I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

After Leonard arranged for the body to be disposed of, he summoned his trusted confidant, Big Vinnie:

"Big Winnie! Go and take the account books upstairs, leave immediately, and don't lose them. I'll contact you to get them back. If..."

Just then, one of his men rushed in in a panic.

"A policeman has arrived at the door!"

Leonard was completely stunned:

"MF! How did it happen so fast! Who the hell called the police?!"

"It was a patrol car that happened to be passing by. They heard the gunshots and came to check."

"FXXK! Why are these damn cops so eager?!"

"It's Donovan and his partner."

"Donovan?" Marcus gritted his teeth but also breathed a sigh of relief; this guy had fed himself.

He said to the calm and collected second-in-command, Kane:

"Kane, I'll go hold off those in uniform. You're in charge here. Hide all the shady stuff!"

Donovan, having received money, can indeed turn a blind eye to certain things.

But it would be too arrogant to remove the body and send the high school students away in front of Donovan; it would put both sides in a difficult position.

Kane nodded:

"Don't worry, boss."

Leonard rushed out to deal with Donovan.

Kane gives orders:

"Little John! Come here!" He grabbed a small, thin member.

"Go and hide the goods. Remember! If anything goes wrong, the goods are yours! After today, you'll be a full member!"

John was both terrified and excited; he finally had the chance to join the BG gang!

He nodded emphatically:

"Don't worry, Boss Kane!"

Kane then tilted his head at another of his scarred henchmen, signaling with his eyes: Keep an eye on this kid, don't let him steal the enhancement agent.

Scarface nodded and followed John away with a cold expression.

Kane then addressed the two menacing-looking gang members:

"You two, take these kids upstairs and don't let them come down! Absolutely no noise!"

"Don't worry!" the burly man with tattoos all over his face immediately roared.

"Stand up, everyone! Come upstairs with me!"

David resists:

"No! We need to get out of here, it's too dangerous!"

The tattooed man pulled out a pistol and snapped the safety off.

FXXK! David was so scared that he immediately raised his hands:

"OK, OK, I'll do whatever you say."

"Don't speak, shut up."

Serena, Susan, Tang Yuqing, and the other girls were all terrified, their faces turning pale, unsure of what would happen next.

Only Debbie was still grinning foolishly.

Serena pleaded softly:

"Hey bro, I know Harpy, he's the one who brought me in. Can we leave?"

"Harpy? Hahaha!" The two laughed wildly, the tattooed man leering at them.

"Where did that kid get all those handsome young men from?"

As he spoke, he slapped David hard on the buttocks.

David felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stood on end when he saw the tattooed man's eyes, which seemed to want to devour him.

The group was led upstairs at gunpoint and into a small, enclosed room without windows.

Bang! The door to the small room slammed shut, and two gangsters stood guard at the door with guns.

Everyone was trembling with fear.

Debbie was still grinning foolishly.

The tattooed man turned on the TV and brazenly started playing a gender-diverse adult film, all the while eyeing David.

David was terrified and shrank desperately into the corner, his mind filled with regret. This black man was clearly gay!

Damn!

It's all Richard's fault. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have come to the bar to relax, and I wouldn't have run into all this trouble!

Damn Richard!

Damn Serena!

This damn world!

Damn Emerson Group!

......

Donovan ate a hamburger while patrolling in his car.

Eating while driving is a perk for police officers.

Anyone else who dares to eat while driving will be ticketed for "distracted driving".

If you spill coffee on the steering wheel while being questioned by the police, things will get even more ridiculous, and you might even be arrested on the spot.

Donovan drove slowly past the Stinger bar. The car slowed down, and a black man with a tattooed arm got out and followed the car into the shadows around the corner.

The vehicle stopped beside a wide roof, and the windows rolled down.

The tattooed Black man strode forward, nodded to the two police officers, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled out a roll of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Donovan's hand.

Donovan glanced at them; they were all old coins. He then weighed them in his hand, squinted, and said:

"How come there's only this much?"

The tattooed Black man quickly explained:

"It rained yesterday and it's raining again today, so there are fewer people coming. Business has been slow lately."

Donovan's partner got out of the car, grabbed the tattooed black man by the collar, and slammed his face hard into the engine.

boom!

"MF! Don't try to fob me off with that excuse. What's the main source of income for your establishment? Do you think I don't know?"

"Don't treat us like fools! Tell Leonard that if he doesn't pay this week's money by next week, I'll break his legs and send him to the Ghost Gang's jail to enjoy a few days of fun."

The tattooed black man nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, I'll pass it on to the boss."

"Alright, let him get lost!" Donovan shoved the tattooed black man aside, his partner wiped his hands, and the two began dividing the money:

"Where should we go find some fun later?"

"I'm not playing today. The BG gang and Ghost Shadow gang have been going crazy these past few days, I'm exhausted! Today things are finally a bit calmer, I need to find a place to take a nap."

Donovan shrugged.

It's raining today; even gangsters wouldn't make a move at a time like this.

The strangest thing is that even though the two sides are fighting like this, the higher-ups have been controlling the intensity of the investigation.

This whole thing is bizarre from beginning to end; it's clearly not normal.

Donovan didn't care; those were decisions made by the big shots above.

He was just a lowly sheriff; he was already doing quite well to get some subsidies from a few nightclubs.

The two were chatting and laughing when a gunshot suddenly rang out in the distance.

boom!

"What the fxxk!" Donovan jumped, ducking to the side of the car, his gun already drawn.

His first reaction was that Leonard was panicking and preparing to kill him.

Only after realizing that no one was around, including the tattooed black man who was nervously lying on the ground, did they understand that it was a misunderstanding.

Not far away at the Stinger Bar, several customers rushed out of the door and scattered, while the gang members guarding the door hurriedly rushed inside.

His partner shouted:

"The gunshots came from the Stinger bar!"

"Fxxk! The Ghost Gang is here to cause trouble for you guys?"

The tattooed black man lay on the ground with a mournful face:

"I don't know."

Donovan cautiously lay down beside the car and waited a while longer.

Only one shot was fired, and there was no follow-up.

If it were two gangs fighting, it wouldn't be this quiet.

Donovan realized that some idiot must have been high on drugs and fired the shot.

This kind of thing is very common.

His eyes lit up and he immediately realized that this was a great opportunity to swindle money; shooting someone would be a huge liability!

If someone dies, that would be even better!

Donovan turned on his body camera and shouted:

"Let's go check it out, some citizens are in danger."

His partner understood, grinned, pulled out a pistol, and swaggered over, also turning on the law enforcement camera.

The tattooed black man was stunned. He didn't dare to stop the police and could only quickly call his boss.

Donovan saw it but deliberately didn't stop him. Before he even reached the door, he saw Leonard hurriedly walk out.

Leonard, beaming with enthusiasm, opened his arms and embraced him.

"Hey, Officer Donovan."