An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Rumble!

Lynn floored the accelerator and sped towards the Lighthouse Hill community.

He rubbed the $600 in his hand with one hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

$600 a day.

That's nearly $20,000 in net profit over a month of thirty days!

In just six months, that's over ten thousand! And in a year, it's easily over two hundred thousand US dollars!

What does that mean?

You should know that in America...

An average middle-class family's annual pre-tax income is just over $100,000.

At this rate of making money.

The mess left behind by the original owner can be easily cleaned up within six months.

buzz-

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone in my pocket vibrated violently.

Two text messages popped up in quick succession.

[Collection Notice: Your weekly paycheck loan is overdue for more than 30 days, and the debt has been officially transferred to Blackstone Collection Company! If you do not contact us, we will take coercive measures to come to your door...]

[Overdue Notice: Your Seattle public hospital medical bill for this month is overdue by more than 11 days! Your social credit score has decreased, and overdue payments will incur high additional interest. Please pay immediately...]

"Click".

Lynn glanced at it and then turned off her phone.

My good mood vanished quite a bit in an instant.

I originally thought six months would be plenty of time.

In retrospect, six months is still too long.

As she pondered this, Lynn had already made up her mind.

tonight.

He wanted to have a thorough and accessible "discussion" with Katie about life.

I'll personally teach her how to use her proud, long legs to show her what it really means to push the boundaries!

Once this path is successfully established, subscription fees will definitely skyrocket.

Pay off the loan, and it won't even take half a year!

Having made up his mind, Lynn accelerated.

The car hadn't gone very far.

The road ahead forks.

On one side is a city road, and on the other side is a highway entrance.

Lynn gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his deep eyes slightly narrowed.

After hesitating for a second, he decisively turned the steering wheel and drove onto the highway.

the reason is simple.

Because of that beautiful, icy policewoman.

Annie Carlisle!

When I asked the other party yesterday before leaving whether they were on duty today, it was definitely not a casual question.

Today, he's still aiming for a ticket!

Tip #2

Once you've captured her initial interest as a woman...

Remember to strike while the iron is hot and continue to reinforce this impression!

This is the lowest-cost and most efficient method.

Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on Lynn's lips, and he decisively stepped on the gas pedal to the floor.

boom!

The dilapidated Camry sped along the highway like a roaring beast.

Perhaps it's because we're returning home early today.

When Lynn arrived at the intersection yesterday.

The roadsides were deserted, with no police cars in sight.

Lynn wasn't in a hurry.

He simply parked the car on the side of the road, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

His hands rested casually on the steering wheel, as if he were waiting for his prey to appear.

About half an hour.

Two police cars with flashing red and blue lights soon appeared at the end of the road.

The police car stopped precisely at the intersection.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the first car was pushed open.

A pair of long, slender, and perfectly straight legs stepped down first.

Immediately afterwards, Annie Carlisle's tall figure came into Lynn's view.

"Oh?"

Lynn's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

Today, Annie was still wearing that tight-fitting dark police uniform.

A black belt cinched her slender waist, accentuating the fullness of her upper body.

He has a model-like height of 1.75 meters.

And that was paired with that stunningly beautiful face, clad in black sunglasses and with an icy demeanor.

That innate sense of asceticism and the aloofness that keeps people at arm's length.

This would absolutely make hardcore SM enthusiasts go wild with joy on the spot!

"Tsk."

Lynn's eyes suddenly lit up, and a slight smile slowly curved her lips.

"Click!"

He abruptly shifted into drive and slammed his right foot down on the accelerator!

Rumble!!!

The old Camry's exhaust pipe suddenly spewed out thick black smoke.

The car tires screeched wildly on the asphalt, emitting a piercing scream.

With a resolute air, it charged straight at the police car parked on the side of the road like a cannonball.

100 meters.

Fifty meters.

Twenty meters!

Annie, who had just regained her footing, also turned her head sharply.

His pupils contracted sharply behind his sunglasses, and his right hand instinctively went to the holster.

squeak--

Accompanied by an extremely piercing screech of brakes and a pungent smell of burning rubber.

The Camry, billowing black smoke, stopped precisely less than half a meter from Annie!

The car even shook violently twice due to the enormous inertia.

The air froze instantly.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Lynn gripped the steering wheel with one hand, tilting his head slightly to stare intently at Annie, whose expression had subtly changed: "We meet again, Officer Annie."

