

Then he turned and left.

The man in the suit kept smiling until Dali's figure disappeared outside the iron gate of the warehouse. The moment the gate closed, his smile vanished as if it had been ripped off his face.

He looked down at his shoulder, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and repeatedly wiped the spot where Dali had taken the picture.

"Damn black man."

He threw the handkerchief into the trash can and picked up his phone to dial a number.

"Inspector Stone, I discovered from the backstage that the surface radar is malfunctioning. I'll send someone to repair it tonight."

A cheerful voice came from the other end: "OK, no problem. I'll have the guys shut down the machines a little earlier, the usual time?"

"Yes."

The man in the suit hung up the phone, stood up, and was still muttering to himself.

"Damn black people!"

He pushed open the side door of the warehouse and went out.

The iron gate slammed shut behind him with a dull thud.

It was 6:30 in the morning, and it was still a bit dark.

At the end of December, the sea breeze at Changdao Wharf was damp, cold, and biting, and the air was filled with the smell of diesel fuel and salty fish.

The pontoon bridge at the dock undulated slightly in the waves, making a rhythmic creaking sound.

Debbie followed Richard dejectedly, yawning twice: "So sleepy."

"You didn't have to come," Richard said without turning his head.

"No, I've never been on a yacht before." Debbie insisted, pulling her scarf up to cover half of her face, which was pale from the cold.

Lyon's yacht was a pure white fishing boat.

It looked to be about twenty meters long, its hull polished to a shine, and its stainless steel railings gleamed coldly in the morning light.

Richard didn't recognize the brand, but it looked very expensive, at least a multi-million dollar toy.

Leon and Lisa were chatting side-by-side on the deck when Lisa saw Richard and excitedly shouted, "Hi! Richard!"

Richard looked up.

Lyon was a tall, thin white man wearing a dark blue nautical jacket, a beige cashmere scarf, and a diving watch on his left wrist, looking like an old sailor.

He seemed quite familiar with everyone, speaking in a friendly tone as if calling out to an old friend, and echoed, "Hey! Richard! Over here!"

Lyon was very enthusiastic: "There's a gangway here!"

Richard waved and said, "Hi!"

The gangway swayed slightly in the surging waves, but Debbie walked steadily; the cheerleader had excellent balance.

Richard followed behind.

Once aboard the ship, Lisa gave a brief introduction.

Richard asked, "Are we late?"

"It's not too late, we still need two more people." Leon smiled and glanced towards the parking lot. "Two more friends, Connor and Winnie."

"Connor's father is an executive at Columbia Pictures," Leon explained. "Winnie's father is a big shot, director West."

Richard raised an eyebrow.

Director West is indeed a top celebrity. He is one of the top three commercial directors in Hollywood, with a cumulative global box office of over 10 billion US dollars.

“Winnie is his goddaughter,” Leon winked. “But her mother was a top star of the Golden Age, very beautiful, and never married. Everyone says Winnie and director West are actually father and daughter…”

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"Hey! Leon!" Lisa interrupted, "Debbie is still a minor, don't say these things."

"OK, OK." Leon raised his hands in surrender.

He looked very sunny, but Richard noticed a well-disguised shrewdness flash in his eyes.

Leon's attitude towards Debbie was completely different.

He dropped his playful expression, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "Your Highness, Holy Maiden."

Debbie was extremely embarrassed and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't say such things. I'm not some saint. It's just a coincidence."

"No, you are the saintess."

Lyon performed a standard religious ritual, his movements so precise they could be filmed in a movie.

Regardless of how unreligious he was before, in a country like America, upper-class children learn from a young age how to treat religious figures.

After the Princeton memorial service, Leon's father had already discussed it with him.

Debbie will undoubtedly become a symbol of the Church in America, and her canonization is only a matter of time; at least in the Vatican, there is unlikely to be any resistance.

Of course, Sawyer still had to handle the internal struggles within the American parish.

But the Pope's attitude will be conveyed through various channels, subtly influencing bishops and cardinals in various places.

In short, befriend Debbie, but keep your distance. The Catholic Church doesn't like saints having men who are too close to them, like that arrogant Asian man.

Lyon processed this information in his mind for three seconds, and his smile towards Debbie became even more sincere.

The four chatted and laughed, and seemed to be having a good time.

Lyon showed Richard and Debbie around the fishing boat, proudly introducing it: "It's a Viking brand 70-foot (approximately 21-meter) flybridge hardtop ocean fishing boat. The hull is made of thickened fiberglass in one piece, with a matte white finish. It's fully equipped with electronic devices; this is a treasure for ocean fishing. It cost 200 million, and I spent an extra 100 million."

Multi-million dollar renovation...

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A toy worth over 300 million is quite impressive even among the wealthy second-generation kids on New York's East Coast.

