I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Mike left the police station in silence.

Even without medical training, Mike knew that the ability to rapidly heal injuries could drive the entire world crazy.

The key is that you must first confirm this yourself!

Mike touched the pistol in his pocket, feeling like he was opening the door to a new world, like a witcher in a movie, and Catherine was that damned vampire.

I need to have a good talk with Richard.

As the first person Richard came into contact with after Catherine was injured, he may know something I don't.

He might have been coerced by Catherine.

Mike picked up his phone and put it down again, deciding not to call Richard so that Richard wouldn't be prepared in advance.

Debbie is the cheerleader for a football game at Francis Lewis High School tomorrow.

Richard is a student at the school and Debbie's boyfriend, so he'll definitely be there to watch the game...

Damn bastard! Mike gritted his teeth at the thought of this relationship.

He decided to go see his daughter's performance live, and also to surprise Richard and see if he could get some information out of him.

......

In the recording studio, off-key notes rang out, as if a beginner was playing the guitar.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! You bastard!"

Marcus, holding his guitar in his left hand, slammed it hard onto the ground.

Bang!

His guitar, which had been with him for many years, shattered with a mournful crash.

After losing his right thumb, he was forced to use his left hand, which greatly reduced his skill level.

To make matters worse, the severed finger caused inflammation, and his voice became hoarse, preventing him from completing his new song that was originally scheduled for release!

My right hand was still throbbing with pain.

Mike! Marcus was filled with resentment.

If it weren't for that bastard Mike messing things up, how could I have ended up like this?!

"Hahaha!" A rapper named Isaiah, with dyed green hair, walked over laughing wildly.

"Look who this is? Is it 'Angry Rhyme'? No, now it's called 'Four-Finger Rhyme'! Hahahaha!"

"MF! Isaiah! Shut up!" Marcus roared, raising his gun.

Isaiah's henchmen immediately raised their guns at Marcus and said menacingly:

"Do you want to die, MF?!"

His future looked bleak after he lost his right thumb.

Marcus's entire gang ran away; no fool would follow a loser.

The drummer watched the spectacle with amusement and laughter.

The sound engineer picked up a cigarette with added flavor and started smoking it with relish.

A female singer with a face full of nose piercings, lip piercings, and ear cartilage piercings excitedly makes a famous murderous gesture:

"Hey! Fuck him to death! If you're a man, fuck him to death!"

This situation was very common in the chaotic East Coast record companies.

A group of musicians who crawled out of street gangs and the underground, none of them are good people.

Some people have even started urging others to place bets.

The dark muzzle of the gun quickly calmed Marcus down. Marcus's face turned pale, and he clenched his fists tightly.

The wound was excruciatingly painful, and blood began to seep out again, overflowing from the white gauze bandage.

Inside the office, the manager, who was furiously rant on his phone, saw the chaos outside, rushed out, banged on the wall, and yelled:

"MF! If you want to fight, get out of here! Don't splatter blood everywhere! Isaiah! Marcus! This is my territory! If I see you using guns again, I'll shove your little heads up your asses!"

"Relax, boss!" Isaiah grinned as he told his henchman to put down his gun.

"It's no big deal, we're just having fun."

East Coast Records has limited resources; with Marcus gone, those resources are his.

"Hmph!" Marcus didn't even dare to utter a harsh word before turning and leaving.

He left the company in a daze, with constant pain emanating from his palms, and the inflammation and low-grade fever persisting.

He doesn't have medical insurance and can't afford to go to the hospital, so he can only rely on painkillers to tough it out.

That damn quack doctor only prescribes painkillers, they're completely useless!

When Marcus's pain became unbearable, he could only relieve it with a stimulant.

He wandered aimlessly along the road, smoking spiked cigarettes while scrolling through his phone.

I don't know how far I walked, but suddenly I came across a promotional video:

"The football game between Francis Lewis High School and Brooklyn High School will officially begin at 6:30 PM. All are welcome to attend the game at Wild Ridge Stadium in Queens for free..."

Francis Lewis High School?

Debbie's school?

I just wanted to have some fun with you, but your dad went crazy and wrecked the whole place. Is he out of his mind?

Marcus randomly found a corner, his mind feeling dizzy.

Under the influence of the enhancer, his sensitivity to pain decreased, and even the severed finger didn't hurt much anymore, making him feel much more comfortable all over.

After what happened that day, he also found out that Debbie, that bitch, was the cheerleader at Francis Lewis High School.

In that case, she will definitely participate in tomorrow's rugby game!

Marcus touched the pistol in his pocket, his hatred and rage burning fiercely.

He was wary of Mike, but he had no qualms about taking revenge on weak female students.

His last remaining self-control told him: he must not kill anyone, or he would be finished.

Go wait outside the rugby field and find a chance to make that bitch pay!

……

As the sun gradually set, the late autumn breeze blew by, and the smell of inferior artificial turf enveloped the Wild Ridge Golf Course.

The stadium is small, and the cheerleaders are already in position at the front of the side stands.

Debbie stood in the center, her smile bright and radiant.

The vibrant young girls wore matching short uniforms, with Francis Lewis High School badges on their chests, and held colorful pom-poms and flower sticks.

They raised their legs in unison to the beat of the drums, their long hair swaying and their skirts fluttering, gradually creating a lively atmosphere.

Students from Francis Lewis High School and their rival school sat together, chatting and discussing which cheerleader was prettier.

Several vendors weaved through the crowd, carrying food boxes on their chests containing popcorn, hot dogs, and drinks, the sweet aroma of caramelized popcorn filling the air.

Richard closed his endocrinology textbook, "Endocrine Physiology," bought a cup of popcorn, and leisurely ate it.

As the whistle sounded, the home and away team players lined up in turn, their tense expressions hidden beneath their heavy protective gear.

Even coach Bob was pacing nervously on the sidelines.

This game was just entertainment for the ordinary students, but it was a matter of life and death for the coach and players. David's troubles affected the team's performance, and the team was on the verge of elimination.

The open-air stands were packed with parents and residents who came to watch the game.

The men, dressed in casual jackets, chatted in small groups about the weekend's ball game while sipping coffee.

A group of mothers gathered together, subtly comparing their outfits. The winners beamed with pride, while the losers changed the subject, boasting about their children's achievements or things like, "My Tom is on the football team and is very popular with the girls..."

Tang Yuqing's father, Tang Yuanfan, also arrived at the scene at the last minute. He greeted Tang Yuqing and then joined the other parents.

This kind of competition is a great opportunity to integrate into the community, and he comes whenever he has free time.

After Debbie finished dancing, she skipped and hopped off the stage.

Debbie raised her hand to Catherine in the distance, then plopped down next to Richard.

The boys around them all cast envious glances their way.

Students from rival schools simply couldn't understand why the cheerleader from Francis Lewis High School would sit next to an Asian person.