Looking at that familiar Eastern face through the car window.

Annie's expression froze for a moment.

A flash of shock and disbelief crossed his cold eyes.

The once indestructible, cold noodle set became incredibly vivid at this moment.

But she had, after all, received rigorous training.

Only two seconds passed.

She took a deep breath and forced down the inexplicable panic in her heart.

Looking down at Lynn, his voice was as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cave: "Mr. Lin, you're speeding."

But her fingers, which were gripping the ticket book so tightly that they turned slightly white, betrayed the unease in her heart.

Faced with the oppressive, cold scrutiny, Lynn smiled instead: "Thank you for remembering my name."

After a pause, Lynn stubbed out his cigarette. "Then, please give me a hefty ticket, okay?"

Annie remained silent.

Her gaze was fixed intently on the Asian man in front of her.

Although his expression remained aloof and unapproachable, his eyes behind the sunglasses kept flickering.

madman.

People kept their distance from police cars.

But the other party not only deliberately sped for two days in a row, but even took the initiative to ask for a ticket!

What exactly do they want to do?

After a moment's hesitation, Annie still issued the ticket with a cold expression.

tearing~

She tore off the ticket and coldly handed it over.

"Please sign your full name, officer."

Lynn didn't answer, but calmly reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Annie's long eyelashes trembled violently.

She looked at Lynn intently for a moment, then bit her red lips.

She forcefully signed her name, "Enivie Carlisle," in the bottom right corner of the ticket.

She then slammed the ticket heavily onto the car door.

"Thank you for your cooperation, officer."

Lynn picked up the ticket with two fingers.

He folded it very carefully in front of Annie and slowly put it into the pocket of his shirt near his heart.

"Wishing you a pleasant life, beautiful lady."

Lynn smiled slightly.

Without saying another word, he floored the accelerator.

boom!

The Camry emitted another plume of black smoke and sped away without looking back.

Annie stood there, saying nothing.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling her chestnut-brown hair.

Through her sunglasses, she watched silently as the wrecked car disappeared at the end of the highway.

A glint of interest flickered in his icy eyes.

"Lin..."

Annie's red lips parted slightly as she softly murmured the name.

……

Lighthouse Mountain Community.

It was still early when Lynn arrived at Mrs. Hill's house.

The setting sun had just begun to gild the houses in this community with a golden hue.

This was the earliest he had returned since moving into the attic.

Ding dong.

Lynn walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.

The door did not open immediately.

About two or three minutes later.

Katie's alert voice came through the intercom behind the door.

Who is it?

"it's me."

Lynn stood with his hands in his pockets, his tone flat and devoid of any inflection.

Click.

The sounds inside the room abruptly ceased.

In an instant, there was complete silence both inside and outside the door.

The people inside seemed to have vanished into thin air in an instant; there wasn't even a sound of them breathing.

Lynn wasn't in a hurry.

He slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, Lynn said calmly, "Are you planning to hide in there like a coward for the rest of your life...?"

"Miss Blue Angel?"

This extremely damaging ID effectively ended the game.

Click!

In less than two seconds, Katie frantically opened the door from the inside.

The moment I saw Lynn.

Katie took a few steps back like a startled fawn.

His eyes no longer held the arrogance and haughtiness of yesterday.

All that remained was an unmasked fear and guilt, and a trace of instinctive resistance.

She had obviously just taken a shower.

She was wearing a tight-fitting white tank top and extremely short denim shorts.

Those incredibly long, bare legs radiated a delicate and captivating luster, like ivory.

It is full of the youthful flesh that is extremely tight and elastic, like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"What kind of look is that?"

Lynn ignored Katie's horrified gaze and stepped straight into the house: "Remember, you have no right to act like a victim in front of me."

After saying that, Lynn walked straight past Katie and strode towards the second floor.

Walk to the corner of the stairs.

Lynn stopped and turned his head slightly, glancing at Katie who was still frozen in place, his tone leaving no room for argument: "What are you standing there for? Follow me."

"what?"

Katie shuddered, her mind buzzing, clearly somewhat dazed.

"I've already thought through the condition I mentioned yesterday."

Lynn crushed the cigarette butt against the stair railing, his tone as calm as still water.

boom!

These words struck Katie like a bolt from the blue.

That delicate face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper.

My legs involuntarily curled up and tightened.

I hid for a whole day.

Has this moment finally arrived?