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

What does Ding Ze want with him?

Frosko's expression changed drastically; he was genuinely frightened... There was nothing he could do about it. In America today, how many people wouldn't be afraid if Ding Ze suddenly came knocking on their door?

Forsco was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a moment. One second, two seconds, three seconds, and he finally managed to utter a sound, "Are you really Ding Ze?"

“Yes,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, “Americans don’t lie to Americans.”

"You want to kill me?" Fosco asked through gritted teeth, suppressing his fear.

"Of course not. If I wanted to kill you, why would I need to notify you? You agree, right?" Ding Ze said with a smile. "I just want to ask you for a small favor."

Fusco gritted his teeth and pondered for a moment.

Well, that actually makes some sense.

If you wanted to kill the mad killer Ding Ze, you wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.

It is like this.

Although, if given a choice, Fusco would absolutely not want to see Ding Ze, unfortunately, he had no choice.

“Okay, five minutes from now, xxx restaurant,” Fusco replied, forcing a smile.

"It won't take five minutes, maybe twenty," Ding Ze estimated the time and replied.

Fusco had no choice but to obediently agree, "Okay."

Ding Ze didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Beep beep beep~~~~

*************

Xxx Restaurant.

This restaurant is fairly well-known, and more importantly, it's always crowded, so Fusco chose it. To be honest, Fusco didn't think that crazy Ding Ze would have any concerns about it, but he wanted peace of mind.

Fusco arrived first, surveyed the area, and chose the most convenient spot to escape, sitting down with great anxiety as he waited.

Seven or eight minutes later, Ding Ze drove up to the entrance, saw Fusco at a glance, smiled, put on sunglasses and a hat, went inside, and sat down opposite Fusco.

Immediately, Fusco's body stiffened; he was incredibly tense.

no way.

The person opposite him was none other than the infamous madman and serial killer Ding Ze; it would be a miracle if he wasn't nervous.

"Mr. Ding," out of nervousness, but not stupid, and even quite shrewd, Frosko decisively took the initiative and greeted him.

Ding Ze grinned. "I'm actually a little hungry. Is there anything good to eat here? Let's grab something."

Fusco had no appetite whatsoever. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Mr. Ding, what can I do for you?"

“Order your food, and while you’re at it, give your friend who likes to wear suits a call and ask him and his friend Harold to come over here. Tell them it’s my treat for them to lunch,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

After saying that, before Frosko could say anything, Ding Ze raised his hand and waved to a waiter not far away, "Hello, I'd like to order."

"Coming right up," the waitress replied with a smile.

The rather quick-witted Frosker had by then figured out Ding Ze's purpose in looking for him... Realizing that Ding Ze wasn't looking for him, but for John, he immediately breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Without further ado, Fusco promptly pulled out his phone and called John Riser. "My friend, I'm at xx restaurant. Mr. Ding Zeding from Miami wants to invite you and one of your friends, Harold, to lunch."

When Rither, who was at the newly relocated base, heard Ding Ze's name, his expression immediately tensed up.

However, the cold-blooded Risser wasn't particularly flustered. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "Ding Ze is in front of you?"

“Hmm,” Fusco glanced at Ding Ze and replied.

“Well then, Fosco, take out your gun and give Ding Ze a shot in the head,” Risser said coolly.

"???" Fossko's brows twitched involuntarily. "Are you kidding me? If you're so capable, try it yourself!"

After saying that, Fusco quickly added, "I've told you what happened, that's all."

After saying that, Fusco hung up the phone immediately.

The two were sitting so close, and Ding Ze, with his excellent hearing, clearly heard Fusco and Reese's conversation. He chuckled, "John Reese, still as humorous as ever. Judging from your tone, you haven't met Harold yet?"

Fusco indeed hadn't seen him before and shook his head. "Who is Harold?"

“The man standing behind John Reese,” Ding Ze replied with a laugh, “is, in gaming terms, the big boss.”

Fusco had long suspected, and was even fairly certain, that John Reese had someone backing him. Upon hearing this, he immediately understood. "So that's how it is... Are you going to kill them?"

