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Chapter 139 Lyon's Escape (9K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

"Has Richard confirmed it? His relationship with that so-called saintess."

"Confirmed, they're classmates." The man in the suit said quickly, "While it's a bit surprising that the white cheerleader Debbie chose an Asian, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly special—well, anything particularly strange. That boy is considered quite handsome for an Asian. You know, girls are always attracted to appearances..."

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"I have no interest in her personal feelings," Alger interrupted the man in the suit.

He never believed in any damn miracles, even though he had watched the video of the empty frame falling and breaking repeatedly and couldn't see any flaws.

But he doesn't believe in miracles.

Furthermore, the falling of the flower ball and the falling of the Virgin Mary's headscarf are two identical miracles, clearly man-made.

Low-probability events are unlikely to occur twice in a row.

If it happens, it's not a coincidence, but an inevitability.

This only shows that the Catholic Church has mastered a secret method of creating miracles, which may include this incident of the empty cross falling.

Although many people have proven that there is no hidden mechanism behind the cross, it seems magical—

But he didn't believe it at all; it was just magic.

Alger's lips twitched slightly, with a very subtle hint of mockery.

He did so many bad things, he should have gone to hell long ago, but he's still alive and well.

His father and his grandfather had also committed hundreds of bad deeds.

and then?

The Vaughn family is thriving!

Which wealthy person doesn't have blood on their hands?

So, what about that so-called punishment from God?

absolutely not!

Therefore, God does not exist!

People are easily deceived by illusory appearances.

Alger completely forgot about Debbie's divine revelation. The problem now is that the FBI has appeared around Debbie.

They weren't investigating Debbie; they were protecting her.

Richard has become very close to Debbie again.

If Richard's own surveillance personnel were constantly following him, it would be easy for the FBI to notice, leading to unnecessary trouble.

Alger calmly said, "Since that Dongda student is not a suspect, remove the surveillance and don't attract the FBI."

"Yes," the man in the suit replied immediately.

He had wanted to withdraw for a long time, but he didn't dare.

Alger's order relieved him.

If the FBI discovers the surveillance and mistakenly identifies the person as an extremist religious figure or a Protestant, the resulting trouble could be completely uncontrollable.

Richard, an Asian from a small merchant family, had neither the ability nor the motivation to get involved in arms dealing or smuggling.

In comparison, the Monroe family is highly suspected.

The Monroe family is in talks to acquire an arms company, indicating their intention to enter the arms industry.

This business negotiation has been going on for more than a year and could be finalized and officially announced at any time.

Alger stopped talking, picked up the cigar cutter, and began to slowly cut off the cigarette butt.

The sound of the scissors closing was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The man in the suit left.

The study fell silent again.

Richard practiced kayaking again, reviewing his skills and feel.

He deliberately glided along the coast to cause trouble for the two monitors.

Oops, I'm kayaking now. How are you guys planning to follow me?

To Richard's surprise, the two monitors who had been like a persistent poison had disappeared.

Ok?

What happened?

Richard was very surprised.

He rowed back to number 1200 after more than ten minutes, then drove his Porsche out for a stroll again, deliberately driving slowly.

But the monitor is gone.

Really gone.

The two gazes that had been staring at him disappeared.

Richard had no idea who was supporting them.

During this period, whether at Catherine's house, YC Apartments, or Baytop Villa, he could feel the watchful eyes of the police whenever he appeared at the door.

It's gone now.

What exactly happened?

Richard was puzzled.

Could it be that something went wrong in Lyon?

He immediately picked up his phone and called Lyon.

Inside the cabin, Leon looked at Debbie's photo on his phone and prayed softly, "Debbie, oh no, Saint Debbie, you know me, right? I even took you and Richard out to sea last time. I don't know many gods, so please bless me to leave here safely and reach the East University."

Lyon has made all the preparations.

Tonight I'll drive to Canada and then transfer to a flight to East University.

Lyon wasn't stupid; he knew that many people in New York were watching him, and buying a plane ticket here would easily be discovered.

