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

Chapter 124 When will I die?

Walter's house is quite nice.

It's spacious enough, has plenty of rooms, and even has a swimming pool in the backyard. Although there are still many years of mortgage payments left, overall it's pretty good.

Once outside, after parking the car, Ding Ze got out and quickly looked around at the house, which was very familiar to him. He then praised Walter, "It's a beautiful house."

Walter smiled faintly. "Thank you, let's go in."

Ding Ze nodded, opened the back door of the car, and took out the prepared gift.

Walter was surprised that Ding Ze had brought a gift, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bit more favorably disposed towards Ding Ze.

Soon, the two entered the house.

Skyler, sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine in her hand and watching TV, heard the door open. Without turning around, she greeted, "You're back."

“Well, Skyler, I brought a former student over for dinner,” Walter said, slightly worried as he saw Skyler holding a glass of red wine.

Hearing this, Skyler turned around, saw Ding Ze, and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Hello."

As soon as he finished speaking, Skyler deftly put down his glass, stood up, and walked towards Ding Ze and the other man.

"Hello," Ding Ze responded, and then, to play along, he added, "If I had known that Madam liked red wine, I should have bought some."

As Ding Ze spoke, he handed the gift he was holding to Skyler, who had just walked up to him. "I apologize for bothering you, but this is just a small token of my appreciation."

Skyler reached out and took it, just about to speak.

Walter preemptively explained, "Schuyler rarely drinks; he's probably just tired today and wanted to relax."

Skyler was a very shrewd woman. Seeing Walter's explanation, she immediately felt a little strange. She raised her eyebrows slightly, but didn't think much of it. She simply went along with Walter's words and said to Ding Ze, "Indeed, something happened today, and I was tired, so I had a drink. Thank you for the gift. By the way, what's your name?"

“Will Anderson,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, “just call me Will.”

Skyler nodded.

At this moment, Walter spoke up again, "Well then, Skyler, let's eat."

“Okay… You should have told me beforehand that you brought Will over, so I could have prepared a little more for dinner,” Skyler replied, then apologized to Ding Ze, “Will, I’m sorry, I’ve only prepared a very ordinary dinner tonight.”

“It’s alright,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Not long after.

Ding Ze and Walter sat down at the dining table.

As Skyler brought out the dinner he had prepared, he called out to his son in the room, "Walter II, dinner is ready."

“Coming,” Flynn responded in a loud voice, then, leaning on his cane, he wobbled out of the room and into the dining room.

Seeing Flynn's appearance, Ding Ze naturally asked in surprise, "Mr. White, may I ask if your son encountered any accident?"

Walter gave a wry smile and shook his head. "Spinal muscular atrophy is an unfortunate family genetic disorder. I'm lucky; my son has it."

"Can't it be cured?" Ding Ze asked.

Walter shook his head again, "We can only do our best to rehabilitate and improve the situation; there's no way to cure it."

“I see,” Ding Ze said with a sigh, then added seriously, “My boss knows a lot of top doctors. I’ll ask around later, maybe there are doctors who specialize in this area and can help your son get better.”

Walter took it as just a polite remark and didn't take it seriously at all. "Thank you," he said.

After a polite thank you, Walter didn't want to continue the conversation and introduced Ding Ze to Flynn, who had just sat down.

Flynn heard what Ding Ze said but didn't pay it any mind. "Hello, Will."

“Hello, Flynn,” Ding Ze replied.

Afterwards, the four of them began to eat and chat.

As they chatted...

Naturally, Skyler recounted what had happened at the DEA building that evening, "Hank and the others were almost going crazy, and Mary was terrified. She called me earlier and cried for a long time, worried that Hank would be that killer's next target..."

Skyler rattled off a string of words: “I heard that the serial killer is still at large. Neither the police, the DEA, nor the FBI have any leads. It’s terrifying.”

Ding Ze listened quietly.

Hey.

Yes, he's still at large, and he's having dinner at your house right now.