Ding Ze immediately shook his head and laughed, "Of course not, I just want to talk to Harold and see if we can come up with a peaceful coexistence plan, that's all, no need to worry."

Fusco was highly skeptical of the truth of this statement, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions and obediently ordered his food.

*******

the other side.

John Reese thought for two seconds in silence, then relayed Frosco's words to Harold.

After listening.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. Harold's brows furrowed deeply. "Mr. Riser, do you think that madman came to kill me?"

Risser nodded without hesitation, his face stern. "There's a possibility, after all, you helped the [Eternal Life Club] fight against him, but the possibility is not high."

"Because if he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't need to go through Fusco to relay the message."

"I think he probably wants to talk to you." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 453 You Made the Right Choice

New York;

Harold Finch was actually quite timid. After listening to Rither's words, he frowned and pondered for a while. Realizing that there was no way to avoid it, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, let's go."

“I can go check it out alone and make sure there’s no danger,” Rither suggested.

Harold, who never changed his mind once he made up his mind, resolutely refused, saying, "Mr. Riser, what's coming will come; there's no escaping it."

Rither tried to persuade him for a while, but seeing that Harold insisted, he gave up.

Soon, the two left their hiding place, got into their car, and drove to the restaurant.

The distance wasn't far; it took the two about twenty minutes to arrive at their destination and come into view of Ding Ze and Fusco.

Upon seeing this, Ding Ze smiled at the two of them and greeted them, "Please sit down. We apologize for eating before you arrived."

Reese kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

Harold stared wide-eyed at Ding Ze for two seconds, then subconsciously glanced at the other people in the restaurant. He was really worried that Ding Ze would go on a killing spree here, and he was very nervous, but he still nodded in response, "It's okay."

The words came out.

The quick-witted Frosker immediately spoke to Ding Ze, "Can I leave now?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "That's fine, thank you for your help."

Frosko felt like he had just escaped death. Upon hearing this, without hesitation, he got up and left without a word, as if he were running away.

After Frosco left, Harold and Rither sat down opposite Ding Ze.

“Mr. Finch, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Ding Ze said politely.

“Mr. Ding, I wouldn’t dare say the same thing,” Harold replied, still retaining his strong personality.

"Haha," Ding Ze chuckled, "Are you guys going to have lunch?"

“No need,” Harold immediately shook his head. “Mr. Ding, you said you wanted to talk?”

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, then took a sip of his soda and said with a smile, "Harold, you're a very smart person, you should be able to guess what I'm going to talk about."

“A few days ago, you reached a cooperation agreement with the [Eternal Life Club], and had Machine assist the people of the [Eternal Life Club] in attacking me, right?”

Harold is indeed timid, but interestingly, in this situation, he remains calm and acts quite bravely.

Harold didn't argue; he simply nodded in agreement, "Yes, you are a huge threat to America, and even to the world."

“Thank you for the compliment,” Ding Ze smiled brightly and replied, “Well then, Harold, I’d like to ask you a question. You consider yourself a very kind person, hiding in this city, playing God, making Mr. Rither run around saving this person and that person.”

"Don't misunderstand, I think what you did was very noble."

"But I have a question that I'm very puzzled about."

"How many people have you saved so far?"

"And do you know how many people the [Eternal Life Club] killed in Miami this time, because of your help?"

After listening.

Harold, who didn't actually want to face the problem, or rather, was intentionally avoiding it, suddenly frowned. "Your people are all murderers."

Ding Ze laughed, "Heh, aren't the people from the [Eternal Life Club]? Harold, you don't really think that all these years, the [Eternal Life Club] has been controlling this world through friendly conversations, do you?"

"You're a smart person, how could you not know that any organization that wants to gain control cannot do without killing?"

"That's just how the world is. Who can maintain peace through conversation?"

Harold listened, his brows furrowing deeply. "You're just making excuses!"

Ding Ze's smile vanished, replaced by a cold laugh. "You've been playing God, but you're not God. You're just doing these things to satisfy your own selfish desires."