However, once he leaves New York, his influence will be much smaller.

His screen had been changed to a picture of Debbie.

In the picture, Debbie is dressed in a holy priestly robe, wearing a laurel wreath and holding a scepter, exuding divine radiance.

It's unclear who created this image, but it's now widely circulated online.

It's time to go.

Lyon looked around reluctantly, his eyes filled with reluctance.

He gripped the helm of the Wave Chaser; the leather-wrapped handle had worn a unique curve into his palm, and he rubbed it.

This is my precious baby!

Elton, you bastard!

My peaceful fishing life was interrupted!

I had planned to go tuna fishing with a group of friends!

I don't want to go to that place where, according to Richard, even buying a yacht requires a lot of consideration.

It may be safe, but it's definitely very oppressive.

He gently kissed the ship's rudder and stroked every detail in the cabin. If he were to leave, who would she end up with?

Will the grip be reshaped like someone else's?

Lyon was very reluctant to leave.

Just then, my phone rang.

Leon was startled, thinking he had been discovered by someone.

He looked around; the dock was still quiet, with only a few scattered lights.

He turned on his phone; it wasn't his brother Elton, but Richard.

Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his thumb hesitated for a moment on the answer button.

Richard knew about his plan to escape.

So far, Elton has not sent anyone to arrest him, which means that Richard has not betrayed him.

Leon pressed the answer button: "Hi, Richard."

"Hey Lyon, how's it going lately?"

"I'm about to leave. The group of people watching me are still there. They've probably realized they've been exposed, and now they're even more secretive. But I know, I can sense it, they're still watching me!"

"Are you sure it's your brother's person? Could there be—a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? How could there be a misunderstanding!" Leon was furious. "Who else would be watching me besides him? I'm just a nobody fisherman!"

Richard didn't ask any more questions. Through his probing, he confirmed that Lyon hadn't told his family about it.

"I'm leaving. New York is too dangerous."

"Going to the University of Tokyo? Are you ready? Do you need my help?"

Lyon hesitated.

Richard doesn't have much influence in the United States; let's talk about it after he gets to Tokyo University.

His gaze swept across every corner of the cabin—dial, fish detector, fishing rod holder—before finally settling on the helm.

"I'm leaving in three days." Leon deliberately lied to Richard; in reality, he was leaving soon, which was also a way for him to protect himself.

If Richard is also one of Elton's men, they will lower their guard in the next couple of days.

"Richard, the Wave Chaser is yours. I'll talk to the people at the yacht center."

Richard keenly sensed from this seemingly begging tone that Leon was about to escape.

The surveillance team should take action soon!

Richard's ears were very sharp; he heard the faint sound of waves on the phone, and the guy was most likely on his own boat.

He looked at the [Blood Box], which only contained 5.3 units of [fresh flesh and blood]. Without the replenishment from Katarina's Clinic, blood draws alone were simply not enough to make up for the losses, and the stock was dwindling.

Having no other choice, he managed to squeeze out some money and resurrected an owl.

Richard muted his microphone: "Go to the marina, find Leon, and keep an eye on him."

The owl took flight silently and disappeared into the air.

Richard turned the microphone back on and said, "It's too valuable."

"It's yours," Leon said firmly.

In Lyon's view, both Richard's relationship at the University of Tokyo and Debbie's sainthood were very important to his future, so it was necessary to befriend him.

I absolutely cannot give this boat to those fair-weather friends; those bastards are always mocking me for not being able to catch big fish.

Only Richard caught that bluefin tuna and gave it to him, allowing him to show off in front of those bastards.

That was the happiest night I'd ever had fishing in Lyon.

Richard is such a good man!

Richard asked in surprise, "Are you really sure?"

Lyon was heartbroken, but he still said rationally, "Of course, I might live in Dongda for a few years. I can't sail this ship there. If I leave it for a few years, it will be in terrible condition when I come back. I might as well give it to you. You have to take good care of my baby and take her fishing for some big fish."

