People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

"I see. You are a young and accomplished man. May I ask your name?"

“Neil, Neil Smith.”

"Hello, Mr. Smith," the middle-aged man said warmly.

Then, as expected, came a lot of nonsense. After that, the middle-aged man asked naturally, "May I ask what industry Mr. Smith works in?"

That's a really interesting question.

Ding Ze thought for a moment and said sincerely, "If I really have to say, it's about helping others."

Mickey, who was standing sensibly to the side, leaning against the railing and looking at the sea, couldn't hold back when he heard this and sprayed out the champagne he had just drunk.

The middle-aged man saw this and found it a bit strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He asked Ding Ze again, puzzled, "I've really never been involved in this industry before, Mr. Smith, could you tell me about it?"

“It’s convenient, there’s nothing inconvenient about it,” Ding Ze grinned broadly. “My job, to be honest, is that I proactively identify the problems of my clients, proactively solve them, and then the clients pay me.”

The middle-aged man still didn't quite understand and asked a few more questions.

Ding Ze was spouting nonsense.

The middle-aged man left, still somewhat dazed.

Then, a few more people came.

Ding Ze gave the same answer.

Time flies.

Before we knew it, it was seven o'clock in the evening.

The yacht "Romantic Supreme" set sail on time.

Not long after.

Janet Martin, holding a glass of champagne, swayed gracefully as she approached Ding Ze. "Mr. Smith, how are you feeling?"

Ding Ze blinked and looked Janet Martin up and down without any attempt to hide it.

He really didn't know how to use his eyes to... well, you know.

However, he felt that his gaze was roughly correct.

"The banquet was wonderful, but the best part was the people."

After looking him over, Ding Ze smiled faintly and said this.

Hear the words.

Janet Martin smiled shyly.

at the same time.

The six bodyguards standing behind Janet Martin all sharpened their eyes, speechless.

There is no other reason.

There were too many people on the yacht.

If Janet Martin gets involved with Neil Smith here, the cleanup will be a real challenge for them.

“Mr. Smith is quite the smooth talker,” Janet Martin said, stroking Ding Ze’s arm lightly. “I hope Mr. Smith will be very supportive later.”

“No problem,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Janet Martin didn't say anything more, gave Ding Ze a seductive look, and then turned and left gracefully.

Ding Ze didn't move, watching Janet Martin's back, feeling that Abruzzi's investigation seemed a bit inaccurate.

This Janet Martin, who won't do anything without money, doesn't seem like a typical young woman who just loves to have fun.

This woman seems very shrewd.

This way.

Comrade Brady Martin, did you really not benefit from this?

Is it possible that Brady Martin is consolidating his power in this way?

Chapter 98 Dexter's Reaction, The Dinner

When Dexter got off work and arrived home, he instinctively sensed something was amiss as soon as he entered the house, so he immediately looked around.

In no time.

The fact that the paper and pen on the desk had been moved was laid bare before Dexter.

Dexter's heart sank, his face darkened, and he decisively tiptoed to the kitchen, which was right across from the front door, and with a whoosh, pulled a fruit knife from the knife rack.

With the knife in hand, Dexter didn't hesitate and headed straight for the bedroom, advancing step by step.

There was no one in the bedroom.

Dexter tiptoed to the wardrobe, prepared to attack, and slowly opened it.

There was no one in the closet.

Dexter frowned, left the bedroom, and went to the bathroom.

There was no one in the restroom either.

The apartment is only so big, so there's very limited space to hide people.

At this point, Dexter was certain that whoever had entered his house before had already left.

Having confirmed this, Dexter put the knife back in the knife rack, then closed the door and looked around again.

Immediately afterwards, my gaze settled on the wall-mounted air conditioner!

Although the wall-mounted air conditioner looked unchanged, his intuition told him that the cover had been removed before!

Geek!

The wooden box inside the wall-mounted air conditioner is his biggest secret.

Dexter's heart tightened immediately, and he rushed over, opened the air conditioner cover, and looked inside.

The wooden box is still there!

Hu~~

Dexter breathed a slight sigh of relief, reached out and took out the wooden box, and quickly opened it.

This opening...

The note inside the wooden box immediately appeared before him!

moment.

The worst thing happened to him!

Someone entered his house and discovered his secret!

next second.

The thought of immediately going to the bedroom, grabbing his escape gear, and heading straight for the airport naturally flooded Dexter's mind.

But in an instant, Dexter restrained himself, his face grim, and picked up the note from the wooden box, opening it...

Let's be friends. Call me at xxxx.

This line of text came into view.

"???" Despite his confusion, Dexter breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he probably didn't need to rush to run away for the time being.

Soon, Dexter sat down on the sofa, forced himself to calm down, and began to think.

The paper and pen on the desk have been moved... There might be fingerprints on this note and the paper and pen on the desk. We need to collect them and take them to the police station for examination!

Wooden boxes too!

We need to check this phone number too!

Most importantly, what does this mysterious person want to do?

make friends?

I thought about it for a while.

Dexter rubbed his face hard, not daring to delay any longer. He quickly put on gloves, took the blood smear out of the wooden box, put it in another box, and put it back in the wall-mounted air conditioner. Then, he put all the 'evidence' away in his bag and went straight to the police station.

Miami Police Department.

At this hour in the evening, a group of police officers who should have been off duty and gone home were still working because of the freezer truck killer's series of crimes.

The same goes for Masuka.

Seeing Dexter run back again, Masuka asked in confusion, "Why are you back again?"

“I forgot something,” Dexter said casually, with practiced ease.

Masuk didn't ask any more questions.

Dexter went into his studio and got to work.

It didn't take too long.