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

"Envy! My God, it really is you! What are you doing here?"

Evans's purpose was extremely clear, and he rushed straight to Annie like a whirlwind.

On that normally well-maintained, delicate face, a fine layer of sweat inexplicably appeared due to anxiety and guilt.

"I don't seem to need to explain my itinerary to you, Mr. Evans."

Annie didn't even lift her eyelids, instantly reverting to her icy, aloof defensive stance.

Evans's lips twitched unnaturally twice, and he urgently explained, his hands gripping the table tightly:

"Envy, please listen to me, you've completely misunderstood! Here's the thing: I came to Marilyn's Restaurant tonight solely to meet an important client. The lady you saw outside just now is my client!"

"Her husband plays NBA games in Golden State year-round and has affairs, completely neglecting his family. She couldn't take it anymore and asked me to be her lead divorce lawyer. Her demand is 50% of the husband's enormous assets. What we just did was... collect intimate evidence in a mock trial!"

Lynn, who was standing nearby, almost burst out laughing at this fabricated story.

This excuse is so rotten it's refreshingly unique.

"You don't need to explain to me what cases you take or who you sleep with; none of that is my business."

Annie remained unmoved, toying with her sparkling water glass, her tone as cold as a block of ice.

"Envy, please don't do this, it's really not what you think..."

"Evans!" Envy suddenly raised her voice and slammed the cup on the table with a "bang".

He raised his head, his eyes sharp as knives, and warned, word by word, "I told you, you don't need to explain to me!"

Instantly, Evans's hurried explanation came to an abrupt halt, his once handsome face contorted with embarrassment.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became deathly awkward and stagnant.

Lynn leaned back slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Annie and Evans with interest, a hint of undisguised mockery on his face.

Although the exact relationship between the two is unclear, it's obvious to anyone that this talkative elite lawyer is definitely a fervent pursuer of Annie.

To put it bluntly, he's just a sycophant with a decent social standing.

Unfortunately, this sycophant didn't check the imperial calendar before going out today.

"Who are you? Why are you having dinner here alone with Annie?"

Seemingly sensing Lynn's mocking gaze, as if watching a monkey show, Evans abruptly turned his head and glared at him with an unfriendly expression.

When they saw Lynn's yellowish skin tone, and especially his sharp, handsome jawline, the hostility in their eyes erupted like a volcano.

[Hatefulness +10]

[Hatefulness +10]

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Lynn was stunned for a moment as he watched the tiny, light-colored characters flashing wildly in his field of vision.

Goodness, this guy is way too jealous!

The frequency and magnitude of this hostility are too intense!

How much does this guy hate himself? His heart is probably smaller than a horse's eye.

"I'm asking you a question! Don't you understand English?"

Seeing Lynn ignoring him with an expression of disdain, arms crossed, Evans's aggression intensified, and his voice grew increasingly shrill:

"You're with the Seattle Police Department? No way! I know all the detectives with even a little bit of rank in the department, there's no one like you! Who are you?!"

Looking at the dilapidated and dirty Dongda cafeteria in front of me, and the cheap leftovers on the table.

Then she noticed that Annie was sitting face-to-face with a man who was even more handsome than herself.

All of this made Evans, who had always considered himself an upper-class elite, extremely unhappy.

Of course, there was also a deeply hidden, barely suppressed sense of crisis.

"Evans, it's not my place to ask you, an outsider, who I befriend or who I dine with, is my business, is it?"

Before Lynn could speak, Annie retorted coldly, just like a lioness protecting her cubs.

"How can it be alright?! Your father clearly already promised us..."

"Shut up, Evans!"

Annie's face instantly darkened, a flash of anger crossing her eyes: "If you dare utter another word, I'll take you back to the police station right now!"

When facing Evans, Annie finally remembered her identity.

"Envy... I, I didn't mean that."

Evans instantly deflated after being yelled at by Annie, looking completely helpless and extremely frustrated.

Seeing this, Lynn yawned in boredom and completely lost interest, turning his gaze away.

This kind of clichéd daily routine of a sycophant getting rejected is so old that even American TV shows don't bother filming it anymore; it's really not worth watching.

However, Evans, whose self-esteem was extremely hurt, precisely captured the look in his eyes that was full of disdain and contempt.

Instantly, Evans turned completely red, his face flushing like a ripe red shrimp.

He simply didn't dare to get angry at Envy, but he had no such concerns when it came to Lynn.

In an instant, all his anger was unleashed on Lynn.

"What the hell are you laughing at! Judging by your cheap clothes, you're probably some illegal sewer worker in Chinatown, aren't you?"

"Listen up, you low-level rats, next time you crawl into one of those stinking pipes, remember to wear a gas mask!"

"Lowly laborers like you only have a few years to live on average. You never know when you might quietly die in the dung below!"

Evans's mouth was like it was coated with poison, spewing out vicious curses without stopping.

It seemed he wanted to vent all the humiliation he had just suffered at Annie's hands on Lynn, this pushover.

