After watching Orty leave, Luke's gaze swept over the bar, searching for the figure of another Latin beauty, Laura.

The reason Luke had Orty help investigate Laura was that he felt Laura seemed to be deliberately approaching him; moreover, he wanted to see what the capabilities of Pinkerton Detective Agency were.

Luke spotted Laura sitting in the corner on the east side of the bar, accompanied by a burly figure, none other than Fatou Brandi, the firefighter from Las Vegas.

It seemed Fatou Brandi also noticed Luke, and he raised his glass in Luke's direction as a gesture.

Luke didn't know if it was a gesture of goodwill or if he was showing off having a beautiful woman by his side, and he was too lazy to ponder it, so he returned the gesture with his glass.

Just as well, with a jewel like Orty before him, he indeed had little interest in Laura.

It was like the college entrance examination, where one point could mean a difference of several hundred ranks.

...

The following morning.

After the family finished eating, they officially started their sightseeing.

The first stop was the Capitol Building, a structure founded by Washington himself in 1793, grand with its white marble style.

This attraction had many tourists lining up, mostly foreign visitors, but fortunately, Luke and his group arrived fairly early and didn't have to wait too long.

The second attraction was the National Gallery of Art, which had a unique characteristic, with two strikingly different architectural styles from east to west; the eastern side featured a modernist geometric building, while the western side had a strong ancient Greek influence, and the gallery housed roughly 40,000 pieces, including many famous paintings and calligraphy.

But with paintings, it's a one-sided relationship, known to you but not you to it, and a thousand spectators have a thousand Hamlets. The little chubby boy wasn't patient enough at his age to enjoy this, and after staying for more than half an hour, he clamored to visit the National Air and Space Museum.

Luke also wanted to go there, reportedly with as many as 260 real airplanes - this was where men should be.

But there was a woman in the group, so everyone stayed in the art gallery for over an hour before dining at a local restaurant Orty recommended.

In the afternoon, the little chubby boy finally visited the National Air and Space Museum, which he had longed to see. The place was enormous, and authentic planes were plentiful, showcasing various significant aircraft, rockets, missiles, spacecraft, and items used by famous pilots and astronauts throughout flight history.

Tourists from all countries could visit, but photography was prohibited.

Luke felt that his trip was already worthwhile just by visiting the National Air and Space Museum.

After visiting the National Air and Space Museum, the little chubby boy was still eager to tour the National Museum of Natural History, but it was getting late, so they decided to wait until the day after tomorrow.

...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Luke returned to the hotel first, waiting at the doorstep.

Around five ten, a bus stopped at the entrance, and passengers started to disembark.

An Asian middle-aged man dressed in casual clothes stepped off the bus, standing around six feet tall, slightly thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Luke quickly went up to greet him, "Uncle."

"Luke."

The two hugged briefly.

"Let me take your luggage." Luke took the man's suitcase.

"We last saw each other during the New Year, right?"

"Yes."

Li Zhaonian sized up Luke, "You've become much more composed since the last time we met."

"I was young and ignorant before, causing you all lots of worry. I've already booked a hotel room for you." Luke led his uncle into the hotel.

The day before yesterday, after contacting his father Li Zhaofeng, Luke felt somewhat uneasy.

Luke had then called his grandfather to send regards, informing the old man of his upcoming award ceremony in Washington D.C.

The old man was pleased and had Uncle Li Zhaonian represent the family at the award ceremony in Washington D.C.

Luke had reserved four hotel rooms, one of which was for his Uncle Li Zhaonian.

Luke asked with concern, "How is my father's health?"

"He's much better now, there's no need for you to worry."

"I was thinking after finishing up here in Washington, I'd go to New York to see him."

"No need, he doesn't want Jack to know about this. Anyway, Christmas is soon, so you brothers can go to New York together, your dad will be in better shape by then and can enjoy some good time with you."

Luke nodded, "I was afraid Jack would find out about this, so I didn't ask him to come and pick you up."

"We're all family, no need to be formal with me. Hasn't the little chubby kid been yelling about losing weight? Did he slim down?"

Luke laughed, "You'll see for yourself in a bit."

Luke took his uncle to his hotel room, set down the suitcase, and then they went to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

Li Zhaonian was acquainted with Robert and Val. Although Luke's parents were divorced, the relationship between the two sides was still quite amicable.

The little chubby kid was delighted to see Li Zhaonian and clung to him, demanding a red envelope and asking why his own dad didn't come?

Li Zhaonian could only cover up by saying Li Zhaofeng was busy with work.

The little chubby kid looked somewhat discontent until he got a red envelope and finally cracked a smile.

At the dinner table, Li Zhaonian drank quite a bit, frequently toasting Robert, Linda, and Val.

Calling each "sister-in-law," regardless of how genuine it was, the surface relationship was well maintained.

For a family without much interaction due to divorce, this was already enough.

Even if not for his brother's sake, Li Zhaonian had to consider the faces of his two nephews.

After dinner, having had quite a bit to drink, Li Zhaonian was escorted back to his hotel room by Luke, who chatted with him for a while before returning to his own room.

Tomorrow was the day of the award ceremony, which would be broadcast nationwide. No, it should be said it could be watched all around the world.

Based simply on his reputation for taking down the Las Vegas shooter, Luke was set to draw considerable attention.

Previously known mainly in Los Angeles and Las Vegas, he might attract worldwide attention after tomorrow.

Of course, this attention didn't mean all people but those in the same industry or those interested in similar news.

"Buzz." Luke's phone vibrated, a text message from Orty.

She had found out Laura's identity.

Seeing the detailed content of the message, Luke smiled.

Perhaps he had been overly concerned; Laura's identity shouldn't pose a threat to him, insignificant.

Luke replied, "Thanks, beautiful. Hard work."

"Good luck tomorrow, 'big hero'."

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