I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard withdrew his magical hand expressionlessly.

Debbie, my servant's daughter.

I can bully her however I want, but why are you social scum bullying her?

As for Tang Yuqing, Richard originally didn't want to get involved, but Tang Yuanfan had treated him well after all, so he couldn't just ignore it.

In an instant, he came up with the simplest solution—Mike.

The thug who contacted Alex was named Tommy. He had dyed his hair red and was anxiously checking the time.

"ALEX! Hurry! Get the body out of here!"

Alex complained as he helped Richard put the bodies into body bags:

"There's no way to speed it up even if we rush it! It's a three-story building!"

Moving three corpses downstairs couldn't possibly be done in just a few minutes.

Tommy was extremely anxious and suddenly said:

"Throw it down!"

He and another member lifted the body and threw it down the outer staircase.

boom!

The body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, splashing up rain and mud.

Alex was only stunned for a moment.

The other two bodies were also thrown down.

One of the corpses made a chilling, dull cracking sound that could be heard even on the third floor.

Tommy waved his pistol anxiously:

"Go! Drag him away quickly!"

Alex had no choice but to turn around and leave with Richard.

Two gang members followed behind the two men.

The four of them clattered as they stepped onto the simple outer staircase.

When we got to the second floor, the iron door was suddenly kicked open with a bang!

David fled in a panic, but as soon as he reached the door, he was pinned to the ground by two burly black men, who punched and kicked him before dragging him back inside.

"Help!" David cried out in terror, gripping the ground desperately as he looked at Richard.

"Help!"

Richard peered through the crack in the door and saw inside—Tang Yuqing and the others were all inside, their faces filled with fear.

Debbie was still squatting on the ground.

Everyone saw Richard and they all looked pleading.

Tommy angrily cursed:

"Fuck! How did he get out here?!"

Knowing they were in the wrong, the two burly black men vented their anger on David, punching him harder and harder.

David screamed repeatedly.

boom!

The iron gate was closed again, cutting off David's screams.

Tommy glared at Alex and Richard:

"This has nothing to do with you, don't interfere, and don't call the police."

Alex looked rather grim.

The people inside were clearly very young, and they were Asian, possibly even from Tokyo University.

He didn't care that Americans mistreated their own people, but he couldn't stand them doing the same to students from Tokyo University.

Alex mustered his courage and carefully entered the tunnel:

"I think you'd better let them go."

Tommy certainly wanted to get rid of these unlucky kids as soon as possible, but they had just witnessed a shooting!

If we don't warn them and let them brag about it online—which is inevitable—these naive middle school students will definitely go online and boast about their thrilling experience tonight.

It's easy for the whole internet to know that a group of middle school students under the age of 21 spent the night partying at the Stinger Bar.

Then the bar shouldn't be opened. When Boss Antonio gets angry, no one can withstand it.

So he had to scare the students into shutting up, but Leonard was still dealing with Donovan and hadn't had time to deal with this problem yet.

Another gangster pulled out a gun and pressed it against Alex's forehead:

"Shut up! This is none of your business. They'll be back home safely tomorrow."

Alex froze.

"OK, OK, calm down, relax!" Richard quickly stepped forward and pulled Alex away.

"We'll leave now. Don't be nervous. As long as you don't make things difficult for these children, we promise not to cause any trouble."

Richard's composure surprised the gangsters, who wondered where his confidence came from.

In fact, at the same time, the magic hand had already been quietly activated, blocking the trigger from below, so he couldn't press it at all.

Richard was confident he could sever the carotid arteries and tracheas of the two gangsters within seconds, rendering them both unconscious.

However, there might be hidden cameras here, and if we get filmed, we won't be able to explain it, so there's no need to take the risk for now.

Alex was also shaken and quickly said:

"OK! OK!"

......

The two men lifted the mud-covered body into the car.

Tommy leaned against the car window and grabbed Alex's head:

"Hey! Bro! Listen up! This is a small matter. A guy got drunk and shot someone in the store. We can't let the cops know these kids are in the store, it's that simple, understand? We'll let them out right away! And you, don't cause any trouble!"

Alex breathed a sigh of relief.

This explanation makes sense; if it were truly a major problem, they wouldn't call outsiders to collect the body.

"OK! I understand! I won't talk nonsense."

Tommy patted Alex on the back of the head:

"The body was disposed of cleanly! I'll definitely come back to you for more orders!"

Alex started the car in frustration and drove away from the yard, but instead of leaving immediately, he deliberately drove past the front door of the Stinger Bar.

The two could clearly see a police car parked on the street corner not far away.

Two police officers sat inside the car, smoking.

Alex angrily slammed his hand on the center console:

"The police are in cahoots with them! Damn New York!"

Richard, however, calmly replied:

"Not all police officers are with them. Stop the car a little further away."

"What's your idea?" Under Alex's curious gaze, Richard picked up his phone and called his doting daughter:

"Hey, Mike."

Mike's voice came through in a low, hoarse tone, sounding tired. He had been very busy these past two days and hadn't even had much time to monitor Catherine.

"Kid, what do you want?"

Richard calmly replied:

"Debbie was drugged at the Stinger bar and trapped in a room by two black men. I couldn't get her out of there."

In a bar, being cornered in a room by a black man—even a fool could guess what was going to happen next.

Richard deliberately withheld some information, such as the shooting and the fact that there were other people in the room.

Sure enough, Mike exploded on the spot:

"WTF! Stinger Bar? Leonard! He dared to touch my daughter! Didn't you call the police?"

Richard said:

"Calling the police is probably useless. There's a police car at the scene, and two policemen are smoking inside. The license plate number is XXXX."

"Fuck! It's that bastard Donovan! He's in cahoots with the Stinger!"

boom!

The call was disconnected.

Alex asked in surprise, "Who is it?"

Richard said calmly:

"There was a girl named Debbie in the room just now. She's my classmate, and I'm staying at her house now. The person who answered the phone is Mike, a sheriff, who is also Debbie's father."

Alex finally realized why Richard had remained so calm.

However, Alex admired Richard even more for his calm handling of the situation after discovering his classmate had been kidnapped.

Richard opened the door and got out of the car:

"I have to wait here for Mike to come. You go and deal with the body."

Alex was relieved:

"Okay, I'll be going now. These three corpses are troublesome."

Alex frowned as he recalled the three obviously abnormal corpses.

Fortunately, he had been doing corpse collection work for so long that he had some shady dealings.

Alex drove away.

Richard picked up the phone again, this time calling Brian:

"Mike's daughter was drugged and kidnapped at the Stinger bar. He's on his way here and might do something irrational in a bit."

As a seasoned strategist who had navigated the political arena for decades, Brian understood almost instantly:

"OK, leave the rest to me!"

This is a perfect opportunity to screw over Mike!

He didn't know how Richard had accomplished all this, and could only admire the omnipotence of the supernatural.

Richard stood quietly in the shadows, looking at the Stinger bar not far away.

He wasted two points of magic power dealing with the situation just now, and someone has to pay the price for it.

My magic power is down to 6 points and it's getting lower and lower. How can I restore my magic power?

……

Donovan exhaled the last puff of smoke, threw the cigar on the ground, and stomped on it hard.

"My heart feels much better, let's go in. Don't rush to report to headquarters, let's assess the situation first."

His partner also stubbed out his cigarette.

OK.

Leonard still wanted to stall for time:

"Here! Let me have another one..."

Just then, several police cars sped over, screeching to a halt, and blocked the bar entrance!

Donovan's face immediately fell:

"Leonard! Your men actually called the police!"