"Are you crazy, Evans?!"

Envy stood up, shocked and furious: "Mr. Lin is my friend! He did me a huge favor yesterday! How could you insult him like an ill-mannered shrew!"

"Friend? Annie, don't be fooled by this kid's looks! Look at him, with that sleazy face that's all about seducing women. He's probably just a low-class male prostitute selling his ass at a host club!"

Looking at Lynn's jawline, which was even sharper than his own, Evans was so jealous he almost broke down.

"Shut up!!!"

Envy trembled with rage, pointing at Evans and shouting, "Apologize to Mr. Lin immediately! Now! Right now!"

"You...you actually made me, a high-class lawyer, apologize for a lowly outsider!" Evans stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Apologize!!"

Annie's face was cold and stern, and her right hand subconsciously reached for the tactical belt at her waist.

Noticing Annie's movements, Evans' chest heaved violently, his expression alternating between pale and flushed.

Under Annie's almost murderous gaze, he finally gritted his teeth and turned to look at Lynn, but his eyes were still full of provocation.

"Alright, kid, I take back what I said and apologize. Are you satisfied now?"

During his speech, Evans raised his chin, displaying an extremely perfunctory attitude.

That tone wasn't an apology; it was clearly an act of charity.

Annie took a deep breath to suppress her anger, turned to look at Lynn with a hint of apology in her voice:

"Lin, I'm sorry you had to see this tonight. Please let it go for my sake."

"Don't worry, I'm always a magnanimous person, I won't mind."

Upon hearing this, Lynn smiled nonchalantly and silently released his grip on the Glock pistol handle at his lower back.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Annie breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Evans with disgust and said coldly, "Evans, I think you can leave now."

Evans was clearly too ashamed to stay any longer. He glared venomously at Lynn and turned to walk out the door.

However, he suddenly stopped just as he was about to leave the restaurant.

He immediately turned around and arrogantly stretched out two fingers at Lynn, then forcefully pulled the corners of his eyes back, making an extremely exaggerated squinting gesture.

At the same time, a strange sound filled with utter contempt and mockery emanated from his mouth: "Ching Chong!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the small shop seemed to be muted, falling into a deathly silence.

Annie's expression suddenly changed drastically!

As a detective familiar with all kinds of hate crimes, she knew all too well what those three letters represented.

This is the most vicious and deeply rooted racially discriminatory term used by white people to refer to the laborers of Tokyo University during the gold rush of the last century!

In America, saying this word in front of a Southeast Asian is just as provocative as shouting "nigger" in front of a Black person!

as predicted.

When Annie turned around in a panic, ready to speak up and comfort Lin Enxu, she was horrified to discover...

The smile that Lynn often wore on her face had completely disappeared.

At this moment, Lynn's face showed no anger whatsoever; in fact, it was as calm as a stagnant pool.

But the invisible heat emanating from him caused the surrounding air to drop several degrees, giving people a sense of inexplicable chill from the depths of their souls.

This is a stark contrast to her previous casual image!

"Lynn..." Annie's heart skipped a beat, and she called out instinctively.

But Lynn seemed not to hear him and slowly straightened up from the chair.

His gaze was fixed on the arrogant face at the door, his voice low and calm, seemingly without any inflection:

"Officer Envy, if you still consider me a friend, then please close your eyes for the next thirty seconds and pretend you're blind and didn't see anything."

After saying that, Lynn slowly turned around and approached Evans step by step.

"What? Did someone hit a nerve? Are you so angry you want to hit me?"

Seeing Lynn approaching, Evans showed no fear but instead gave a contemptuous sneer.

As a lawyer who frequented high society, he believed he understood these Dongda students.

In his stereotype, these Easterners in America, though intelligent and capable, were at heart timid, law-abiding citizens.

They didn't even dare to participate in marches and demonstrations, but only dared to fight and brawl inside Chinatown to seize territory.

Under normal circumstances, if faced with a purebred white American elite, they wouldn't dare to make the first move even if they had ten times the courage!

Because he was certain that Lynn wouldn't dare do anything to him.

However, Lynn completely ignored his taunts and continued to close the distance with that suffocating silence.

As Lynn's calm, dark eyes widened, Evans finally realized something was wrong.

There was no anger in his eyes, only a cold indifference like looking at a dead person.

Seeing this, the contempt on his face finally crumbled, and his voice clearly lost its previous confidence, even carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor:

"What...what do you think you're doing?! I'm warning you, I'm a famous, top-notch lawyer! If you dare touch me, I swear I'll make sure you get your pipe bowl smashed to pieces in jail by those Mexican guys!"

Lynn remained silent and continued forward.

When the two were only a meter apart, he suddenly reached out and gently patted the other's left shoulder, who was wearing a bespoke suit.

"You..." Just as Evans was filled with doubt, thinking that Lynn had finally chickened out and wanted to get closer to him.

Lynn's right hand suddenly became a blur.

"Click!"

A sickening cracking sound of bones dislocating suddenly rang out!