American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

Old Zhou, full of anticipation, ultimately received the answer that he did not know him.

According to Lao Liu's intelligence, this crazy woman has been living a life of constant danger for years, and there's not a trace of her buying diapers in her purchase records.

And look at her now, looking like she wants to tear Old Jin to pieces...

If she really had a child born from a one-shot pregnancy, she would have bought a plane ticket and gone to North America to castrate that bastard.

The only targets are Mariko, the heiress of a wealthy family, and that elusive Itsu.

Yukio snorted coldly and sheathed her katana.

She couldn't beat him, and she couldn't figure out what was going on with this bastard. All she wanted now was to get rid of this plague as soon as possible.

Stephen Chow, however, was in no hurry to move.

He chuckled, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to him: "Don't you want to find out where that scumbag is now?"

Yukio raised her eyes and glanced sideways, her gaze cold and sharp.

"If you do me a small favor... I'll send you his detailed home address in China, house number, and even his usual fishing routes."

"Then, you can simply take your katana and go cut him down yourself!"

Seeing that the other person didn't take the cigarette, Old Zhou leaned closer. "Don't you want to confirm... whether that heartless man really has bloodlines in Japan? That could be a great key to unlocking your heart."

After saying that, Xuexu tightened her grip on the knife, and subconsciously avoided Zhou Xingxing's eyes.

Stephen Chow saw everything but remained perfectly calm.

Hooked.

This maid was incredibly loyal; she couldn't refuse this deal, even for the sake of her young mistress.

A full half minute passed before Xuexu nodded in agreement, "Deal, but you can't hurt the young lady! You can only confirm whether the child is his!"

After leaving the kendo dojo, Stephen Chow was in high spirits as he walked down the street, even the trash cans on the street corner looked pleasing to the eye.

He took out his phone and dialed Liu Jianyi's number.

"Hey Lao Liu, I've got some great intelligence! That bastard Old Jin really did leave his seed in Japan!"

"Is the intelligence accurate?"

"Accurate!" Stephen Chow strolled along the street, swinging his arms triumphantly. "The person involved's personal maid confessed in person."

"You really won over Yukio? How did you do it?"

Liu Jianyi's voice sounded utterly unbelievable. "That woman is known for her toughness. Back in the day, the Yamaguchi-gumi cornered her in an alley, and she fought her way out with just two knives. How did you even communicate with her?"

"Ugh, all this fighting and killing, it's so discordant."

Stephen Chow kicked a pebble away from the roadside, smacked his lips, and said, "I mainly relied on my personal charm, plus a bit of the patient guidance of a traditional Chinese neighborhood committee auntie. She's actually quite easygoing; she cried and begged to tell me all the gossip from back then."

Liu Jianyi gasped for breath on the phone, "Don't tell me you... you..."

"Stop with your filthy thoughts! I'm a legitimate public servant!"

"Let's get down to business. I'm truly impressed by Old Jin's ability to live off a woman. According to the maid's testimony, Mariko has a child who is seventeen or eighteen years old, who is said to be an orphan adopted from a collateral branch."

Mariko, a wealthy young lady, chose not to get married and instead adopted an orphan.

Isn't this blatant attempt to cover up a lie?

"Seventeen or eighteen years old..." Liu Jianyi understood. "If you calculate the time, it's exactly the point in time when Wolverine disappeared in Japan!"

"So that's it! This matches up perfectly! Go check if the Yashida family has any eligible young men or women registered under Mariko's name!"

"It's me again? I'm supposed to investigate Izumi, and now I have to investigate this too? What about you?"

"I'm going to sleep! I have class tomorrow!"

...

early morning.

With a steamed bun in his mouth, Stephen Chow strolled leisurely into the gates of Dongyang High School.

On both sides of the corridor, several girls wearing short skirts huddled together and whispered, their eyes filled with fear and admiration as they looked at Stephen Chow.

He walked to his shoe cabinet and reached out to pull the door shut.

"Clang!"

A dozen or so pink love letters, exuding the scent of perfume, along with several declarations of war written in red ink with the words "Decisive to the Death" written on them, poured out.

Not far away, two guilty-looking figures were tiptoeing, preparing to slip away.

"stop!"

Stephen Chow grabbed the golden retriever by the scruff of its neck.

Takashi Mitsuhashi shuddered in fright, then raised his hands with a forced smile: "Boss Hoshino! I swear! I absolutely didn't go around telling everyone about your fistfight with Boss Serizawa on the rooftop yesterday!"

Stephen Chow sneered, "Really? Then what's the deal with these challenges?"

Shinji Ito, standing nearby, honestly chimed in: "Hoshino-kun, Mitsuhashi just went to a photocopy shop and printed fifty flyers, stuffing them into the shoe cabinets of the class leaders."

Mitsuhashi: "???"

"You idiot Ito! Can you shut up?!" Mitsuhashi jumped up and down in a fit of rage.

Stephen Chow's temples were throbbing with veins.

Those two are such jerks!

Just as I was figuring out how to collect damages for defamation, the school bell rang.

Old Zhou snorted coldly, released his grip, made a throat-slitting gesture at Sanqiao, and walked towards Class 3D.

As soon as he stepped into the classroom, the blond-haired boy who had been the first to get beaten up yesterday stood up straight and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Everyone stand up!"

slam-la-

More than twenty delinquent teenagers bowed at a 90-degree angle at the same time.

"Good morning, Hoshino-kun!"

Before Lao Zhou could even give his remarks, Huang Mao and his henchmen dragged and pulled him back into his seat.

Someone was vigorously massaging my shoulders, while someone else brought me hot green tea.

The blond-haired man, his face full of obsequiousness, pulled out three exercise books with different handwriting and placed them on the table: "Boss, these are assignments that someone else did. Which font do you like? We can borrow more if you need more!"

Old Zhou slammed his fist on the table and shouted righteously, "Nonsense! What kind of behavior is this? This is blatantly depriving me of my right to compulsory education! How can young people be so depraved!"

The blond-haired man shrank back in fright and almost knelt down.

The next second, Zhou Xingxing smoothly unzipped his backpack and swept all three exercise books inside.

"However, to prevent you from becoming complacent, I'll reluctantly check these assignments for you. Don't do it again!"

The blond-haired man stared in disbelief.

You can play it like this?

Just as Class 3D was immersed in this yakuza-like warmth, the front door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

Kumiko Yamaguchi, carrying her lesson plan, walked up to the podium with a dark expression, her sharp gaze sweeping over the entire class.

The servants who had been massaging shoulders and serving tea were terrified and scattered like birds.

Old Zhou reacted the fastest; he had already grabbed the textbook and was reading it aloud with great expression.

Ah! The fragrance of knowledge!

"Like the cherry blossoms in April, they cleanse my confused soul!"

The clever underlings understood immediately and opened their books to read aloud along with them.

The entire Class 3D was filled with a joyful atmosphere of "a prodigal son returning home is more precious than gold".