Blackstone Code

"Mom!"

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open by a young man. Mrs. Michael, who was resting on the bed, immediately sat up. The young man walked over and hugged her. A hint of worry and fear appeared on his face.

He had met with the police early in the morning. They discussed the attack on his mother last night. Fortunately, their community security arrived just in time, and the criminal fled before being able to harm Mrs. Michael.

After a night's rest, Mrs. Michael had calmed down. She described the appearance of the assailant. The police believed it was an act committed by someone familiar and thought that Michael Junior might have some clues, like having seen the person before.

Upon learning that his mother had been attacked by a burglar and the burglar might be someone he knew, Michael Junior left school early, rushing anxiously to the hospital.

After the expression on his face disappeared, he replaced it with one of anger, a somewhat fierce expression. "I will find that person, I swear!"

Obviously, Mrs. Michael didn't want her son to get involved. She held onto Michael Junior's hand while gently stroking his soft golden-brown hair. His hair color was inherited from Michael; in places without much light, it looked brown-yellow. But in strong light, it turned into a beautiful golden-brown.

"The police are more professional than you. We should trust them. Look, I'm fine. I don't want you to get involved!" Mrs. Michael squeezed Michael's hand. "I'm okay now. So stay out of this."

She still remembered the weapon in the man's hand and his brutality. She didn't want her child to be the next victim. But sometimes, parents' words might not enter their children's hearts, especially a teenager like Michael Junior.

They felt they had almost the same body as adults, thinking they had the maturity and experience of adults. They often wanted more respect but ended up messing things up.

In such a cycle, they were more eager to prove they were mature, grown-up, and didn't need their parents' control. Thus, they would do things their parents didn't want them to do to prove that parents might not always be right.

Michael Junior comforted his mother and promised not to pursue the criminal. At the same time, he agreed to Mrs. Michael's request to temporarily keep this matter from Michael.

After all, he was still on an assignment, reportedly a dangerous one. If this matter affected him and caused irreparable consequences, Mrs. Michael would never be at ease. This was exactly what Michael Junior wanted to convey.

Before Michael returned, he wanted to resolve this matter and let them know that he had grown up and didn't need to be restricted anymore.

After seeing his mother, Michael Junior was invited by the police to sit in the police station. They showed him a wanted notice that was being printed by the police for this case.

"Have you seen this person?" The chief of the case held a cup of coffee in one hand, pointing to the wanted notice posted on the blackboard.

Ordinarily, such cases would not be supervised by a chief-level officer. But Michael was a "licensed" individual, a public servant. In handling cases involving those people's home being intruded, there was a tendency to go beyond regular procedures, which was also a way of signaling to the outside world and the federal tax authorities—indicating that they took this matter seriously, in order to deter potential future criminal acts while safeguarding their own interests.

Michael Junior looked at the wanted notice on the blackboard, frowned slightly. He didn't recognize the guy at all. The connection between the News Head and Michael had always been kept discreet, and there were other things aside from this matter that neither Michael nor the News Head wanted to make public.

Although he didn't know the person, it didn't stop him from showing a contemplative look. The chief didn't interrupt him. After waiting for about four or five minutes, Michael Junior shook his head. "Looks familiar, but I can't recall where I've seen him."

The chief nodded without expressing much, asked a few more questions, and was about to send Michael Junior away when suddenly he asked, "Can I take this with me? Maybe I'll remember something later." He pointed to the wanted notice.

This thing was printed in hundreds by the Sabin City Police Department to be distributed to all police stations in the state and federal-level police agencies. One more or one less wasn't a big deal.

The chief nodded, set down his coffee cup, tore off the notice, and placed it in Michael Junior's hand. He earnestly said, "If you remember something, don't act rashly. Call me first thing!'' As he spoke, he took out his business card and handed it to Michael Junior.

After repeatedly promising to call the chief first if he remembered anything, Michael Junior was finally seen off by the chief.

Watching Michael Junior's Bull 239 disappear into the traffic flow, the chief couldn't help but joke with his colleague, "See, our colleagues at the Federal Tax Bureau are really well-paid. Even their kid can afford a 239, while I'm still driving an old man's car."

In the Baylor Federation, as long as one was over five feet tall (1.5 meters) and over fifteen years old, one could apply for a driver's license. These two conditions were necessary - the former to ensure the driver could reach the pedals and the latter considering the applicant's problem handling capabilities.

The chief's colleague smiled but didn't continue. Everyone knew what those people from the Federal Tax Bureau were like.

Not all the fines they collected every year would go up. They would always intercept some for various reasons, and moreover, Michael was the head of the investigation team, belonging to the management level. So it was normal.

Michael Junior didn't take these people's words to heart. He was full of a sense of mission now. He had to do something big to show his mother and father and, incidentally, let the jerk who nearly harmed his mother know how capable he was.

About twenty minutes after the car blended into the traffic, it stopped outside a nightclub called Golden Beverly(金柏丽) - a somewhat renowned establishment in Sabin City. This nightclub held a degree of local fame and was backed by a parent company with nearly eighty chain stores across the Baylor Federation

Many people unwilling to soil their hands were willing to spend here due to its legit service. Plus, with Golden Beverly's background, it was not only safe here but also showcased the status of its guests.

During the daytime, Golden Beverly wasn't as lively as it was at night. When Michael Junior entered the hall, only some cleaners were cleaning, and the bartender was taking inventory and reordering supplies.

The sound of footsteps made the bartender glance back but quickly looked away. He knew Michael Junior, a kid in Sabin City with a bit of ability, an ability that wasn't his own but came from his father.

Michael Junior walked to the bar counter and took out the wanted notice, tapping it on the counter. He used his finger to poke the tabletop, making a banging sound. Only then did the bartender turn to look at him.

"I want to find this person..."

The bartender glanced at the wanted notice and, eyes half-lidded, replied, "You'll have to go to the police station. We don't provide that service here."

Michael Junior looked around and leaned in closer. "I know you have good connections. I'm willing to pay, and this has nothing to do with anyone else."

The bartender pondered for a moment. "Five thousand. I'll help you find this person. If you need more information about him, we'll discuss after I figure out who he is."Please do not delete thisHow to find a list of chaptersPlease find the chapter label next to your favorite translator's name, and click the label.