The atmosphere had grown somewhat tense by now.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "Secretary Shaw, you didn't call me here just to show off your strength, did you?"

"Then what do you think I want from you?"

Rasco Shaw asked.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "Dylan Tate's notebook?"

Dirk's response.

Left Rasco Shaw slightly shocked.

However, he couldn't show his surprise in front of him and pretended to be casual, asking, "Oh? What makes you say that?"

"You've always wanted to get your hands on that notebook. You even had Caleb Ford send someone to steal it from me on your orders, right?"

"That kid Caleb, he really isn't good at keeping secrets."

Rasco Shaw said.

Though his words were calm.

Dirk could still sense the underlying anger.

He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing to do with Caleb. He didn't tell me anything. I figured it out on my own. It wasn't hard. Once I understood Dylan Tate's cause of death, it was clear you were after the notebook."

"I like dealing with smart people. Since we're here, let's be frank. Give me the notebook, and I'll help you reinstate your Party School enrollment, plus the best student spot I mentioned will also be yours."

Rasco Shaw said.

Dirk Carter suddenly burst out laughing.

Rasco Shaw was stunned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at how someone as smart as Secretary Shaw sometimes gets confused. You're so eager for this notebook, there's no way I'll hand it over. Who knows, I might discover some big secret in it one day."

"Dirk Carter! You're courting death!"

Rasco Shaw, already somewhat exasperated, finally couldn't hold it back and warned Dirk angrily.

Dirk's gaze was sharp.

He said, "Secretary Shaw, don't be like this. You don't dare touch me. If you did, you would have already acted. There must be something in that notebook very important to you. Just because I can't see it doesn't mean others can't. If you kill me, aren't you afraid the notebook will fall into the hands of your political opponents?"

"Do you think I won't kill you right now?"

Rasco Shaw said through gritted teeth.

Dirk snorted coldly, opened the car door, and got out of the car with ease.

After closing the car door, he leaned into the window and said, "Secretary Shaw, this is a fire lane. Parking isn't allowed here. How can the number three in the State Committee of Serenity have no regard for the rules?"

"You..."

For a moment.

He was speechless.

Watching Dirk leave with an air of nonchalance.

Rasco Shaw's gaze gradually filled with murderous intent.

"Boss, should I arrange something?"

At this moment, Barry Ford came over and asked.

The flames in Rasco Shaw's eyes extinguished instantly.

With a cold laugh, he said, "No need for now. The stuff is still in his hands. Knowing his character, he won't let this go. Let's head to the State Committee and prepare the next steps in the anti-crime campaign."

After saying that, just as the car was about to start.

Rasco Shaw pointed to the yellow lines of the fire lane on the ground and said, "Call the school and have them reroute the fire lane."

"Got it. I'll arrange it in a moment."

Barry Ford said.

...

They casually found a restaurant.

Dirk Carter and Daisy Young had a hearty meal.

To be honest, from Saturday afternoon to this Tuesday morning, they really hadn't had much to eat.

Daisy was about to pay the bill.

Dirk stopped her and said, "I should treat this meal."

"Why? I'm the one who said I would treat you to a meal."

Dirk smiled and said, "Because I lost last time we bet."

Daisy was taken aback, then understood what was going on.

She put the money away.

Asked, "Shall we go?"

"Where to?"

Dirk asked.

Daisy wiped her mouth with a napkin and said, "How do you plan to handle this? Judging by your temper, you won't just let it go. We have to do something, and we need a place to stay, right?"

"You're not going back?"

Dirk asked.

Daisy laughed openly and said, "Even if I go back, it's just waiting to be dealt with. What if you win? Might as well take a gamble."

"You like to gamble that much?"

Dirk asked.

Daisy said, "Life is a big gamble from the moment you're born. Exams are gambling, making friends is gambling, getting married is gambling, even choosing a job, dealing with colleagues, taking sides, doing things—it's all a gamble. Without gambling, life would be so dull. By the looks of it, the next few days should be quite interesting."

"Alright, then let's have another gamble."

Dirk was infected by Daisy's mood.

He too became excited.

...

At 8 PM.

In a private room at Redflame Hotpot City in Ronan City.

Wearing glasses and looking gentle, Rasco Shaw sat in the main seat.

Accompanying him was a man and a woman.

The man appeared to be in his 40s, the owner of a construction company in Serenity, named Baylor Hall.

The woman beside him, whom he kept, looked in her early 20s and was very beautiful.

They had sought out Rasco Shaw through acquaintances, hoping to use his connections to recover a construction payment that had been delayed for over two years from another contractor.

The amount owed was substantial, over twelve million.

Baylor Hall had tried all sorts of connections, but to no avail.

At this moment, Rasco Shaw was their last hope.

Halfway through the meal.

The private room door opened.

Barry Ford walked in and said, "Boss, he's here."

Rasco Shaw nodded slightly.

Under Barry Ford's lead, another man in his 40s, stocky and muscular, entered.

The man had a shaved head.

A thick gold chain hung around his neck.

When he saw Baylor Hall, his brow furrowed.

However, it was only for a moment.

He quickly picked up an empty glass from the table, poured himself a drink, approached Rasco Shaw, and said nervously, "Secretary Shaw, I'm terribly sorry. There was traffic on the way, so I'm a bit late. I'll punish myself with a drink."

With that, he downed the drink in one gulp.

Just as he sat down.

Rasco Shaw was about to speak.

The bald man's phone rang.

He picked up the call immediately.

After handling the call, he tossed his phone onto the table and was about to pour a drink.

Rasco Shaw reached out, took the bald man's phone, fiddled with it, and asked, "With how busy Mr. Minsky seems, business must be good these days."

"Secretary Shaw, you might not be aware. Business has been tough lately. There are tons of debts I can't collect. Every day I'm hounded by creditors, almost ready to jump off a building."

The bald man was Kaleb Minsky.

He poured a full drink and was just about to present it to Rasco Shaw.

Rasco Shaw released his grip.

The phone fell straight into the hotpot with a plop.

"Oops, Mr. Minsky, my apologies. My hand slipped just now."

Rasco Shaw said.

Kaleb Minsky could tell it was deliberate.

But he had no solution.

With a wry smile he said, "No worries, it's just a phone. I'll get a new one."

Rasco Shaw nodded slightly and said, "Didn't Mr. Minsky say he's so broke he's ready to jump? Sometimes, you need to be frugal. I see your phone is waterproof. Retrieve it, and it might still work."

Kaleb Minsky was taken aback.

Quickly, he grabbed a ladle and said, "Right, right, Secretary Shaw is correct. Being thrifty is a good habit. I'll fish it out. After cleaning, it should work..."

Just as he was about to scoop it out.

Rasco Shaw's face turned eerily cold.

He said, "Use your hand!"

With this statement, all three present were stunned.

Kaleb Minsky, especially, glanced sharply at Rasco Shaw, thinking he must be joking. But judging by his fierce expression, he wasn't joking at all.

At that moment.

Kaleb Minsky's back was soaked through.

His forehead started sweating profusely.

Seeing Rasco Shaw's indifference.

Kaleb Minsky knew this was serious.

He stood up slowly.

Gritting his teeth, he plunged his hand into the boiling hotpot.

"Ah..."

A dreadful scream.

Kaleb Minsky fished out the phone from the hotpot. Looking at his hand, it was already a horrible mess.

"Can you repay the money?"

Rasco Shaw asked.

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