Lyon's calculations were also quite shrewd.

Three million for a bit of goodwill, plus the saintess's kindness—it's worth it!

Brother, I encountered some danger at Tokyo University, and I relied entirely on your help.

Of course, Lyon hasn't said anything yet.

Since that's the case, Richard simply said, "Okay, be careful and have a safe trip."

Lyon stopped talking and didn't want to say anything more.

It's about time; it's time to take action.

He began tidying up the yacht one last time, and finally took a photo—a group photo taken the first time he caught cod with this boat.

Goodbye, my goddess.

Richard hung up the phone, somewhat surprised.

To be honest, Richard initially disliked Leon, who kept testing him. Richard could tell, but he just didn't want to pay attention.

He didn't have any particular feelings for Leon; he neither hated nor was he particularly friendly. They were just friends who had hung out once.

Richard was indeed involved in the Hart Island incident, but he felt no remorse, or rather, he felt no remorse towards the entire Western world.

You haven't repaid the debt I owe for a century of decline!

Richard simply lacked the strength to do so at the moment, so he had no choice but to back down.

Therefore, he had absolutely no psychological barriers to fishing with Lyon.

If Leon dies, it'll be his bad luck.

But now...

Richard tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel.

Okay, this three million yuan boat bought your life.

Richard began to carefully consider his options.

If someone were to capture Leon, and he escapes and survives, the person who has been hiding behind the scenes will continue to keep an eye on Leon, or even target the Monroe family, and might even become close to the Monroe family.

That would make me safer.

So it seems like it's not bad for me?

Richard sensed the owl circling in the air a few times, indicating that he had found Leon and was following him.

Richard started the car and drove towards Lyon.

According to the owl's location sensor, Lyon is heading northwest, presumably heading towards Canada.

Leon hugged and kissed the ship's rudder one last time, then resolutely left.

$300 million is indeed expensive for him, but it's not a huge financial blow. It's worth it to use it to build goodwill, ensure his life at the University of Tokyo and his hope of returning in the future.

Anyway, this ship is going to be scrapped sooner or later if it's left here.

You belong to the sea, not this damn dock!

With Richard's abilities, he should be able to take you out to sea.

Once Lyon made his decision, he stopped thinking about it.

We disembarked.

He didn't know where the people who were following him were.

The other party has become increasingly secretive these past few days, like an invisible sword hanging over Lyon's heart, making him feel terrified, yet he can't see where the sword is.

As usual, Lyon went straight to the yacht service center after disembarking.

This is specially designed for wealthy people who own private yachts, so that the lights remain on even when the night is deep.

"A friend of mine borrowed the boat, he'll come to pick it up, his name is Richard." Leon told the staff, left the boat key and Richard's information, and then went into the changing room.

There was a suit that he had prepared long ago in his closet.

Lyon changed his clothes, padded his shoulders, and then quietly slipped away through the back door.

The employee parking lot at the back gate had only a few civilian cars parked sparsely.

The white Toyota was very inconspicuous; a friend had parked it there beforehand so he could pretend to be a poor guy and chase after a girl at a yacht center.

He was even ridiculed by his friends.

Lyon looked around; no one was watching.

He immediately got into the car; it was full of gas!

very good!

all the best.

Just then, he felt something hard pressing against the back of his head.

A man's voice came from the back seat: "I'll give you directions, you drive."

Leon froze on the spot. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that there was someone sitting in the back seat!

The other person was wearing sunglasses and holding a silenced pistol, which was pressed firmly against the back of his head.

WTF!

How did he know this car was mine?

Did that jerk of a friend betray me?

Or have they been spying on me all along, and I just didn't know it?

Lyon screamed in terror while frantically trying to think of a way to escape: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I really don't want to take the Monroe Corporation from my brother—"

"What a load of nonsense!" the stalker frowned.

He didn't care about anything else; all he wanted was to collect the money, grab the kid, and that was it.

He didn't want to hear about the messy affairs of these rich kids, lest he get himself into trouble.