Debbie looked on with envy.

Her family's total assets are estimated to be less than 300 million, which is less than the value of someone else's boat.

Richard, however, did not react much.

It's seven o'clock.

Connor and Winnie haven't arrived yet.

Leon, somewhat impatient, dialed Connor's number and immediately confronted him: "Hey bro, what are you doing? Did you guys have too much sex last night?! We agreed to meet at six! And now? It's seven!"

Connor's voice was low as he covered the phone, his tone full of helplessness: "Winnie is still putting on makeup."

"What the fuck? We're just going fishing, not to walk the runway in New York! The Saint is waiting for you!"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down—I know, I'll go and urge her."

Connor acted as if he hadn't heard the word "Saintess".

He was a typical playboy who never believed in any religion. Whether it was a saint or a miracle, to him it was no different from gossip.

Connor cautiously said to Winnie, "Hurry, honey, Leon and the others are waiting for us."

"Can't you see I'm busy!" Winnie said impatiently.

Connor was helpless in the face of this.

Another hour passed.

Debbie had already thoroughly explored the yacht.

From bow to stern, from the cockpit to the cabins, I watched every corner with great interest.

She had never been on a yacht before, and the novelty was enough to offset the boredom of waiting.

Lisa seems to be able to chat with anyone, neither arrogant nor humble, neither particularly close nor distant, making people feel very comfortable in her interactions.

She listened with a smile as Debbie recounted amusing anecdotes about cheerleading competitions, interjecting with genuine enthusiasm at appropriate moments.

The naive Debbie has already been charmed into treating Lisa as her new best friend, and the two have already started to put their arms around each other.

Leon shrugged and walked to the ship's railing. "Are you tired from waking up early? Want to go to your room and rest for a while?"

"It's alright." Richard leaned on the ship's railing.

The sea breeze was a bit cool, but it was refreshing.

His robust physique meant he hardly needed any rest.

He only slept for two hours in the past two days, but he is still very energetic.

He looked at the school of fish beneath the surface, their silver scales shimmering in the dark green seawater, and another thought crossed his mind: if he could summon a flesh and blood puppet fish, perhaps he could see the underwater world.

However, Lyon was right next to him, making it difficult for him to make a move.

Lyon pulled a silver metal cigarette case from his pocket, popped one out, and handed it to him.

Richard waved his hand: "I don't smoke."

He doesn't smoke in the country.

Abroad, he dared not accept cigarettes from others; it was too dangerous.

Debbie has a lot to say about this.

"Nothing added." Leon lit one for himself, but didn't light it. "Just some dama, to perk you up. It's high-end stuff, why don't you try it?"

Richard's lips twitched.

This is what you call "no added ingredients"?!

He had seen it for himself; Americans' concept of drugs was completely different from that of people from Tokyo University.

"Thanks, but no need," Richard politely declined.

Leaning against the gunwale, Lyon casually changed the subject: "Do you fish at Dongda University?"

Richard sensed that he was trying to gather information and vaguely replied, "Dongda basically doesn't buy yachts."

Richard wasn't from a wealthy family. Lyon was quick-witted.

It's impossible for a rich kid not to buy a yacht for fun.

That means they must be children of officials.

He had heard that the officials at the University of Tokyo were very low-key, completely different from those in the United States.

Are they from an official's family?

That would be even better.

He glanced at Richard and noticed that the other man made no attempt to explain his background, leading him to deduce that Richard's family background might be a sensitive issue.

He became increasingly interested.

Many children of wealthy and powerful families at Tokyo University like to flaunt their status, but Richard appears very cautious, indicating that he is not of ordinary status.

Lisa and Debbie’s laughter came from the stern of the boat.

The two have already started researching fishing rods for sea fishing.

Lisa was holding a seven-foot medium-duty spinning rod, while Debbie was trying out a lighter six-foot spinning reel.

"I'll teach you." Leon walked over with great interest, took the seven-foot rod, and turned it around in his hand: "These fishing rods are not easy to use, and it's very easy to hurt people, especially beginners like you."

He demonstrated the correct way to hold the rod: one hand grips the top of the reel seat, and the other hand supports the rod tip.

Then, several key points were discussed:

When throwing, be careful of anyone behind you. If the barbs of the trident get stuck in your skin, you'll have to go to the hospital to have them removed.

A lead weight has even greater power when swung around; it's like a piece of metal flying at high speed.

So don't stand next to the person casting the pole; every year there are unlucky guys whose noses are broken by the weight.

He pointed to a few lightweight pink rods leaning against the corner: "Those are special rods designed for women, with a thinner handle diameter and a lighter shaft, suitable for people with less strength. You can practice with those first."

Richard also went over to listen, and listened very attentively.

He had never fished before, and his understanding of sea fishing equipment and techniques was almost nonexistent.

