Murder Is Easy, Getting Away with It Is Hard!

At that moment, in the Stacy home, under George's complicated gaze, Bai Ye was struggling to fend off the girl's advances.

"Bai Ye, what do you like to eat?"

"You think my mom's Steamed Perch is delicious too? I love it as well."

"Looks like we have the same taste in food. Actually, I can cook a few things too. When there's a chance, I'll cook for you."

"By the way, what do you usually like to play?"

Watching the girl before him tilt her head at him, her eyes seeming to drip with affection, Bai Ye awkwardly turned his head away.

In this looks-obsessed world, you could never know just how proactive a girl could be when facing a boy whose charm stood at the pinnacle of humanity.

In truth, the girl's attempts at striking up a conversation were not particularly clever. Her relentless persistence even came off as rather low-class. But she was sincere, so sincere that Bai Ye was having trouble dealing with it.

What Bai Ye understood even less was why, with Gwen making herself so obvious, neither of the two parents at the dinner table had stepped in to say anything.

Hurry up and say something, or your daughter might start tearing his clothes off next.

Right now, in Bai Ye's eyes, Gwen was more troublesome than ten thousand robbers!

After taking a few simple bites and filling his stomach, Bai Ye turned his gaze to George, who had remained silent the entire time.

"Chief, you didn't invite me here today just for dinner, did you? Now that we're done eating, can we get to the point?"

"Let's talk on the balcony." George had also eaten about enough. He stood and headed toward the balcony, with Bai Ye following behind.

Hearing that they were going to discuss serious business, everyone else sensibly stopped talking and silently watched the two leave the table.

On the balcony, George braced both hands against the railing and looked at the distant houses as he slowly said, "Do you know that public opinion about the police department has begun to deteriorate severely today?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Bai Ye retorted. "If your police department had been stronger, and you had dealt with the robbers earlier, you wouldn't have needed me to step in."

"You're right, but New York's police officers aren't extraordinary humans like you. They're only ordinary people with somewhat better qualities. That's why I asked you here today."

George looked at Bai Ye. "We invited you here today because we want to ask you to join the New York Police Department."

"That's it?" Bai Ye looked at George. "Just that? What about the rest?"

"What rest?" George froze.

"You want me to join the police department, but there aren't any terms?" Bai Ye frowned.

"Terms? What terms? Considering that, as a high school student, you don't qualify to become a regular officer, we can only settle for making you a consultant for the police department."

"By terms, I mean benefits, authority, what joining can do for me. What are you thinking? Who would join with no conditions?" Bai Ye rolled his eyes.

"Well, the police department's funding is rather tight, but..." George was interrupted halfway through.

"Fine, no need to consider it. I refuse." Bai Ye answered without hesitation. This pauper was trying to recruit him? Did he think he was Song Jiang?

"You should just do what you're supposed to do and take care of petty thieves properly. As for the powerful ones, leave them to the Super Heroes." Bai Ye was utterly blunt.

In his view, it was only natural for the New York police to be useless. How could a group of ordinary people possibly fight supervillains?

Spider-Man had only just mutated, while Iron Man was still a playboy. So, in the eyes of the public, New York's police seemed somewhat useless, because the expectations placed on them were completely mismatched with their abilities.

But once Super Heroes and supervillains began appearing in explosive numbers in the future, after people had grown used to seeing gods clash with gods, the public would understand. In a chaotic battle between superheroes, the police were supposed to be mere bystanders.

After all, you could not expect one dollar to be spent like ten. Once people accepted that New York's police were ordinary humans and lowered their expectations, things would be much better.

George was somewhat angered by Bai Ye's attitude. "Leave them to those Super Heroes? You mean that group of people, none of whom has even shown their face yet? Who knows what their real identities are like? Without legal oversight, New York's public safety would have long since become a complete mess."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Bai Ye could not be bothered arguing with him and nodded repeatedly. "Since dinner is over and you've heard my refusal, there's nothing else for me to do here. I'll head back first. See you around."

"Wait." George called out to stop Bai Ye.

"What else is it?" Bai Ye turned back.

"About Gwen..."

"I know. I'll keep my distance from her." Bai Ye made an OK gesture.

"No, I mean, you can come over for dinner more often when you have the chance." George said awkwardly. He really was not very satisfied with Bai Ye's personality, and Bai Ye had killed too many people and been far too ruthless when he acted. But his daughter liked him...

"Uh... when I have the chance." Bai Ye nodded speechlessly. He left the balcony and, despite the Stacy family's reluctant attempts to keep him there, insisted on leaving. He still had other things to do tonight.

When he reached the street, the cold night wind blew over Bai Ye, making his heart grow colder and colder. Thinking of that phone call from Li Shu, killing intent gradually filled his mind.

But he could not act yet. After all, as anyone who killed often knew, murder was easy, but getting away with it was hard.

If Li Shu had just called him, then died in his home that same night, while Bai Ye had just demonstrated that he was capable of committing the crime, then once the police checked the call records, would they not immediately identify him as the prime suspect?

So for Bai Ye, the real problem was not killing Li Shu, but making sure the New York police could not catch him while doing so.

And Bai Ye already had some ideas about how to accomplish that.

As he wandered the streets, Bai Ye continuously searched through all the information he had gathered before leaving the underworld.

With his spirit at 1.6, old memories surged through his mind like a tide.

Those memories included basic information on all manner of gang leaders in New York City, such as their names, appearances, and home addresses.

Soon, within those memories, Bai Ye locked onto his first target: Brown Roderick, leader of the Countermeasure Gang!

With his target in mind, Bai Ye walked along main roads covered by surveillance cameras and returned to the club. He then left through the unmonitored back door and quietly slipped into a nearby convenience store.

Avoiding the cameras, he took a set of clothes and a pair of shoes from the store. After leaving behind an equivalent amount in cash, Bai Ye departed.

Half an hour later, after obtaining the items he needed, Bai Ye hesitated for a moment before heading toward his home. Before taking action, he still had one important thing waiting there. Without it, it would be difficult to accomplish his goal.