Snapped!

The muzzle of the pistol struck Leon hard on the back of the head, making him dizzy.

"Shut up. I'll say it one last time: I'll give you directions, you drive."

Huff, huff, huff... Leon felt ice-cold all over, his hands and feet were sweating, his heart was pounding, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something, making each breath short and shallow.

"Start the car! Get out of here now! Or die!" The man in sunglasses said in an icy voice.

"Yes! Yes!" Leon trembled all over, feeling like he was doomed today, but he finally calmed down.

His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his foot stiffly pressed down on the accelerator.

The vehicle slowly started moving.

Another car in the parking lot started up and followed behind, the two cars heading towards the suburbs one after the other.

As Lyon drove, he nervously considered whether he should cause a car accident to escape.

However, he dared not gamble on whether the other party's gun would accidentally go off, or whether an accident would lead to him being killed first.

"I have absolutely no ability to compete with Elton for the family fortune. No matter how ruthless he is, he wouldn't go so far as to kill his own brother, would he?"

Lyon could only cling to his last shred of hope.

About twenty minutes later, the vehicle was driven to an abandoned factory.

"Put your hands behind your back."

The man in sunglasses used soft nylon handcuffs to bind Leon's thumbs, placing them behind his back.

"Get out of the car and get in." He pressed the gun against Leon.

Leon trembled, unsure of what he was about to face.

Another car stopped next to them, and a man wearing sunglasses got out as well.

Lyon was taken into the warehouse by the two men.

The warehouse was dark and gloomy, with a chair in the middle. Leon was forced to sit on the chair and then tied to it with a nylon rope.

The man in sunglasses picked up his phone: "The person has been brought here. You can come and question him now."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

A crisp voice came from the other side.

"Question!" Lyon tried to deceive himself.

Thankfully, it's just questioning; they probably won't kill me.

He faced his impending fate with fear and trepidation.

Just five minutes later, Richard followed the owl to the factory.

As the owl brushed against his hand, Richard saw the inside of the factory.

There are two enemies in total.

It seems that the people monitoring Lyon are the same as him, two monitors.

Lyon was tied to a chair in the middle of the empty factory, and probably couldn't move.

I don't know what this seven or eight-meter-high factory building was used for before.

The roof was very high, and the hiding places around Lyon were quite far away, at least more than ten meters away, which Richard's magic hand couldn't reach.

With a gun...

The person behind Leon was too close.

Richard wasn't very confident in his marksmanship.

Both men were very experienced; they lit only a small lamp at Leon's feet, one standing in a dark corner and the other hiding in the shadows behind Leon.

If someone were to rush in through the main gate, the first person they would see would be Lyon, not the two of them.

"Let's go check the rooftop."

The owl took flight, circled the entire roof of the factory, and quickly returned to Richard's side.

Richard saw an entrance.

There is a row of ventilation windows about 6 meters above the ground in the factory building. They have been abandoned for a long time and the glass is broken.

The factory walls are vertical, and the top is 7 or 8 meters above the ground. An ordinary person definitely couldn't climb up there, but Richard is no ordinary person.

Richard put on a baseball cap, mask, and rubber gloves, walked to the edge, and suddenly jumped.

Whoosh!

Richard's body rose rapidly, and due to his extremely precise control over his body, he managed to grab the edge with both hands at the highest point.

His fingers gripped tightly into the gaps in the window frame, his body dangling steadily in mid-air.

There were some shards of glass on the edges, but Richard's powerful defenses prevented any damage.

Richard gently applied pressure, and his foot landed on the edge.

He grabbed the windowsill with one hand and easily flipped his entire body through the broken window.

He could clearly see that Lyon was sitting alone in the middle, while the other two were waiting in the shadows.

Clearly, these two are not the masterminds. Someone should be coming soon, but it's unclear whether they will be the executors or the real masterminds.

Richard squatted silently on the windowsill.

He waited quietly for about twenty minutes.

During this time, the two monitors would switch positions every few minutes.

