Americans Have All Had Training

A scam?

Absolutely not!

The Black Ledger had always been impeccably fair! Whatever the amount was, that was the amount! Not even a kilogram could be short!

Besides, for a gang enforcer like you to actually say something like "scam"... heh heh!

"Let me ask you this: is your blind boyfriend still blind?"

The corner of Elektra's mouth twitched. Though unwilling to accept it, Matthew Murdock's eyes had indeed regained their sight. Then she remembered something and asked,

"What about Matthew's eyes? Where did you put them?"

"Tsk~" Sean felt that Elektra's train of thought was truly different. She always managed to focus on such unimportant things.

"What do you think?"

"...On a dog?"

"Yep."

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"Pfft~"

Thinking of two dogs, each carrying Matthew's blind eyes, Elektra could not help laughing.

"What exactly did you come here for? If it's nothing, stop bothering me while I work."

Sean had been annoyed by this woman for half an hour, and there had not even been any benefit in it. She should get lost already.

"Hmph~ I came to remind you of something. Your clinic has been targeted, so watch out for someone taking a shot at you."

That had been what Elektra had originally come to say. Asking about Matthew's eyes had only been incidental, but she had never expected that answer... dog eyes? "Pfft~"

She turned around and rubbed the spot where Sean had knocked her down with a punch, cursing inwardly: That bastard! No good deed goes unpunished!

Elektra left, and Sean seriously considered the news she had brought.

Targeted?

If Elektra had come to warn him, it could only be The Hand or Kingpin.

Were they not afraid of dying?

He was not worried about getting shot in the back. With the ledger, any fatal injury suffered by him as the creditor would be shared equally among the debtors, with the corresponding debt deducted.

But that only applied to himself. New York's gangs were not good people. They would not stop until they achieved their goals. If they went after Vanessa, that would be troublesome.

As for Ava? They could try whatever they wanted. They could not beat Ava anyway. That demon only behaved herself in front of him.

Linda was just a nurse. She probably would not be targeted, right?

Tsk~ Hard to say. Linda was the legal representative of White Clinic, and she managed the clinic's money too... those thugs might very well go after Linda first.

"Being too famous isn't necessarily a good thing," Sean muttered irritably.

Hearing Sean muttering in the office, Ava walked in gracefully.

"Is there something troubling you that you need me to solve?" she asked, throwing him a flirtatious look.

Sean ignored her. He was already used to it.

"I have a new decision!"

"..." Ava grew a little nervous, hoping Doctor White was not about to lose his mind.

"From now on, the clinic will operate twenty-four hours a day!"

"Huh?" Ava's eyebrows drooped. Twenty-four hours... Would they even have any free time left? She had not gained many souls in the past six months, and now they would work around the clock? Was he trying to cut off her food supply?

"That's right. As a clinic, how can we not have emergency services? Shouldn't we take care of patients who suddenly fall seriously ill at night? Of course we should. To save those innocent lives, we need to open a nighttime emergency department!"

Sean pursed his lips and nodded approvingly to himself before continuing,

"Yes, that's it! Linda shouldn't be going home lately. She'll take night shifts with you until I find a suitable night nurse."

"..." Why not ask whether we were willing? Ava wailed inwardly.

"Then it's happily decided. Go inform Linda. I'm going home first!"

And so White Clinic's nighttime emergency service was launched. It was still the same people—no, only Ava and Linda. Doctor White still had to go home and keep his girlfriend company.

The two women were left at the clinic, on the verge of tears.

"Doctor Ava, can I resign?" Linda Carter asked with a miserable expression.

Ava fiddled with her nails, her face stretched long. "What do you think?"

"I can't, can I?"

"You know the answer, yet you still asked."

"Sigh~~"

2.6 kilometers away, Sean strolled into Vanessa's bookstore.

A blonde young woman stood behind the counter. Sean studied her for quite a while.

"Mr. White~ Stop staring at me!" the blonde girl finally complained coyly.

"Oh~" Sean let out a breath. She was probably not Vanessa.

"Lauren~ Where's Vanessa?"

"She just went out with Miss Natchios," Lauren said with a smile.

"..." Elektra had whisked away his girlfriend? That woman really never stopped moving!

"You get back to work. I'll be going."

"Goodbye, Mr. White."

"Goodbye, lovely Lauren."

Lauren Strucker was a summer part-timer at the bookstore. A very cute girl.

"Oh, right! Mr. White!" Lauren called out from behind him again.

Sean turned back and looked at Lauren questioningly.

"Miss Natchios left a note for you. I forgot just now."

The young girl blushed a little.

Sean took it and saw the words written on it: Enjoy your empty house, bastard!

After thanking Lauren, Sean left with a dark expression.

Why was Elektra acting like a child, pulling such petty tricks?

There was no need to call and ask. Sean knew there would definitely be no one at home today. Vanessa and Elektra got along very well, and Elektra often dragged her off to do bad things.

Why go home when his girlfriend was not there?

Doctor White was going out to have some fun!

He headed south along Broadway, wondering whether he should take a look at 42nd Street. He had been in New York for so long without visiting this holy land for men. Would that not be letting down this body of his with unlimited stamina?

Lost in all those random thoughts, Sean walked all the way back to Lincoln Center.

Go back or not?

Let me struggle for a moment!

Lincoln Center was on 65th Street. How far was it from West 42nd Street? 1,850 meters!

What a tempting distance!

Go! Take a look! Just as he was about to keep walking forward—

Bang! A deafening crash rang out as the glass windows on the first floor of a building suddenly shattered, and a green figure shot out from inside.

A massive python over two meters thick darted onto the street, and the people outside immediately descended into chaos. Screams and shouts erupted.

This big python looked a little familiar?

Sean took a closer look. Was that not his snake?

It was the Python Queen's pet, though as far as the ledger was concerned, the snake already belonged to it.

Sean naturally regarded the snake as his own property.

He glanced toward where the windows had shattered and saw the sign of a jewelry brand.

Enmmm... Had the Python Queen robbed a jewelry store to pay him interest?

"Woo~ woo~ woo~ woo~ wee~~ woo~ wee~~ woo~"

The NYPD sirens arrived quickly. It had only been ten seconds since the window broke. When had the NYPD become so efficient?

Two police cars in the distance were chasing a yellow taxi in this direction.

Sean immediately understood. He had no idea who had been so unlucky as to lead the police cars right over here.

These two police cars...

He really could not tell whether this counted as good luck or bad luck.

The python rampaged through the street, overturning several badly positioned cars and nearly blocking the entire road.

The yellow taxi came to a sudden stop. The people inside climbed out amid a stream of curses, showing no signs of panic.

This group had quite the distinctive look: skinny ones, fat ones, tall ones, short ones. The combination was simply incredible.

They looked rather comical, but the rifles in their hands were not comical at all.

The crowd that had been fleeing in every direction from the python instantly ran to both sides of the road. They either ducked into shops or hid behind cars, crouching down with their heads covered.

Tsk~ Why did it feel like Americans were all so experienced?

This chapter was short~

I didn't want to split up the next part of the plot, so sorry, everyone~