Working as a police officer in Mexico

Casare thought about it, and the areas controlled by the Mexican Governor's Palace weren't exactly safe, but there was some degree of security.

Who would dare cause trouble?

Who the hell would dare cause trouble?

"Okay, it might be good to go back and check."

Camila Sodi smiled happily, pulled out a napkin, and wiped her little daughter's mouth, but Casare, with sharp eyes, suddenly spotted a name tattooed on his mother's wrist.

It seemed to be a man's name?

He grabbed Camila Sodi's wrist, "Mom, what is this?"

"I know, I know!" the little sister exclaimed, raising her hand, "It's mom's boyfriend."

Camila Sodi admitted it openly and nodded, "Yes, what do you think?"

Casare gazed into her eyes, she was very nervous, her eyes flitting away, obviously, her emotions weren't as calm as her tone suggested.

"Of course, it's your freedom, Mom; you should find your own love."

Seeing how she was, Casare said gently, he felt that his mother, who had worked hard all her life, also deserved to have her own life.

But the smile hadn't even faded from Casare's face when he heard his little sister continue, "That man is 30 years younger than mom! And... and he... he uses drugs!"

"Feliciana!" Camila Sodi shouted severely.

Uses drugs?

In an instant, Casare's eyes narrowed, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very...

"Misunderstanding, Casare, he's not an addict," Camila Sodi hurried to explain.

"Of course, don't worry, Mom, I don't take one-sided stories. If he's not a drug trafficker that's great, but if he is..."

Casare deliberately paused, "I'll blow his head off!"

I'm the top enforcer of the anti-drug tyrant Victor, and I, a front-runner in narcotics enforcement, am told my mom's new boyfriend uses drugs?

Hahaha...

Do you really think Casare is into Buddhism?

Camila Sodi was anxious, "Listen to me..."

"Mom, let Feliciana finish," Casare watched her darkly, that look sending a shiver through her, actually instilling fear!

That look...

Camila Sodi had seen it before when they lived in the slums, in the eyes of a murderer!

"Feliciana, can you tell brother what else you know? You all can speak if you know something," Casare said gently as he patted his siblings' heads, smiling.

The second brother was older and knew better than to speak out, bowing his head. The third brother and fourth sister were younger and clueless, and despite sensing something off from their mother's expression, they hesitated but eventually spoke.

"One time, when he stayed over at our house, I saw him take out a syringe and shoot it into his arm, right here," Feliciana pointed to her own arm, "I've seen many people do this in Mexico."

"Moreover, he tried to give it to Felix and Kurt. If it hadn't been for mom showing up, they would've been injected too. Mom argued with him, and the guy slapped her."

"Right on the face!"

Casare felt a fire in his chest and looked grimly at Camila Sodi, who hung her head like a child who had done wrong.

Her awkwardness made Casare feel a pang, "Mom, where is he?"

"Please, I beg you, don't—" Camila Sodi knew what her son was intending to do, and she pleaded.

"Mom, your son has changed; I'm no longer the disrespected Mexican police officer. Now, I am the Governor of three districts under the Governorship of Northern Mexico! And my boss is the Governor!"

"No one can bully my family. Tell me, where is he?"

"Don't, I really like him..."

"What use is a drug-using boyfriend like him? Come back with me to Mexico. I'll introduce you to my boss!" Casare's anger boiled over, his voice a murmur.

"Where is he?!"

But Camila Sodi wouldn't say, and the guests around them, witnessing the scene, looked on with strange glances, unsure of what was happening.

The girl seated closest to them, however, had listened to every word and looked at him with astonishment.

As the standoff continued, the phone on the table rang.

Camila Sodi reached out to answer, but Fat Casare was quicker; he snatched up the phone, switched on the speaker, and a nauseating voice came through, "Darling~ could you stop by MGM?"

Casare looked at his mother, but she remained silent; however, his sharp sister Feliciana leaned in, "Mom's not here. What do you want?"

The man on the other end was taken aback, then shockingly cursed in front of the child, "That bitch! Feliciana, have your mom bring the money over quickly, I'm at MGM, don't delay me from getting rich."

"Remember, be quick."

After that, he hung up.

Casare looked blankly at Camila Sodi, "This is your boyfriend? Spewing profanities so casually?" Enjoy exclusive content from empire

The sarcasm in his tone made it hard for her to lift her head.

Casare pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and dialed a number, "Hello, go to MGM, find a guy called..." he grabbed Camila Sodi's wrist and stared at the name that was neither in English nor Spanish.

"What's his name?"

Camila Sodi stubbornly refused to speak; she, long alone, had fallen like someone who had never been in love, swayed by just a few sweet words.

Sometimes, women can feel insecure.

It was PUA all over again!

"It's in Japanese, his name is Kashima Noriyasu!" The girl who had been listening for a while suddenly spoke up.

Casare looked at her, frowned slightly, nodded in acknowledgment, and picked up the phone again, "Find a man named Kashima Noriyasu. When you find him..."

"Bust his mouth, then slice off his ears. I'll come to find you later."

"For God's sake, don't let him die too easily."

Casare's words were spoken so nonchalantly...

Mom...

Please find yourself a new boyfriend!