Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

……

Longmen Guard Bureau.

Swire retrieved the note from the technician, feeling humiliated.

The formula that Mike Ann wrote down wasn't some incredible secret, but rather a few well-known laws of physics and mathematics used to demonstrate the beauty of the relationship between gravity and numbers.

In the words of a colleague, these few formulas are enough to encompass the foundation of everything on this land, and cannot be violated.

"Are all PhD students at Columbia University this bored? When they're resting at home, they write a couple of formulas to pass the time?"

The little tiger put the note back in her pocket. She hadn't gotten any evidence and even owed the person a favor.

Inviting Mike to dinner at the most luxurious hotel in Lungmen would only make him look like a nouveau riche, so we need to think of another way.

Since Swire returned to Lungmen, she went to the hospital first, partly to reconcile with her hospitalized grandfather, and partly to ease the tension between her and Hoshiguma. It's just unknown how effective it will be.

She has proven herself; for Longmen, she is no less capable than Chen Huijie.

The problem is that Lungmen is in trouble now, but the key insiders refuse to reveal any information to her. Neither Hoshiguma nor Lin Yuxia will talk about it, as if she really is an outsider.

"Oh well, I'm just killing time anyway..."

Swire decided to go find Mike first and apologize for her mistake.

after an hour.

"Ah, if I am here, and I die in battle, ah, goodbye girl, goodbye, goodbye!"

"If I am here and die in battle, you must come and bury me."

Several men's howling singing came from the auto repair shop. It wasn't unpleasant to listen to, but it was quite catchy.

Swire looked inside with a blank expression. Mike was singing with his arms around three other men, and the worst part was that they were speaking Syracuse, which most people couldn't understand.

Mike was the first to see Swire. He quickly let go of Javy and Austa and walked out to greet the little tiger.

"Miss Poetry..."

"My name is Swire!"

Mike blinked, ignoring the awkwardness from before: "Um, Miss Swire, what brings you here?"

14. Miss Poetry and Mr. Mai

It's hard to say what business you have with me.

When Swire heard Mike's words, she immediately remembered how she had pinned this man to the ground. Was he mocking her again?

"Mr. Mai, about what happened before..."

Mike reached out to stop Swire: "Wait, what did you just call me?"

Swire looked completely innocent: "Mike Ann, Mr. Mike, is there a problem?"

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Swire narrowed his eyes. If it were a tiger, it would be like crept up stealthily, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Mike sighed inwardly. This girl was still as vindictive as ever, unable to tolerate the slightest loss.

Never mind, just pretend you saw a cat baring its teeth at you.

“Miss Swire, let’s get down to business. You didn’t come to me just to hear us sing.”

At this moment, Swire also noticed the group of people in the repair shop. They were Javi's gang. They were registered as Rhodes Island operators and she had met them a few times. She didn't know how they had gotten into the shop.

"Miss Poetry..."

As soon as Javi opened his mouth, Broca next to him pressed him back down. Austa stepped forward and said, "Miss Swire, I'm sorry, our boss had a little to drink just now. Please don't take it to heart."

Javi shouted from behind, "I didn't drink!"

Swire seemed not to see him, and only asked Austa, "Did you come here from Texas?"

Oscar nodded: "Miss Texas's car broke down, we'll help Mr. Mai fix it."

Mike reached out to stop them again: "Don't call me Boss Mike, my name is Mike, and my last name is Ann."

“Oh, I see. I thought something had happened,” Swire turned to look at Mike. “Mechanic, I want to apologize to you for what happened a few days ago and for what happened yesterday.”

What happened yesterday?

Swire hesitated for a few seconds before taking out the crumpled note from her pocket: "My people found this near your residence. Since they took your things without your permission, I have severely reprimanded her. Please forgive us; it was our mistake."

Mike looked puzzled. He took the note, glanced at it, then folded it up and handed it back to Swire.

"Oh, that's it. It's nothing, just a few formulas. I just write them down for fun when I'm bored. Don't worry about it."

Listen to what kind of talk this is. Writing formulas for fun when he's bored, is this what a Columbia PhD student's life is like?

Swire's cheeks burned; she could clearly feel that this guy was definitely humiliating her.

"I know a nice place, I wonder if Mr. Mai would be willing to go?"

Mike knew that Swire hadn't come to him to apologize; there was probably something else going on. But he wondered if it was inappropriate for a mechanic like himself to get involved in such matters.

But if we reject Swire now, she will definitely come back later, and it will be easier for her to be exposed.