There was always one person standing two or three meters away from Lyon, and another person standing in a darker corner; they were clearly both experts.

Unfortunately, no matter how they adjusted their positions, it all looked ridiculous to Richard high in the air.

Richard's sense of desire was clearly revealed by the flames of desire burning above his head; their attempts to reposition themselves were utterly futile.

More than twenty minutes later.

A car slowly pulled up a short distance away, and a man dressed in a very conservative camel-colored suit got out.

He parked his car far away, looked around warily, and slowly walked over.

Richard observed silently from a dark, high vantage point.

Even though it was dark, his powerful vision still allowed him to make out the other person's appearance.

There was only one person, who looked very young, and he didn't bring any subordinates.

They should be the executors, not the masterminds behind the scenes!

We can't let him interrogate Leon. Once he does, he'll find out that Leon knew nothing at all, and Leon will also find out that he's been misunderstood.

Then, the other party's suspicions may fall on you.

I can't kill the executor myself, that would alert the people behind him, so I just need to scare him away.

I'll have to trouble the Lyon brothers to take the blame for me.

You've worked hard; those who are capable should do more.

Lyon escaped to Canada alive, and the blame lies with the Monroe family.

Only when Leon dies will the blame come back to Richard.

So Richard not only had to save him, but also had to get him far enough away.

Richard quickly made a judgment and immediately released a fly puppet, which landed on the man in the suit.

He quietly climbed over the wall into the factory. The factory was covered by metal panels with rows of tiny protrusions that protruded about 1 centimeter from the roof surface.

For ordinary people, this is not a handhold at all. Perhaps some rock climbing experts can barely manage it, but for Richard, this thing is no different from flat ground.

He pinched the protrusion with his fingers, suspending himself in mid-air, and slowly moved up to the top of Leon's head, all without making a sound.

Richard looked down; below him was the executor.

He was very alert, looking left and right, probably not expecting someone to climb over his head.

Richard gently loosened his fingers, and his body fell freely to the ground.

The sound of wind overhead startled the monitor. He looked up in surprise and saw a dark, indistinct object land on his head. Startled, he exclaimed, "What is that?"

While Richard was still in mid-air, he precisely stopped at the four-meter edge and activated [Touch of Pain], striking him squarely in the heart.

"Ugh!" The bodyguard groaned, clutching his heart as he collapsed to the ground.

This sudden turn of events terrified Leon, who struggled desperately, but unfortunately, he was tied to the chair and couldn't move.

Pfft!

He fell to the ground along with the chair, whimpering in fright.

Richard landed on the ground, and the other person finally reacted, hurriedly drawing his gun.

But Richard's pistol was already pointed at the other side.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Missed.

Ah, I still need to practice my shooting skills.

The man panicked and shrank into the obstacle.

"What the fuck! Who is he? What's going on? How did he get in?" The man was completely baffled.

He had searched the place many times and found that there was no other entrance except for the back door and the main door, which he had locked with an iron chain.

Could it be that the other party had hidden here beforehand?

He hid in the back, silently counting the guns.

Three, two, one.

He suddenly leaned out, ready to engage Richard in a gunfight.

Then, he was stunned.

Huh?

What about people?

Where is that person from just now?

Lyon was all alone, surrounded by empty space.

That just now...

At that moment, the back of his head felt ice-cold.

"Who are you watching here?" the monitor asked in utter terror.

How can it be so fast!

Before he could turn around, Richard fired.

boom!

Half of the man's head was blown off, and he fell heavily to the ground.

An aura of death immediately emanated from the scene.

The man in the suit outside was approaching when he suddenly heard gunshots from inside. He was startled and knew something had happened.

Without a second thought, he turned and ran.

Less than a minute later, the man in the suit sped away from there in his car.

Richard peeked outside, then silently returned to Lyon's side.

This kid is too cautious, but it doesn't matter, the fly puppet has already caught up anyway.

Richard wasn't in a hurry at all; he needed to scare the dog to make it hurry back to its owner.