Ding Zele thought to himself, “I heard about this. It’s outrageous. That guy seems to have killed nine people this afternoon.”

Do you have relatives working at the DEA?

Skyler immediately nodded. "Yes, my brother-in-law Hank is a team leader in the DEA."

“So that’s how it is. He really has to be careful. I heard on the radio that the serial killer is a madman and he’ll definitely keep killing…” Ding Ze sighed even more. “I don’t know what’s wrong with this world. How can there be such a madman running around like this?”

“Yes, that’s terrible,” Skyler agreed.

Walter then interjected, asking Skyler, "So what did Hank say? What are your plans next?"

Skyler shook his head. "You know Hank, he just keeps saying everything's fine, nothing will happen... Mary wanted him to take leave and go home, to stop chasing that killer, that saving his life was the most important thing, but Hank wouldn't do it, that's why Mary cried like that."

“If he takes leave to go home at a time like this, what will other people think of him…” Walter said incisively, “Hank won’t do that.”

Skyler understood this too: "Losing face is better than losing your life."

At that moment, Flynn spoke up, "Uncle Hank will be alright. No matter how powerful that killer is, he can't beat Uncle Hank."

Ding Ze heard this and smiled slightly.

Tong Yan Wuji.

Never mind.

And so, the four of them naturally started talking about Hank and that serial killer.

at the same time.

As a successful entrepreneur in Albuquerque who has always maintained a good relationship with the police, now that such a big thing has happened in Albuquerque...

Naturally, Uncle Fried Chicken, along with a few ordinary employees and a bunch of food, went to the DEA building to show his support.

After exchanging pleasantries with Hank's superiors and Hank himself, Uncle Chicken began to denounce the murderer.

The DEA agents, who were filled with anxiety, were all relieved.

Done.

Uncle Fried Chicken pulled out a pre-prepared check and acted as a generous benefactor, providing further support with the most practical monetary gesture.

"I believe you will catch that murderer. If there is anything I can do, please let me know."

Before leaving, Uncle Fried Chicken said this.

After leaving the DEA building, Chicken Guy headed straight for the police station.

Upon arriving at the police station, the same procedure was repeated.

Then they went to the city government and staged another scene.

The performance is over.

Driving.

Chicken Uncle was finally able to be himself again, and then he started cursing Ding Ze viciously.

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After finishing his meal, Ding Ze said goodbye to Skyler and Flynn, and left the house accompanied by Walter.

Walter wasn't a very patient person; he would get impatient if he wanted to get something or accomplish something.

therefore.

As soon as they left the house, Walter hurriedly explained again in a low voice, "Mr. Anderson, Skyler rarely drinks and is definitely not an alcoholic. He was drinking earlier today because of Hank and Mary. I hope you can understand."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "I understand."

“That’s good,” Walter replied, then, impatiently, asked, “So, are you satisfied with what you saw? Do you think Skyler is suitable for that job?”

“That’s a good fit. Let her go to the car wash tomorrow, and we can talk about salary and other things,” Ding Ze readily agreed.

The meal has been eaten, and the objective has been achieved. There's no need to keep Old Bai hanging on any longer, lest we make things worse.

To know.

Comrade Lao Bai, the future is quite important to him.

“Thank you,” Walter said promptly upon hearing this.

"You're welcome. That's all for now. I'm leaving. No need to see me off," Ding Ze said.

Walter was a very proud man and didn't insist. "Okay, then be careful on your way back. That serial killer is still out there."

"Okay," Ding Ze smiled, got into the car, and drove away.

It was getting late, and after thinking about it, it seemed there was really nothing else to do. So Ding Ze drove towards the hotel, taking out his phone to call Abruzzi and ask about Mike's situation.

Mike was fine. After touring Dongfeng Security, Ron forced him to have dinner. He had just broken up with Ron not long ago.

“I heard from Ron that Mike seems to be going back,” Abruzzi reported.

“He can’t come back now,” Ding Ze said with a smile.