“Well, Miss Swire, I’m a rough man, and it would be inappropriate for me to go to some particularly luxurious places. Moreover, I’m quite apprehensive that you, as the Director of the Guard Bureau, are apologizing to someone like me.”

"Don't mention it, it's really great that Mr. Mai accepted my apology."

Having said all that, Mike could only take it one step at a time. He turned to Javi and the others and instructed them, "You guys handle that car. Don't touch the key parts if you can avoid it. Spray paint the body shell when you have time."

“No problem at all, Mr. Mike, we’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

Javi gave a thumbs up, indicating that he was sure he could do it. Actually, Mike was most worried about him, but with Broca and Austa around, and having formed a preliminary friendship with the three of them, he figured nothing serious would happen.

……

Mike got into Swire's car, only to find that she wasn't accompanied by a driver and was driving herself.

“Miss Swire, how about I do it?”

"You are my guest today, please sit quietly."

Little Tiger's driving skills are guaranteed. Mike rode in her car when he was in Rhode Island, and she drove much more steadily than Chen Huijie.

The vehicle entered the driving lane, and Swire glanced at the rearview mirror, casually asking, "Can Mr. Mike sing in Syracuse?"

"I simply like that song. I don't understand the grammar and meaning of Syracuse at all. I only sing it to get along with Javi and the others. After all, Miss Texas must have her reasons for placing people here."

Mike cleverly shifted the blame to Texas, leaving Swire to at most investigate Penguin Logistics. However, based on his understanding of the Sentinel Bureau's women, Swire, as the director, would most likely not take the initiative to address this matter.

"I see. I really think Mr. Mai is very talented."

Mike corrected, "It's Mike, not Boss Mike."

He had a bad feeling that if Swire called him that a few more times, he would really become Boss Mai, just like everyone liked to call Miss Swire the Little Tiger.

The best way to deal with a Syracuse like Javi, especially a Syracuse man, is to cater to his tastes. If you try to deal with Javi's gang in the way Swire does, Javi will probably just smile and then show him his V50 strength.

……

It's approaching noon.

The vehicle stopped in front of a shop on the outer ring road of Longmen.

Mike looked up and saw Dong's Fish Ball Shop.

I've had fish balls made by Jie before, and the taste was just as good as those made by chefs with strong local flavors, like Jiaofeng Huoshen.

“Miss Shi Huaiya, you’ve arrived. Please come in and have a seat.”

The young man who was preparing a fish in front of the fish ball shop noticed the two people and his first words almost made Swire fly into a rage.

The little tiger was also puzzled. Theoretically, she was already quite used to this situation, so why would she be angry about it?

He glanced at Swire, then at Mike following behind, looking hesitant to speak.

"Mike, the fish balls here are pretty good. Would you like anything else?"

Mike noticed the young man wearing an apron, his hands stained with blood, and how he skillfully wielded the small fish-cleaning knife. He instinctively said, "A bowl of fish ball noodles."

Ah this...

That's a question I shouldn't have asked.

Shi Huaiya was puzzled, but Jie frowned.

Indeed, it is difficult for a person to change their habits in a short period of time.

"Boss, we don't have coarse noodles."

"Oh, okay, I thought there would be thick noodles."

Swire asked in confusion, "Do you like noodles?"

"I have some knowledge about wheat-based foods."

Mike could only go along with what the other person wanted to say.

But then Jie interrupted, saying, "Gentlemen, there is already a guest waiting for you inside."

15. Lin Yuxia snatched the prize.

They chatted too much outside and neglected the guests waiting inside. They knew what was important and what was not. What they did was not to offend Swire, but to slight that important guest would cause real trouble.

Swire asked疑惑地问道, "Who exactly is inside?"

Do you even need to think about it at a time like this?

Mike was desperate about Tiger's slowness. He was called Young Master in the outer ring of Dragon Gate. Although it was a nickname he got by chance, it was a name that was recognized by all the major gangs.

Don't these people investigate the origin of the fruit?

Of course not. They must have investigated. Jie's background is clean. The problem is that the person who often comes to Dong's Fish Ball Stall to eat fish balls is not simple. Who would dare to offend her?

Tony Leung asked who agreed and who disagreed. The person who raised a different opinion was slapped three feet away. This displeased her, and many people were willing to do her a favor and resolve any discordant voices.

The gray forest.

This title used to belong to Lin Gerui, the "Rat King," but now it refers to Lin Yuxia, the "Rat King," an outstanding young representative of Longmen.