Stages of Life Change

"Mom!"

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open by a young man. Michael's Wife, who was resting on the bed, immediately sat up. The young man walked to her side and hugged her, a trace of worry and fear lingering on his face.

He had met with the police early in the morning. They told him about the attack on his mother the previous night. Fortunately, their community security had arrived in time, scaring the criminal away before he could harm Michael's Wife.

After a night's rest, Michael's Wife had calmed down. She described the person's appearance, and the police had determined that the case was an inside job. They thought Little Michael might have some clues, such as having seen the person before.

With this in mind, and the need to notify the family, Little Michael left school early in the morning and rushed over.

Now, the expression on his face disappeared, replaced by an angry, somewhat ferocious look. "I will find that person, I swear!"

Michael's Wife clearly didn't want her child to be in danger. She held Little Michael's hand while stroking his soft, golden-brown hair. His hair color was inherited from Michael; in places without light, it looked brownish-yellow.

But in strong light, the brownish-yellow would turn golden-brown, which was very beautiful.

"The police are more professional than you. We should trust them. Look, I'm fine. I don't want anything to happen to you!" Michael's Wife squeezed Little Michael's hand. "I'm fine now, don't interfere in this matter!"

She still remembered the weapon in the man's hand and his brutality. She didn't want her child to be the next victim, but sometimes parents' words aren't heeded by their children, especially half-grown boys like Little Michael, who was sixteen or seventeen.

They think that because they have a body almost like an adult, they have the mind and experience of an adult. They often want more respect, but they always mess things up.

In this cycle, they are even more eager to prove that they are mature, grown up, and no longer need to be controlled by their parents. So they will do things that their parents don't want them to do to prove that their parents aren't always right.

Little Michael comforted his mother and promised that he would never investigate the 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 on a business trip and supposedly in some danger. If this matter affected him and caused some irreversible consequences, Michael's Wife would never be at ease. This was precisely what Little Michael wanted to say.

He wanted to settle this matter before Michael returned, and then let them know that he had grown up and didn't need to be restrained anymore.

After seeing his mother, Little Michael was invited to the police station by the police. They even took out the wanted notice that the police were printing and showed it to him.

"Have you seen this person?" The Sheriff in charge of the case held a cup of coffee in one hand and pointed to the wanted notice posted on the blackboard.

Originally, similar cases wouldn't be supervised by a Sheriff-level officer, but Michael was a person with a "license," a civil servant. These types of families receive more attention when they are harmed, which is a way to convey a message to the outside world and the Federal Revenue Service—we care about this case—to deter potential criminal behavior and protect our interests.

Little Michael frowned as he looked at the wanted notice on the blackboard. He didn't recognize this guy at all. The Newspaper Boss's contact with Michael had always been very secretive, and there were other things besides this matter itself. Neither the Newspaper Boss nor Michael would make their relationship known in a high-profile manner, let alone involve Little Michael in it.

Although he didn't recognize this person, it didn't stop him from putting on a thoughtful look. The Sheriff didn't disturb him and waited for about four or five minutes before Little Michael shook his head. "He looks a little familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him."

The Sheriff nodded noncommittally and asked a few other questions. Just as he was about to send Little Michael away, Little Michael suddenly asked, "Can I take this with me? Maybe I'll remember something sometime." He pointed to the wanted notice on the blackboard.

The Sabine City Police Department had printed hundreds of these things, ready to distribute them to all the police stations in the state and federal police agencies. One more or one less wasn't a big deal.

The Sheriff nodded. He put down his coffee cup, personally tore off the wanted notice, and placed it in Little Michael's hand, earnestly saying, "If you remember anything, don't be reckless. Call me immediately!" As he spoke, he took out his business card and stuffed it into Little Michael's hand.

The latter nodded repeatedly and repeatedly assured the Sheriff that he would call him as soon as possible before the Sheriff watched him leave.

Watching Little Michael drive the Wild Buffalo 239 and disappear into the traffic, he couldn't help but joke with his colleague, "Look, the Federal Revenue Service is rich. Even their kids can afford a 239, while I'm still driving an old car."

In the Bayer Federation, as long as you are over five feet tall (over 1.5 meters) and over fifteen years old, you can apply for a driver's license. These two conditions are mandatory. The former is to ensure that the driver can reach the pedals, and the latter is to consider the applicant's life and handling ability.

The Sheriff's colleague smiled and didn't continue. Everyone already knew what the people from the Federal Revenue Service were like.

It was impossible for all the fines collected each year to be handed over to the higher-ups. They would always retain some and divide it up under various pretexts. Besides, Michael was the head of the investigation team, a member of the management, so this was normal.

Little Michael didn't take these people's words to heart. He was now filled with a sense of mission. He had to do something big to show his mother and father, and also let that bastard who almost hurt his mother know how powerful he was.

About twenty minutes after the car merged into traffic, it stopped outside a nightclub called Kimberley, which was quite well-known in Sabine City. It also had a parent company with nearly eighty chain stores in the Bayer Federation.

Its legitimacy made it a popular place for many who didn't want to get their hands dirty, and with Kimberley's background, it was not only safe but also highlighted the status of its patrons.

Kimberley during the day was not as lively as it was at night. When Little Michael entered the hall, only some cleaners were cleaning, and the bartender was counting inventory and adjusting various reserves.

The sound of footsteps made the bartender glance back, but he quickly withdrew his gaze. He knew Little Michael, a little guy with some ability only in Sabine City, and this ability of his didn't even come from himself, but from his father.

Little Michael strode to the bar, took out the wanted order and slapped it on the counter. He poked the surface with his finger, making a bang bang sound, and the bartender turned back to look at him.

"I want to find this person..."

The bartender glanced down at the wanted order and said with half-open eyes, "Then you have to go to the police station, we don't offer this service here."

Little Michael looked around, leaned closer, and said, "I know you guys are well-informed, I'm willing to pay, and this has nothing to do with anyone else."

The bartender pondered for a moment, "Five thousand, I'll help you find out about this person. If you want further information about him, we'll talk after I figure out who he is..."

Little Michael didn't care about any of that at this point, and he immediately agreed.

The bartender put away the wanted order and turned to continue counting inventory. "Come in through the back door at seven o'clock tonight!"