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

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke. "I've answered this question before. I'd like to be friends with you."

“My answer remains the same: I’m not interested,” Dexter replied immediately and directly.

“Dexster, calm down, let’s talk this out. I have a question for you. According to your rules, I should be the one you cut into pieces and sink to the sea, right?” Ding Ze asked casually.

Dexter didn't try to hide anything and nodded directly, "Yes."

“Very good, but have you ever thought about it? Maybe we can really become friends, like two assassins, inseparable friends.”

Dexter shook his head. "I don't think so. I only kill people who deserve to die, while you kill just anyone."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "That's true. Well then, let me put it another way. The first rule Harry gave you is: never get caught."

"This rule is far superior to other rules."

"What if I told you I could guarantee you'd never get arrested, and that none of the people you care about would get into trouble?"

“I don’t need your help, I can do it myself,” Dexter said.

Ding Ze shook his head. "You can't do it. You need to kill to survive, unlike me. I kill for fun."

"More importantly, you've started stealing cases from the police station, and even deliberately releasing people arrested by the police so you can go and cut them into pieces."

"Do you really think you can keep doing this without arousing suspicion?"

"You're mentally ill. You have a high IQ, but you're not that smart."

"I think, once you calm down a bit, you'll realize I'm right."

Ding Ze said this in one breath.

Upon hearing this, Dexter's face turned extremely ugly. "Who exactly are you? How do you know all this?"

Ding Ze grinned. "I just spent a little money to do some investigation. Think about it, if I spent a little money to find out everything about you, do you think others really wouldn't discover it?"

"Not to mention the distant past, but more recently... that freezer truck killer investigated you very thoroughly and knew exactly who you were."

"He should have already contacted you, right?"

Upon hearing the words, Dexter's face turned ashen, and he fell silent.

Ding Ze didn't press him, and leisurely continued sailing the boat with a cigarette in his mouth.

After a long silence, Dexter spoke again, "What is the reason you helped me? Give me a truthful answer."

Ding Ze laughed, "The real answer would probably be that this world is boring, and I want to make it a little more interesting. Your existence can bring some fun to this world."

"Besides, I need something in return for helping you."

Dexter stared at Ding Ze without blinking for several seconds, then, believing the answer, asked, "What reward?"

"I'll make sure you don't get caught. You'll no longer be confined to Miami, but will go all over America, killing to your heart's content and becoming the most successful and deadliest serial killer in American history."

Dexter: "!!!!"

Dexter never expected to hear this, and his forehead nerves throbbed violently.

After jumping for a while, Dexter subconsciously wanted to ask why again.

However, he swallowed the words back down his throat.

Because Dexter knew the answer to that question.

Ding Ze wanted to make the world a little more interesting.

that is it.

Dexter took a deep breath and didn't refuse. "I'll think about it."

“Okay, if you agree, contact me. I will help you with anything you need,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “Not long ago, I donated 50 million US dollars to the Miami Police Department. With that much money, as long as I want it, as long as you need it, I can make it easy for you to have more conveniences in the police department.”

“Hmm,” Dexter responded, having finished his business, and turned to leave.

About ten minutes later.

Janet walked in, went to Ding Ze's side, and smiled sweetly, "Have you two finished your discussion?"

Ding Ze nodded. "We've reached an agreement. While we were talking, I came up with a good idea."

"What's the good idea?" Janet asked curiously.

“I want him to go nationwide and become a notorious serial killer,” Ding Ze said with a laugh.

Janet was surprised, then laughed, "I see, you're grooming a successor."

"Haha, to be precise, no. I used to kill people everywhere openly, but he's different... My idea is that he kills people all over the country, but no one ever knows he's the murderer," Ding Ze said, getting quite excited.

"Imagine a mysterious serial killer, whose whereabouts are unpredictable, killing a few here and a few there, how interesting would that be?"

Janet obediently considered it for a moment.

Okay, it's quite interesting.

However, this kind of thing is just too strange.

“I really can’t keep up with your murderous thinking,” Janet said, shaking her head playfully.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze had a sudden inspiration. "Hey, I've got another great idea. What do you think about me organizing a killer club?"

“I know a lot of serial killers in America. I can take some time to find them one by one and then bring them together.”

Janet: "..."

"And then, let them go around killing people, right?" Janet asked.

Ding Ze nodded with a smile.

Janet sighed, then her eyes darted around. "Mr. Ding, how about you see a psychologist sometime? I think you definitely have some serious psychological problems."

"Get lost," Ding Ze said with a laugh.

“Hehe, I won’t roll away,” Janet laughed happily, then reached out and became restless.

Soon.

Janet knelt down and began to work.

After sailing for about an hour and getting far from the coastline, Ding Ze stopped the boat and went to the deck with Janet.

Dexter was playing with Rita's two children.

Rita and Debra were lounging on deck chairs, sipping red wine and basking in the sun.

Upon seeing Ding Ze and Janet, Rita and Debra greeted them warmly.

The group played around, ate, and drank for a while.

Ding Ze and Dexter set up their fishing rods and waited for a fish to bite.

Rita's two children were very interested in their beautiful older sister Janet and chattered excitedly around her.

The deck was bustling with activity.

There was a lot of noise.

Ding Ze took two bottles of beer, sat down next to Debra, handed one to her, and asked with a smile, "Do you have a boyfriend now?"

Debra paused, glanced at Janet instinctively, and then replied, "I've got it."

"Oh? What do you do?"

"He's a doctor."

"That's great! Congratulations! Doctors are valuable assets; we shouldn't miss out on them."

Debra smiled. "I'll try my best. By the way, how did you and Dexter meet? I heard you're old friends?" (End of Chapter)

Chapter 169 Wall Street, A Bold Idea

“Yes,” Ding Ze nodded with a smile, “In a sense, yes, an old friend.”

Debra laughed. "That's strange. I've never heard him say that before."

“That’s normal,” Ding Ze said, making up a lie. “We had a little conflict back then, and as you know, your brother likes to deal with blood and corpses, so we lost contact after that.”

Debra could certainly understand this. "Indeed, most people really can't accept those things."

“Your brother is very special,” Ding Ze said.

Debra, oblivious to the deeper meaning, replied, "Yes."

The two started chatting like that.

After chatting with Debra for a while, Ding Ze went to play with Rita's two children for a bit.

“I didn’t prepare any gifts for you either. How about this,” Ding Ze smiled, took out a wad of banknotes from the inside pocket of his shirt, broke them in half, and handed them over. “Take this as a gift. You can use it to buy some food later.”

Rita's children were stunned when they saw so much money and didn't dare to accept it.

Rita was stunned and quickly said, "Mr. Anderson, this won't do, you can't give so much money, no, no..."

“It’s alright. Given my relationship with Dexter, this amount of money is nothing. Don’t mind it,” Ding Ze said.

Despite her repeated refusals, Rita eventually gave in and reluctantly accepted.

Time flies.