I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard picked up his phone and called Brown:

"I remember your brother's name is John Jr.?"

Brown said in surprise:

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Richard continued:

"He's about five feet seven inches tall, has a full beard, reddish hair, and a large tattoo on his left hand. Is that him?"

Brown's heart skipped a beat:

"How do you know? You saw him? Where is he? What did he do this time?"

Richard sighed.

Not far away, John, who had been knocked unconscious, was just being carried into an ambulance by the police:

"John Jr. took the blame for his boss and hid at least 500 grams of enhancement drugs. In addition, he may also be suspected of unlawful detention of a minor. He's in big trouble; it should be a federal felony."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Brown paused for a long time before speaking:

"I'll go check on the situation right away, Richard. Thank you for letting me know."

He couldn't tell if he felt regret, despair, or a sense of relief.

Richard hung up the phone.

Actually, this situation is a good thing for Brown.

John Jr. finally landed himself in jail, at least he didn't drag the Brown family down with him.

For Brown, this is the best possible outcome.

Soon, many family cars arrived at the scene; they were the students' parents.

"Debbie! Where is Debbie!" Catherine couldn't hide her panic.

Other parents were also calling out to their children. The middle school students, who had been terrified all night, finally couldn't hold back their tears and hugged their parents. The scene was chaotic.

The reporters quickly took photos.

Richard led Catherine to Debbie, who was already somewhat drowsy from the effects of the drug, occasionally letting out a silly grin.

"What's wrong with her?" Catherine asked anxiously.

Richard calmly replied:

"She was given medication, the doctor checked her out, it was probably some kind of 'control water' or ketamine, she'll be fine by tomorrow morning. Let her get a good night's sleep tonight."

Catherine was furious:

"Damn it! This bar is open to minors! I'm going to sue them!"

A reporter, seemingly out of nowhere, approached and quickly snapped a few photos, saying at the same time:

"The Stinger Bar is suspected of detaining minors, possessing large quantities of drugs, murder, and bribing law enforcement officers. It will be out of business for at least a year, and they will pay a heavy price. Please tell me..."

Richard took off his coat to cover Debbie's face and said coldly:

"No photos, we do not give interviews."

The reporter persisted relentlessly:

"Is this girl a student at Francis Lewis High School? Doesn't this incident indirectly prove the failure of public secondary education...?"

"Excuse me! What is your relationship with this girl?"

Are you a couple?

What are your thoughts on what happened today?

"Will this affect your relationship...?"

Richard picked up Debbie with both hands, his face dark, and got into the back seat of Catherine's car, slamming the door shut.

Reporters are so annoying.

Catherine got into the car too.

However, Catherine's troubles weren't over yet; she also had to deal with the police.

If you are caught drinking under the age of 21, you will be fined at least $200, serve 20-40 hours of community service, attend 6-8 hours of alcohol education classes, and may even have a criminal record.

Moreover, today's case involves a murder, so no one can leave. Everyone must go to the police station to have their photos taken, fingerprints recorded, and statements made, which will take at least a whole night.

The students were dejected, and the parents looked gloomy. One could imagine that in the next few days, these unruly middle school students would thoroughly enjoy their parents' "love."

One of the officers in charge knocked on the car window:

"Madam, you can't leave. She also needs to go to the police station to give a statement."

Catherine calmly took out a gold card from her purse:

"I am a family member of the sheriff, and I have an SBA card."

The officer took the card and saw that it belonged to the wife of NYPD's famous Sergeant Mike.

Catherine is indeed Mike's ex-wife, but Debbie is Mike's daughter!

Richard noticed that the officer's expression changed immediately.

The police officer quickly made a note in the register and said warmly:

"Let Debbie go home and rest. We'll go to the police station tomorrow. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. We'll find out which bastard gave Debbie the drugs, and we'll teach him a lesson tonight."

Catherine nodded and shook his hand:

"Thank you. Jamie, right? I'll remember your badge number. I'll tell Mike about today's events, and he'll personally express his gratitude."

Immediately, young police officer Jamie's face lit up with a smile:

"We're all brothers, it's only right!"

The reporter standing nearby, as if he had stumbled upon a major news story, exclaimed loudly:

"It's not fair! Why can this girl go home while the other students have to go to the police station! This is unfair! This is illegal!"

Jamie said matter-of-factly:

"Protecting the family members of a NYPD sergeant is not illegal! If you're dissatisfied, you can file a complaint against me with the IAB. My badge number is here; you can take a picture of it right now."

At the NYPD, it's an open secret that officers help each other, and he was completely unfazed by threats from reporters.

If things escalate, he might even become a big celebrity, a good brother who stands up for his colleagues, which would be beneficial for his future promotion within the NYPD!

Jamie looked smug.

The other parents' expressions clearly changed upon hearing this.

The reporter tried to block Catherine's car and create another big news story.

Other officers noticed the disturbance and immediately rushed over to help Jamie separate the reporter from Catherine's car, allowing Catherine to leave.

Catherine drove away from the scene slowly.

Richard, cradling Debbie's head, sat in the back seat and said with great interest:

What is an SBA card?

Catherine explained:

"A type of police officer family card, issued by the police union. The NYPD has five police unions, corresponding to five levels: Constable, Detective, Sergeant, Superintendent, and Superintendent and above. Each union issues different levels of cards to family members. The SBA card represents the family and friends of a sergeant. The NYPD generally doesn't pursue minor traffic offenses or misdemeanors. Drinking under the age of 21 is obviously just a minor offense that's not taken seriously."

Catherine looked completely at ease, having become accustomed to this unspoken rule.

Richard was filled with awe.

At Dongda University, if you are stopped by traffic police for running a red light or driving under the influence, and you refuse to accept the penalty and stubbornly shout "My dad is X Gang," you will 100% get into trouble with your dad.

Look at the Lighthouse, they've visualized human relationships as cards and turned unspoken rules into regulations—it's so civilized.

Suddenly, Debbie, who had been fast asleep, sat up with her eyes closed.

Richard was puzzled:

"You woke up so quickly?"

Debbie murmured:

"Where's the toilet? Where's my toilet?"

He closed his eyes and started to take off his pants.

Richard quickly stopped him:

"We're in the car now, we'll talk about it when we get home..."

Before she finished speaking, Debbie had already pulled down her pants.

A strange smell permeated the entire vehicle.

Richard was shocked.

Catherine screamed:

"OMG! This is my car! Debbie, don't pee!"

After urinating, Debbie collapsed into Richard's arms and fell asleep again.

"Debbie! You're dead!" Catherine, who was somewhat of a germaphobe, slammed the horn hard in a fit of rage.

There was no room for anyone in the back. Richard could only help Debbie tidy up and then carried her to the front passenger seat.

"What a terrible day!" Catherine gritted her teeth as she glanced at the unconscious Debbie, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, her anger rising.

Even with Richard imbuing her with eternal calm, she was starting to lose control.

Richard gently patted Debbie's shoulder, like petting a cat.

The vehicle started again.

Richard said calmly:

"Mike has been administratively suspended and will be subject to an investigation by the IAB."

"This is the only good thing today." Catherine was anything but happy. She glanced at the miserable state of the back seat and said angrily:

"Tomorrow I'm going to make that little bitch wash her own car!"

"Hahaha!" Richard laughed gleefully.

Debbie's days are about to get tough.