The four of them waited until 8:30.

Just as Richard was getting a little impatient, a Ferrari sports car roared up to the dock.

Before the engine had even stopped running, a tall woman wearing sunglasses stepped out of the car.

With blonde hair, fiery red lips, and a cool and noble demeanor, she exudes the aura of a star and supermodel in every move.

A dark windproof jacket, black skinny jeans, and high heels that made a crisp sound as they stepped on the wooden planks of the dock.

Leon sighed, "We went fishing, and she's wearing high heels?"

After getting out of the car, Winnie didn't look at anyone and went straight up the gangway to the ship without saying a word.

Connor parked his car and followed with a helpless expression.

Lyon stepped forward and introduced her: "This is Debbie."

Winnie nodded, her gaze lingering on Debbie's face for less than a second before looking away.

In the world of fame and fortune like Hollywood, no one would believe in any so-called saint.

In her view, religion is just another form of marketing, and miracles are just another kind of show.

It looks amazing, but many magic tricks look amazing, so what?

Winnie took out her makeup mirror and started touching up her makeup.

Knowing her temper, Lyon could only patiently continue, "This is Richard, Debbie's boyfriend, and Christina Shepard's student."

Winnie's hand paused for a moment.

Who is Christina Shepard?

Is it a big celebrity?

She didn't ask and continued touching up her makeup.

Leon shrugged at Richard: "Don't worry about it, that's just Winnie's personality."

After saying that, he stepped aside.

If Winnie weren't Connor's girlfriend, he wouldn't associate with someone like her.

Lisa stood to the side, unmoved, a faint smile on her lips, as if she hadn't seen anything.

Debbie pouted and whispered in Richard's ear, "Wow, so arrogant. Has she ever been in any big-budget productions?"

Richard thought for a moment: "It seems not. I haven't seen any of her movies."

She's called an actress, but she's really just using her godfather West's reputation to swindle people.

However, his background is indeed extraordinary; he was born at the top of Hollywood.

And West, being a figurehead promoted by that unnamed race, was someone no one dared to provoke.

Winnie waited a few minutes before impatiently shouting, "Connor, hurry up and get on the boat! You're the slowest!"

Debbie pouted.

It seems like we've all been waiting for you, haven't we?

Richard didn't care; if the ship owner could tolerate it, what did it matter to him?

He held a cup of coffee, sipping it leisurely and enjoying the seaside scenery.

Connor parked his car and quickly ran over to board the ship via the gangway.

He hugged Leon, patted each other on the back, and cracked a few risqué jokes.

If it weren't for the presence of strangers like the lady and Richard, they might have been even more explicit.

Connor released Leon, his gaze swept across the deck, lingered on Richard for a moment, and then looked away.

Lyon introduced them again: "Richard and Debbie, Your Highness."

The tone was slightly exaggerated.

Connor nodded with a grin: "Oh, I see you. The lineage of the Virgin Mary, wow, that's cool."

He spoke as if he were commenting on a song and dance performance, very flippantly, laughing and joking.

Debbie was somewhat displeased.

That couple is really annoying.

Leon added, "Debbie's boyfriend, oh no, friend. His family is from Tokyo University, you know what I mean."

"A student from Tokyo University?" Connor glanced at Richard, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Does the Catholic Church approve of a man by the Saintess's side? Will they send you back to Tokyo University?"

Why is he so hostile? Richard wasn't about to indulge him: "You should worry about yourself. Do you even get to touch Winnie's hand normally? Are you a simp?"

He certainly couldn't say here that he wasn't Debbie's boyfriend; that would make Debbie lose face.

Fk! Connor's defenses have crumbled.

How dare you, a yellow-skinned person, insult me?

"OK, say less." Leon quickly raised his hand to stop them when he saw the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Lyon will set sail; no other crew members are needed today.

The ship has undergone a full overhaul and its fuel tanks are full.

He sounded the ship's horn, its deep blast echoing across the dock. After waiting for more than two hours, the ship finally slowly sailed out of its berth.

The bow of the boat cuts through the gray-blue water, leaving a white wake behind it.

Lisa and Winnie chatted casually.

Connor moved closer to Winnie, turning his body slightly towards her.

Winnie shifted to the side in disgust, her shoulder almost touching the porthole: "Move over a bit, you're crowding me."

Connor smiled sheepishly and stepped back half an inch.

"That's the saintess, you know?" Connor whispered to Winnie, gesturing with his chin toward Debbie.

"The saint? The one who treats the bird flying and the gun jamming as miracles?" Winnie's voice was quite loud.

Lisa shrugged, offering no argument, and simply said calmly, "If you were there, you might have a different feeling."

Winnie shrugged, neither confirming nor denying, clearly not believing it.

Connor chuckled twice, then looked down at his phone, preparing to buy Winnie a piece of jewelry to please her.

