North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 575 - 326: Today Calls for Bloodshed_3

"But are you content with that? As long as you're willing to stay in Los Angeles as my secret agent, I guarantee they won't dare to trouble you anymore!"

This guy, he sure knows how to keep his mouth shut! Dean suspected that Amon's sudden move against the Ashton Family was probably related to the previous island base. This treacherous bastard, it isn't the first time he's kept me guessing. First, it was the news about my mentor Anthony, and now this. If this bastard weren't currently an ally, I'd really want to capture him, throw him in a dark cell, pick up a little whip, and torture a confession out of him until he howled.

Dean was displeased, so he didn't want Amon to feel pleased either. He stood up, straightened his collar, shook his head, and refused, "Sorry, I'm not willing."

"Why?" Amon was puzzled. "According to the intelligence I've just received, your colleague has now offended those Japanese, and the situation might not be good. You also want to return. If you just accept my conditions, it'll be beneficial for both of us."

"You seem quite concerned about my affairs," Dean curled his lip. "But I certainly don't want to put myself and my family in danger over a job."

"With us here, they wouldn't dare—"

"Cut the crap!" Dean interrupted Amon's persuasion, waving his hand dismissively. "I don't want to end up like Cheston En, not even knowing if he's dead or alive. You just talk while I'm the one taking risks. That's not a win-win situation."

At these words, Amon's dark face finally showed a hint of embarrassment. He waved towards the bar, and the male and female servers, who had been standing there quietly, tactfully disappeared from their sight.

「Once the room was cleared.」

Amon then said sincerely, "I can assure you, Cheston En is safe. He's been injected with a neutralizing agent. But he's not you, Dean. We're friends, but he's an outsider. So, I can't just risk leaking secrets for no reason to guarantee his safety as well."

"Is this how you discuss a win-win situation with your friends now?" Dean retorted.

Amon raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I can give you another piece of information. Do you remember the cannibal case you handled before?"

Dean nodded. "Of course, I remember. It's because of that case that I incurred the hostility of those Japanese."

The main culprit in the cannibal case was Yamaguchi Yuko, a sweet and gentle single mother with a child, who was also a member of the Yamaguchi Family. After he killed her, Dean also incurred the animosity of the Yamaguchi Family, which led to him being subsequently forced out and suspended. Otherwise, Dean would still be thriving in Los Angeles.

"The Yamaguchi Family knows you're back. They're planning to kidnap your family for revenge, to make you taste the pain of losing loved ones. Then, if you dare to retaliate, they'll take care of you too..."

Before Amon could finish, a cold, oppressive feeling washed over him, a man battle-hardened and acutely perceptive. He snapped his gaze to Dean, only to see him snatching the documents Amon had given him from the table and turning towards the exit. Everything was understood without a word.

Shaking his head, Amon—thinking that momentary feeling was just an illusion—hurried after him, cautioning, "Don't be impulsive. I'll find a way to warn them. Once the mission is completed, if you want to deal with the Yamaguchi Family, I'll help!"

Dean paused and asked quietly, "Is the information accurate?"

Amon nodded. "Of course. Those Japanese are scum; many of them have willingly become our mad dogs, so they're constantly under our surveillance."

"Alright," Dean said, "I won't mess up your plans."

"Good. From now on, my communications will be offline. If you have anything urgent, you can come to this café. It's one of our National Security's safe houses."

「Leaving the café.」

Dean looked up at the rising sun, slowly exhaling a plume of white breath into the cool autumn air. The breeze was crisp. He unbuttoned his shirt, cracked his neck, pulled out his cell phone, and called both Lawrence and his cousin, urging them for progress: "Today! I want results today!"

His cousin Dick, unaware of what had agitated Dean, nevertheless promised he would do his best to complete the task. Lawrence, on the other hand, was more direct and arranged to meet Dean that evening. He knew Dean must have run into trouble again.

After hanging up, Dean's eyes glinted with a fierce light as he drove off. All I wanted was to live a peaceful life, to be a five-star citizen of Los Angeles. But why do these people insist on pushing me? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The September sky was high, the air clear and crisp.

Today was a good day for blood to be spilled.