I want to see who the dog's owner really is!

Richard walked up to Lyon.

Lyon stared in disbelief at the masked man.

A baseball cap covered his eyes, a mask covered his entire face, he was dressed entirely in black, and his movements were extremely agile. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the other person was of Asian descent.

"Who exactly are you?"

Richard did not answer.

He reached out and pinched the nylon cable tie binding Lyon. With a slight pull, the cable tie snapped.

The people of Lyon were stunned.

This is actually allowed?!

Richard tilted his head and gestured towards the door.

"Doesn't he speak English?" Leon finally realized that this was a way to get him to escape.

He turned and ran towards the door, then looked at Richard intently once he reached it: "I don't know whose side you work for, but thank you, thank you very much!"

After saying that, Leon rushed madly toward his car.

My heart was pounding as I got in the car; today's events were so exciting!

He didn't have time to think before starting the vehicle.

The tires screeched as the vehicle sped away.

He didn't know who had interfered in the matter, nor did he know what had happened.

The chaos of the night had left him feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Lyon drove straight to Canada, and it took him a full hour to calm down after leaving the New York area.

No one should be chasing us anymore.

Who saved me?

Richard!

Only Richard knew that I was leaving in the next few days.

And that person's ability to tear nylon cable ties with one hand... could it be... Eastern kung fu?

It must be Richard's secret bodyguard!

Lyon understood everything.

Richard is indeed a big shot, what a great brother!

This ship was such a great deal!

Lyon dared not slacken its pace and drove all the way to Canada, disappearing into the night.

Richard first examined the deceased's memory.

There was no valuable intelligence, just footage from the surveillance footage of the past few days.

The ability to sense the deceased is rather useless.

Memory is sometimes useful, but mostly useless because it's too random. It would be better if it were more stable.

Even if I can only see memories from the most recent day, that would be fine.

Richard returned to the violently shaking monitor, who was still tormented by the painful touch. He saw everything but was unable to move.

Richard pressed down on the other person's back and began to extract [fresh flesh and blood] without hesitation.

The monitor froze.

He felt something devouring him, a pulling sensation from the inside out, and he was terrified.

The monitor screamed in agony, completely unable to resist. The excruciating pain in his heart prevented him from even standing up, and his fingers were spasming.

His consciousness quickly faded.

[Ding! The number of recharges and discharges has been reached. The maximum capacity of the [Blood Remains Chest] has increased by 1.]

It's upgraded! Now it's at 21 units!

That's good news.

Richard continued to extract, taking advantage of the fact that the man in sunglasses was still alive, and extracted another 1 unit of [fresh flesh and blood] to fill the 1 unit limit of [Blood Box] that had just been added.

The other party finally breathed their last, releasing an aura of death.

If you extract just a dozen units of fresh flesh and blood from a person, you can suck them to death.

In other words, even if someone kills someone, he can only extract a dozen or so units at most.

(Once the target is dead, it's impossible to extract fresh flesh and blood.)

Richard had been considering whether to kill some gang members to accumulate resources for the [Flesh and Blood Forging] project.

But if you can only draw about 20 units each time, you'll have to kill 50 people.

Moreover, his "Withered Resentment" only cools down once a day, so killing one person a day would take fifty days. The continuous disappearances of people, even if they are just gang members, would attract the attention of the police or other uncontrollable problems.

Blood tests at the Manhattan Anti-Aging Center are safer.

He squatted beside the dried-up corpse, rummaging through his memories once more, but they were all meaningless information.

Richard finally used "withered resentment" to turn the dried corpse into ashes.

Then comes cleaning up the mess.

The factory building is empty, made entirely of sheet metal, so it can't be heated at all.

Richard could only hold the monitor's clothes and the torn plastic rope together, and after confirming that nothing was left behind, he packed them up and took them away.

In that case, if the other party comes back to check the scene, they will only think that a monitor has been arrested and interrogated by the Monroe family.