After a while, Debbie excitedly cast her fishing line into the water, the sinker splashing up a circle of white spray.

Winnie leaned against the ship's railing, watching her with a cold smirk.

You idiot.

With so many fishing boats shuttling back and forth in this area, the noise from their engines can scare away all the sea creatures. How is it possible to catch any fish?

Connor tried to strike up a conversation with Winnie, but she ignored him and stared at the sea the whole time.

Richard stepped into the cockpit.

This is the best view; the entire windshield frames the sea view like a painting.

Leon turned and glanced at him, then pointed to the coffee machine in the corner.

"There's coffee over there, help yourself."

OK.

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Richard went over and poured himself a glass.

The coffee machine was a capsule type, and he just picked one at random.

The hot coffee releases a bitter, burnt aroma as it is poured into the cup.

He stood next to the driver's seat with a cup in his hand, thinking that drinking coffee every day was not a good thing, and his mouth was starting to feel sour.

We need to find a way to buy some tea from Dongda University.

"Do you want to learn to drive?" Leon asked, noticing Richard intently studying the control panel.

Richard nodded: "Are there any teaching materials? I think it's quite interesting. Maybe I can buy a boat and play with it someday."

"Oh, oh~" Leon grinned, his smile carrying a knowing meaning: "This is the free America, you can buy whatever you want, no one will restrict you."

He quickly made a judgment in his mind: buying a boat to play with in the future means he is not short of money.

But the fact that he didn't buy it at Dongda University suggests that his family members hold official positions, and quite high-ranking ones at that.

This relationship needs to be maintained well.

As he turned the steering wheel, he was already thinking about which pretty girl in Richard's circle he should introduce to Richard after Richard broke up with Debbie, so that they could maintain a better relationship.

Leon turned his head and lowered his voice, making sure only Richard could hear: "Hey, you'd better watch out for the Church."

Richard remained silent.

"You saw what happened at the memorial service," Leon said softly. "Whether it was a coincidence or something else, the Virgin Mary's scarf landed on Debbie's shoulder. In the eyes of those foolish believers, this is the unbreakable legacy of the saint. The Church will never tolerate a yellow-skinned person by the saint's side. Once the first step of the canonization process is complete, they will take action. They might already be watching you."

After he finished speaking, he kept staring at Richard.

Richard simply nodded, his expression unchanged, appearing very calm.

He seemed very confident. Lyon pondered to himself.

What is his background? What level of official is in his family? At the provincial level? If it goes any higher, he can't be an ordinary international student; children from families like that wouldn't be easily sent abroad to study.

Lyon suppressed his curiosity.

The yacht sailed out of the Long Island Strait and headed east along the coastline.

The boat slowed down slightly as it passed a scenic hillside villa area.

It was a whole stretch of hillside facing the sea.

Each building is a two- to three-story structure, with very wide spacing between them, separated by carefully trimmed evergreen trees.

Every building offers a complete view of the coastline, and each building has a unique style.

With its Spanish-style red tiles and white walls, modernist glass curtain walls, and New England-style gray wood structure, no two buildings are alike.

This is clearly the residence of a wealthy person.

The houses on the first-line beachfront come with private docks, and several small yachts are moored in the waterways in the backyard.

Lyon noticed that Richard's gaze lingered there for two seconds longer.

He immediately began to explain, "That's where the rich live. Each house costs at least twenty million US dollars, and they're incredibly rare; you simply can't find one. Except for that one."

He pointed to a house at the very edge of the hillside.

It was a beautiful three-story house with a natural log cabin style.

It looks no different from the surrounding mansions, except that the lawn in front of the window has mottled grass and is a layer sparser than the neighbors'.

"See that? That house called 'The Cursed Aaron'." That's Mr. Aaron's house, the home of a famous actor. Everyone in his family got cancer, from children to adults; no one escaped it. Everyone says Aaron's little cabin is cursed and can't be sold."

Richard's eyes lit up slightly.

Cursed? He didn't believe it.

But if the whole family gets cancer, there must be some reason for that.

For example, the most common problem is dietary habits.

The fishing boat continued eastward. Further east of Aaron's house was a flat area with many buildings, which looked like a high-end community, but it was very different from the villa area we had just seen.

Just then, Richard vaguely saw that the entire upscale residential area was shrouded in a dark, murky grayish-purple mist.

The gray-purple mist drifted slowly along the ground, and even the dust particles in the air were tinged with a dim purple light.

It looks incredibly strange and bizarre.

Lyon, however, seemed not to notice!

Richard watched this scene in astonishment when a system notification suddenly sounded: "Ding! New mission issued: [Explore the Source of the Plague]. Mission reward: Unlock the [Pain and Plague] branch, and a small amount of [Pain and Plague] knowledge."