For a long while, Dean set down his phone, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. That guy Haver, turned out to be a part-time evaluator for the Lucifer Game Organization! All of today's events stemmed from Portolia, who was long dead. That woman, having seen Dean's potential, had uploaded his information to the Lucifer Game Organization for assessment, intending to recruit him. Portolia was dead, but Dean's information remained. On the surface, Haver was an inconspicuous charlatan; in secret, however, he was the Lucifer Game Organization's evaluator in Los Angeles. After Portolia, the recommender, died, Dean's information was forwarded to Haver. Dean's evaluation Level was high, and Haver wasn't opposed to it.

Ironically, he hadn't even designed a case to test Dean yet. Because of Azak, Haver had stumbled into the counterfeit currency incident. So, Haver decided to use the counterfeit currency plate incident to kill two birds with one stone. He wanted to use Dean to eliminate the remnants of the Skull Gang behind the plates and, at the same time, complete Dean's final evaluation.

And Haver was a cruel man. An exposed identity is a useless identity.

He had not only deliberately lured the people behind the counterfeit money and toyed with Molly and her son, but he had also made them part of Dean's evaluation.

According to Haver's requirements, the first step of Dean's evaluation was to help him eliminate the threat from the Skull Gang. Haver had also thoughtfully given Dean a tip: he had already disseminated Molly and Azak's locations through the organization's channels. Dean's task was to use the mother and son as bait, lie in wait for the Skull Gang members, catch them, and then wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

As for the second step of the evaluation, Haver hadn't specified. He was waiting to see how Dean would choose to face the threat.

If Dean chose to comply, Daisy would likely be safe. But it also meant Dean could potentially be absorbed and compromised. One step back, and you sink deeper with every subsequent step. It's true for gambling and drug addiction, and it's true for the corruption of the soul. If he chose not to comply, it meant Dean was unlikely to be successfully recruited.

No matter what Dean did, Haver would get his answer, complete the organization's task, and reap the benefits he desired.

Beyond that, Dean finally understood why Haver had reminded him at the end. It was all a pretense of mystery, merely to distract him. That Haver, his understanding of the human heart was not in the slightest bit inferior to his own!

While he was brainstorming, Molly, lying in the hospital bed, finally recognized him from his undisguised voice. Her eyes widened in anger and shock. Her arm trembled as she raised it, pointing at Dean, and she seethed through clenched teeth, "You son of a bitch, pretending to be a gunman to scare me! I'm going to file a complaint! I'm going to have your badge!"

Considering everything, Dean's actions constituted a major violation. If proven, even with Monet, the new Director of the Internal Affairs Department, protecting him, Dean's record would be seriously tarnished, and he would face suspension to let things cool down.

"More threats." Dean tilted his head back and twisted it slightly. Amidst the CRACKLING of his bones, he lowered his gaze, his emotionless eyes strangely fixed on the furious Molly.

He had never understood why these fools, when faced with their persecutors, only dared to grovel and beg for mercy, yet when they turned around, they dared to attack and verbally abuse the patrol officers and detectives trying to help them.

Heh. Dean chuckled softly and gestured to Harry. "Let's go."

Harry might not have been the sharpest, but he was observant. He noticed Dean's mood had shifted after the phone call and wisely refrained from asking questions. He just nodded, opened the door, pulled the cart they had used, and followed Dean out of the hospital room.

Outside the door, Hawk and his partner were smoking. Seeing them emerge, Hawk quickly approached. "Dean, is it handled?"

"It's sorted. Thanks, Hawk." Dean patted Hawk's shoulder gratefully.

This breach of regulations, if Molly actually filed a complaint, wouldn't just spell trouble for Dean; Hawk and his Keeper team would also be implicated. So, Dean owed him this favor.

Hawk grinned unconcernedly. "We're practically family; it's a small thing. Since it's settled, I'll head off."

Dean stopped him and pulled out a roll of cash. "Help me give this to your wife as a birthday gift. Also, pull your men out of here. Protection is no longer needed."

Hearing this, Hawk stiffened, his pupils contracting. He was an old hand at this. Dean's meaning was simple: let the woman inside die!

This made Hawk hesitate. All he knew about this case was that it involved a missing person; he was unaware of the deeper entanglements. If he rashly followed Dean's instructions, he might end up taking the fall. Hawk's hand, caught in indecision, twitched, unsure whether to trust Dean.

Seeing his hesitation, Dean leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Hawk, opportunities to change your destiny in life are few and far between. Think about your position, unchanged for years, and think about your former supervisor who was taken away.

"Some chances, once missed, are gone forever.

"If you don't want to reach old age and look back on today's choice with endless regret, then don't hesitate!"

After speaking, Dean stuffed the money into Hawk's jacket pocket. Then, taking Harry with him, he removed the white coat he was wearing and turned to leave, Hawk watching his retreating figure.

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