Gentlemen of Monroe, you should all keep your heads covered.

Let's leave here first, to avoid being exposed.

Richard jumped from one rooftop to another, arriving at the parking spot in just two minutes.

Thankfully, the car wasn't damaged.

He jumped to the ground and drove off in the direction of the fly puppet.

"I'd like to see who you're actually going to find!"

The man in the suit drove around New York City for more than 40 minutes before finally relaxing.

However, the man in the suit clearly didn't return to his old hideout; instead, he went to an area where the city's middle class congregated and entered a high-end apartment building.

Then, the fly puppet's position remained unchanged, approximately on the fourth floor.

This should be his safe house.

Richard waited for two hours without any movement, so he released another fly puppet and replaced it with the previous one.

Through the memories contained in the fly puppet, Richard finally obtained a crucial piece of information.

The man in the suit made a phone call to report back: "The mission to kidnap Leon failed. It must have been the Monroe family who sent people to rescue Leon."

"Have you been exposed?" came an old man's voice from the other end of the line, his voice somewhat distinctive.

Richard seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"No, I didn't get close. I left immediately after hearing the gunshot."

The voice on the other end paused for a moment: "Okay, you'll remain silent for 24 hours and don't make any sudden movements."

"Yes."

The phone screen showed only a number, with no name, abbreviation, or any other information. The man in the suit was very wary; unless you caught him and interrogated him, you might not be able to get the mastermind out.

Richard quickly dismissed this rash idea.

The illegal arms trade has far-reaching implications.

Hart Island, KOM Corporation, and the ability to influence Marine Police Inspector Samuel—their power must be immense.

Unless you can capture him in one go, or launch a surprise attack and kill him, it will be extremely dangerous.

Richard didn't think he could stop a sniper bullet from hundreds of meters away.

This is the best situation right now. Leon has escaped, and the men in suits don't know that I saved him; they just think it was the Monroe family who did it.

The biggest advantage is that you are in the dark while the other party is in the light.

As long as the fly puppet stays on him, the opponent's actions will be exposed.

You've been watching me for a long time, now it's my turn to watch you!

You're going to make the deal tomorrow night, and I want to see if this man in the suit will participate.

Richard did not give up and waited quietly in the car until dawn.

The man in the suit still didn't move.

Richard had no choice but to give up; he was too lazy to waste any more time.

The other party will likely remain silent for about 24 hours as requested, and will not leave the safe house until the operation is scheduled for tomorrow.

Richard drove to the dock and found the Wave Chaser.

A staff member from the private marina yacht club politely approached him: "May I ask what brings you here, sir?" She knew every wealthy person there; Richard was clearly visiting for the first time.

Richard calmly replied, "I came as Lyon-Monroe requested. He gave me the Wave Chaser, and I'd like to ask how to complete the formalities."

The woman's eyes lit up as she glanced at the record: "Mr. Monroe has already told us that's indeed the case. Are you Mr. Richard?"

"Yes." He took out his driver's license.

After confirming again, the woman said, "Our lawyer will handle the handover procedures for you, and you can sail away now. Please give me a fixed address."

"No. 1200, Wanding Mountain Villa. There's a private dock there. Find a captain to help me get there."

"OK."

When Richard returned home, the ship had already been steered to the dock by a captain.

Richard made a brief handover with the other party, gave them a small tip, and the captain left happily.

Evan always gets up very early.

He was exercising in the yard when he stared in disbelief at the fishing boat that was more than 20 meters long.

He was still clutching a small dumbbell in his hand, frozen on the lawn.

Evan looked at the fishing boat, which was clearly custom-made, and then looked at his own small yacht, which was a generic model.

Even if he wasn't familiar with yachts, he knew that one was much more expensive than his own!

Richard waved enthusiastically again: "Hi, Evan!"

Evan's gaze lingered on the lines of the Wave Chaser for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then she turned around and went back into her room, never wanting to come out again.

I'll sell the yacht another day!

I want to find someone better than him!

Richard shrugged: "How stingy."