"Turn around, I'm about to arrest you." Clearly, Luke was not happy with this proposal.

"Please don't do this, I really had no intention of hurting you..." Seeing Luke pull out handcuffs, the man became anxious, "Hey, you really don't have to do this."

"If you dare move, I'll shoot, and I'm not wearing a body camera right now..." Luke handcuffed his hands straight away.

"I won't move, but I still want to talk to you, to find a better solution."

"Lie down against the wall." Luke started to search him and found a handgun, "Wow, looks like you really did want to kill me, I guess there would be your fingerprints on the grip.

"That's another point toward assault on a police officer."

"I really had no intention of hurting you, and certainly not of assaulting a police officer, this is all a misunderstanding, I have a gun permit."

Luke countered, "Do you think the judge is going to believe you, or is going to believe me?

If I'm not mistaken, there might be information or photos of me on your phone, hmm."

"Detective, no offense intended, I was unaware of your identity."

"One last chance, then why were you following me?"

"I... am a detective, someone hired me to investigate you, I have no personal vendetta against you and pose no threat.

If I have given you any wrong impression, I apologize."

"How can you prove your identity?"

"There is a photo of my detective's license in my phone, you can check."

The Supreme Court of the United States has stipulated that police can only search a suspect's phone with a warrant.

Of course, if the suspect agrees, the police can also look at it.

Luke took out his phone and saw a photo of himself and a detective's license with his photo and personal information.

Burn Detective Agency

Detective, Melon Sis

"Who hired you to investigate me?"

"I don't know."

"Then I have to take you back to the station."

"Wait, I can find out.

I may not actively snoop on who the employer is, but I have their contact info, and I can find out their identity."

"Why did they hire you to investigate me?"

"I don't know, he just told me to gather as much information about you as possible."

"Have you met him?"

"Yes, male, about forty years old, trust me, I will definitely be able to find out about him."

Luke ripped off the fake mustache on his face and took a picture of him, "I've got your identity now, find out the employer's identity by tonight, or else, you'd better not show up in Los Angeles again, got it?"

"I will find out, can you let me go now?" Melon Sis assured again.

Luke unlocked his handcuffs and put his pistol and magazine into his pants pockets, one on each side, "Walk forward, don't look back, if I see you again, I'll shoot."

After walking a few steps, Melon Sis stopped, "Once I find out the employer's identity, we're even."

"Agreed."

"You can't tell him about this."

"I'll see how I feel."

Luke was in a foul mood from being followed, but he still had to eat.

Luke found a Sichuan restaurant, ordered four appetizers, and a bottle of beer.

While eating, he pondered over being followed.

There were two reasons for letting detective Melon Sis go, the first being that he indeed hadn't caused any bodily harm to Luke, so the chances of being charged with assaulting an officer were slim.

Luke had been observing him for micro-expressions, and at first, he was lying, but later on, he spoke the truth.

He was likely a detective, hired by someone to investigate Luke, to put it plainly, just a tool, capturing him would be pointless.

Knowing the other party was a detective, Luke wasn't afraid he would run off.

You can run away from the monk, but not from the temple.

Though being a detective is legal, it inevitably touches upon some gray areas—no detective wants to be under police scrutiny, as it not only impedes their business but could also land them in prison.

After dinner, Luke drove home, his mindset very stable.

He had a "Bullet-Proof Card," so not to mention being followed, even if someone shot at him, he wouldn't be scared.

What else was there to worry about?

In the afternoon, the bamboo rattan chairs were delivered to his home, and Luke placed them directly in the courtyard.

He cleaned the teapot and brewed a pot of Tieguanyin tea.

Leisurely drinking tea, eating sunflower seeds and pistachios, life was just like that...

A little after seven in the evening.

Daisy came back, and he had already made dinner.

The evening meal was enjoyed in the courtyard.

Daisy looked at the bamboo rattan table and chairs, "Did you buy these in Chinatown?"

"You remember?"

"Of course, I really like these bamboo and rattan products, you even gave me a bamboo-woven vase."

"I originally wanted to take you with me, but it's a pity you had to work overtime. Were you very busy today?"

Daisy picked up her wine glass and clinked it with Luke's, "Cabin Posia's lawyer contacted me about a settlement."

(Cabin Posia: The thief who stole Luke's Harley.)

"How did it go?"

"Not so well, he used the excuse that Cabin Posia has no legitimate job and was only willing to compensate five thousand US dollars.

How could Cabin possibly have no money if he spent over ten thousand US dollars customizing the Harley?

We negotiated about the compensation amount and in the end, he was only willing to pay ten thousand US dollars."

"That's not bad progress." Luke had only spent twenty thousand US dollars to buy the Harley and was already feeling quite good about receiving a ten thousand US dollar compensation.

Besides, he and Little Black both rather liked the modifications made to the Harley.

Of course, he would have preferred if Little Black didn't like it.

"No, absolutely not, there's still room for negotiation in this case," Daisy said with full confidence.

"OK, you're the professional," Luke laughed. Naturally, the more compensation money, the better. He decided to let her take charge.

"Ding-a-ling-ling..."

Luke's phone rang. He took it out and saw it was Melon Sith's number. "Hey, great detective, how's the investigation going?"

"Shall I tell you the name of your employer? Then we are even."

"Of course."

"Avery Bruce."

"What does he do?"

"Lawyer."

"Why is he investigating me?"

"I really don't know."

"You better not be lying to me."

"I'm telling the truth, I'm sorry about what happened today, and I definitely won't lie to you again."

"Good," Luke hung up the phone.

Daisy, concerned, said, "What happened?"

"Do you know many lawyers in Los Angeles?"

"Quite a few, what's up?"

"I want to find out about someone, Avery Bruce."

Daisy's brows furrowed slightly, "What about him?"

"You know him?"

"He's the lawyer I met with this afternoon, Cabin Posia's lawyer."

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