"Mom!"
The door of the hospital room was suddenly pushed open by a young man. Michael's Wife, who was resting briefly on the hospital bed, immediately sat straight up. The young man walked over to her side and gave her a hug, a trace of worry and lingering fear appearing on his face.
He had seen the police early in the morning, and they had talked to him about the attack his mother suffered last night. Fortunately, their community security guards had rushed over very timely, and the criminal had been scared away before he had a chance to harm Michael's Wife.
After a night of rest, Michael's Wife had already calmed down. She described the man's appearance, and the Police Station had already judged this case to be an acquaintance crime. They believed that Little Michael might have some clues over there, such as having seen this person before.
With this thought in mind, coupled with the necessity of notifying family members, Little Michael had left school early in the morning and rushed over.
At this time, after the expression on his face disappeared, it was replaced by an angry expression carrying a trace of ferocity, I will definitely find that person, I swear!
Michael's Wife obviously did not want her child to take risks. While holding Little Michael's hand, she stroked his soft, golden-brown hair. His hair color was inherited from Michael, and it looked brownish-yellow in places without light.
However, in places with strong light, the brownish-yellow would turn into golden-brown, which was extremely nice-looking.
"The Police Station is more professional than you. We should trust them. Look, I'm fine, and I don't want anything to happen to you!" Michael's Wife squeezed Little Michael's hand. "I'm doing well right now, don't meddle in this matter!"
She still remembered the weapon in that man's hand, as well as his brutality. She did not want her child to become the next victim, but sometimes parents' words might not be taken to heart by their children, especially half-grown boys of sixteen or seventeen like Little Michael.
They felt that possessing a body similar to an adult's meant they possessed an adult's mentality and experience. They often wanted to gain more respect, yet they always managed to mess everything up.
In this cycle, they also more urgently hoped to prove that they were already mature and grown-up, and no longer needed to be controlled by their parents. Thus, they would do things their parents didn't want them to do to prove that parents weren't necessarily always right.
Little Michael comforted his mother and promised absolutely not to track down that criminal. At the same time, he also agreed to Michael's Wife's request not to tell Michael about this for the time being.
After all, he was still away on a business trip, and it was said there were some dangers. If this matter affected him and caused some irreversible consequences, then Michael's Wife would never have peace of mind. This happened to be exactly what Little Michael wanted to say.
He was going to get this matter sorted out before Michael came back, and then let them know that he had grown up and there was no need to continue restraining him.
After seeing his mother, Little Michael was invited by the police to sit for a while at the Police Station, and they even took out the Wanted Order the police were printing and showed it to him.
"Have you seen this person?" The sheriff in charge of this case held a cup of coffee in one hand while pointing at the Wanted Order posted on the blackboard.
Ordinarily, a similar case would not yet be supervised by a police officer of sheriff rank, but Michael was a person with a "license" and belonged to public service personnel. When this kind of family suffered harm, it would exceed certain specifications during processing. It was also considered conveying a message to the outside world and the Federal Revenue Service—we care very much about this case, thereby deterring potential criminal behavior while safeguarding our own interests.
Little Michael frowned as he looked at the Wanted Order on the blackboard. He didn't know this fellow at all. The Newspaper Boss's contact with Michael had always been very covert, and besides this matter itself, there were other things. Neither the Newspaper Boss nor Michael would make a big fuss about letting people know their relationship, let alone let Little Michael get involved in it.
Even though he didn't know this person, it didn't hinder him from putting on a pensive look. The sheriff did not disturb him. After waiting for about four or five minutes, Little Michael shook his head. "Looks a bit familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it."
The sheriff nodded noncommittally and asked a few other questions. Just as he was preparing to send Little Michael off, Little Michael suddenly asked, "Can I take this away? Maybe I'll remember it sometime." He pointed at the Wanted Order on the blackboard.
The Sabine City Police Station had printed several hundred copies of this gadget, preparing to spread them to all police stations and federal-level police agencies throughout the entire state. One more or one less copy simply didn't matter.
The sheriff nodded. He put down the coffee cup in his hand, personally tore off the Wanted Order and placed it in Little Michael's hand, saying earnestly, "If you remember anything, don't be reckless, call me the first time!" As he spoke, he even fished out his business card and shoved it into Little Michael's hand.
The latter nodded repeatedly. After repeatedly guaranteeing that he would definitely call the sheriff the very first time, the sheriff watched him leave.
Watching Little Michael drive away in that Wild Buffalo 239 into the traffic, he couldn't help but banter with his colleague beside him, "Look, taxation people are really wealthy. Even a kid can afford to drive a 239, while I'm still driving a jalopy."
In the Bayer Federation, as long as one's height exceeded five feet (over 1.5 meters) and one's age exceeded fifteen years, one could apply for a driver's license. These two conditions were mandatory; the former was to ensure the driver could reach the pedals, while the latter took into consideration the applicant's living and processing abilities.
The sheriff's colleague smiled and did not continue. Everyone had long been clear about what kind of people those in the Federal Revenue Service were.
The massive fines every year could not possibly all be turned over to the superiors; some would always be retained and split up together under various excuses. Furthermore, Michael was still the head of the Investigation Team and belonged to the management tier, which was very normal.
Little Michael didn't take these people's words to heart. Right now, his entire body and soul were filled with a sense of mission. He definitely had to do something big for his mother and father to see, and by the way, let that bastard who almost harmed his mother know his prowess.
About twenty minutes after the car merged into the traffic, it stopped outside the door of a nightclub called Kimberley. This nightclub was also considered somewhat famous in Sabine City, with a general company behind the scenes and close to eighty chain stores throughout the Bayer Federation.
The formal content made quite a few people who were unwilling to soil themselves willing to spend money here. Coupled with Kimberley's backing background, not only was it safe here, but it would also highlight the guests' status.
Daytime Kimberley lacked the liveliness of nighttime. When Little Michael entered the lobby, there were only some cleaners sweeping the floor in the entire lobby, while the bartender was checking inventory and adjusting various reserves.
The footsteps made the bartender glance back, and with just a single glance, he withdrew his gaze. He knew Little Michael, a little fellow who only had a bit of capability in Sabine City, and this bit of capability wasn't even his own—it came from his father.
Little Michael strode to the side of the bar counter, took out the Wanted Order, and slapped it onto the bar counter. He poked the countertop with his finger, making bang bang sounds, before the bartender turned back around to look at him.
"I want to find this person..."
The bartender lowered his head to glance at the Wanted Order, saying with his eyelids half-closed, "Then you'll have to go to the Police Station. We don't have this service here."
Little Michael looked around, moved closer, and said, "I know your news is relatively well-informed. I'm willing to spend money, and this matter has nothing to do with anyone else."
The bartender pondered for a moment. "Five thousand bucks, I'll help you ask around about this person. If you want further information about him, we'll talk after I figure out who he is..."
How could Little Michael care about these things right now? He immediately agreed.
The bartender put away the Wanted Order and turned around to continue checking inventory. "Seven o'clock tonight, come in from the back door!"