Night fell.

The Star-Spangled Banner also dimmed.

DEA San Diego Branch.

The T-bone steak had long been devoured, and now, there were a few paper boxes.

Zhou Mo Sen still sat in his single room, seemingly without any dissatisfaction with this place.

But upon seeing these paper boxes, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.

"Hey hey Hank, Panda Express?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

Captain Hank was quite surprised.

Zhou Mo Sen hadn't just had steak, right, so at night, he can't keep having steak.

Time to change the taste.

Zhou Mo Sen very naturally made his request, Chinese food.

This request... Generally, anyone summoned wouldn't dare to be like this.

But isn't this our Dr. Zhou after all!

Captain Hank agreed with a smile, and in fact, he even bought himself a portion.

The previous steak was definitely paid for by Zhou Mo Sen himself; he even told Hank that he could treat everyone at the DEA.

Of course, Zhou Mo Sen said this as a joke, and because it was Hank he was talking to.

Never forget that in the United States, if you face a stranger of such a high rank, never say such things.

Because they might immediately turn hostile, or even directly cuff you or pull a gun.

This is definitely no exaggeration.

And Zhou Mo Sen saying this, joking is just one aspect, he actually wanted to further probe Hank a little.

Fortunately, the fierce-looking Captain Hank laughed heartily and didn't take it seriously.

As a result, Zhou Mo Sen felt even more comfortable eating the steak.

Now there's this Chinese food.

But, Panda Express = Chinese food?

Zhou Mo Sen didn't even open the takeout boxes; he just looked disdainful.

Naturally, Hank found it odd, and being familiar with Zhou Mo Sen, he simply opened up the boxes.

He even took a sniff.

"Hmm~ I think it smells nice."

This action by Hank made Zhou Mo Sen burst into laughter.

"You all, haven't had real Chinese food." Zhou Mo Sen took a box, pointed at the chicken inside, and said, "This is General Tso's chicken, right? I'm telling you, there's no such dish in China."

"Huh?" Hank was stunned by this statement.

So subversive!

Panda Express is said to represent Chinese food here in America.

But the dishes inside, China doesn't have them?

How could an American accept that!

Zhou Mo Sen further explained, "You all really love eating sweet things a lot. Panda Express, I know it, but the taste there is obviously not right—we Chinese cuisine won't just make one sweet and sour, especially predominantly sweet, flavor. Chinese cuisine has a lot of flavors... Well, there are many my parents didn't even cook for me, their cooking skills are quite average."

Saying this, he almost forgot he is an American.

Fortunately, he managed to round it off.

He straightforwardly said he mostly cooks for himself on regular days, and compared to this fast food, he'd rather eat at Subway.

Of course, there are some genuine Chinese restaurants in San Diego.

The taste is nice and authentic, just a little pricey.

Zhou Mo Sen said all this, but ultimately he still picked up a box of fried rice to eat.

This rice isn't the white rice we Chinese are familiar with, but something called Jamaica rice when translated directly.

Supposedly produced in Jamaica.

But this thing is simply strange!

The texture is all wrong, not to mention.

The key is, this rice has a weird sweet taste, like that of coconut.

Believe me, any Chinese person who tastes this kind of fried rice, with coconut flavor mixed with oils and some other tastes...

Not cursing is already the highest etiquette.

Zhou Mo Sen ate while critiquing, which amused Hank.

"Didn't expect there to be such a big difference, haha..."

"Did you ever notice? In Panda Express restaurants, how many people look like me?"

"Oh, yes, thinking back, it seems like there aren't just few Chinese but even Asians in Panda Express."

"Exactly, I'll definitely take you to try real Chinese food when I get the chance."

Though he hadn't had it yet, Hank had already become greatly expectant of real Chinese food.

Of course, this fellow still had a good impression of Panda Express, eating with relish.

But did these two only criticize food during this dinner?

Zhou Mo Sen had actually realized it early on, by the time he had eaten around half, he couldn't eat any more.

"Is there something you want to say?"

This question was already quite direct when thrown out, and upon hearing it, Hank stopped eating any further.

"There's actually something I don't understand."

"What is it?"

"It's that, Attorney Oden had been here, so why are you still here?"

Hank's confusion was quite normal.

In the clinic, Hank directly subdued Vincent and then 'invited' Zhou Mo Sen to the DEA.

This was absolutely due to previous commitments.

Moreover, there was no problem with doing this.

Since such illegal items appeared, this case should be under our DEA's jurisdiction!

Who is Vincent anyway?

Just a small police station chief!

According to our Chinese hierarchy, Vincent is like a police station chief.

Hank, on the other hand, is the DEA's captain.

DEA reports directly to the United States Department of Justice, its status is equivalent to the FBI.

Vincent, a city police station chief, really can't be compared.

But, Hank doing this, inviting Zhou Mo Sen, and being so courteous.

It was almost like letting Zhou Mo Sen be a guest.

Hank did this because of certain highlights.

First, he believed Zhou Mo Sen wouldn't have any issues.

A renowned doctor like Zhou Mo Sen dealing with illegal items at his clinic, does that make sense?

Definitely getting framed!

These kinds of things... the police often do them.

Ahem, this shouldn't be discussed in details.

Second, of course, was because Hank thought Zhou Mo Sen would be leaving soon.

Because according to the warrant, after meeting the attorney and going through the process, Zhou Mo Sen, with his wealth, could spend a little money and leave.

So why not leave yet?

Hank really couldn't comprehend it.

And Zhou Mo Sen, of course, couldn't reveal the truth.

Because Zhou Mo Sen had previously seen Jimmy and Tang, and after that, the framing incident happened to him.

This fully indicates that the Bloodline Gang is going to be in trouble!

Our Dr. Zhou's brain is still quite good.

He had reasoned it out early on.

The reason why Zhou Mo Sen hasn't left the DEA yet is because he's staying put here.

That means any Bloodline Gang business has nothing to do with me, right?

Anything happens with the Bloodline Gang, it's unrelated to me, Zhou Mo Sen, isn't it?

So, if the Bloodline Gang really changes leader.

It still has nothing to do with me, Zhou Mo Sen, right?

Thus, Zhou Mo Sen passed on such information to Oden.

Zhou Mo Sen staying at the DEA, providing an opportunity for Mai Dangkui to rise.

Isn't this great!

Moreover, probably someone is watching him.

If it's not Carlos, then it's Paddy.

Zhou Mo Sen can't give them any hold over him, at least not now.

So how should he answer Hank?

"I feel very safe here with you."

This answer made Hank's eyebrows twitch slightly, and right after, he understood.

He patted Zhou Mo Sen on the shoulder, "Then stay as long as you want."

After saying that, the two burst into laughter.

And what's happening outside the DEA?

...

Bloodline Gang.

"Family! I now have absolute proof that Brother Pi, this bastard, got Tiger killed!"

Brother Pi and his accomplices were now all kneeling on the ground, their heads pressed by guns.

Mai Dangkui acted very decisively, as he had hidden in Tiger's room.

And then he took down Brother Pi.

Now our Bloodline Gang is about to internally judge this bastard Brother Pi!

And then... Mai Dangkui grew even more excited.

He's going to be the boss!

Thank you, Dr. Zhou!

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