Chapter 38
Alex's underground base was brightly lit. The high-tech items in the glass display cases had a unique, cold beauty under the white lights.
Several days had passed. In the underground base, Alex had carved out a dedicated training area. It was fully equipped with various exercise machines, heavy bags, plum blossom posts, and weighted weapons including knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, whips, hammers, staffs, clubs, and pikes. There were also strength-training devices that exceeded normal human limits. He had been spending most of his time here, practicing control over his magnetic-field telekinesis in coordination with his physical strength. He had developed all kinds of miraculous techniques, endlessly creative and reaching an almost divine level.
At the same time, he had been waiting in the base for the information from Jack.
Alex intended to support Jack in becoming the ruler of the Lower District, stabilize the area's power structure, and turn the Lower District into a reliable source of steady income for himself.
However, over the past few days, Alex had learned a rather strange piece of information from his adoptive father, Bert.
"Al Swan has been transferred to the Lower District. Alex, that kick of yours was too harsh. You directly kicked a deputy inspector with unlimited potential into a place like the Lower District."
"What happened?"
Alex frowned. Honestly, he hadn't expected to be able to kick Al Swan out of headquarters so easily. Even with the credit-stealing incident that allowed Multiple to escape, followed by the subsequent high-level pressure against him, it shouldn't have resulted in Al Swan being sent to the chaotic Lower District.
Even if he had to be transferred out of headquarters, given Al Swan's status and the Swan family's influence, it would have been normal to send him to the Upper District — the best environment, filled with wealthy elites. If not the Upper District, then the more relaxed Barton District or Northwest District would also have been acceptable. There was no reason to send a deputy inspector with background and connections to the chaotic Lower District.
"He requested the transfer himself."
Alex's mind flashed with understanding. What does Al Swan want to do in the Lower District? Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to volunteer for a place everyone avoided.
If Al Swan had no ulterior motives, Alex would never believe it.
The Swan family's position in Central City's upper society wasn't particularly high — they were more like a mid-tier family in the upper class. Only in recent years, after surviving the internet downturn, had they begun to ride the wave of the new internet era and rise rapidly. They had hopes of entering the true upper echelon of Central City.
At this critical moment, having a family member like Al Swan with poor conduct had already brought shame to the Swan family. Would they really want to get involved in the dark forces of the Lower District's underworld?
In the eyes of upper society, the gangs and black forces in the Lower District were nothing more than dirty street thugs, unworthy of their attention.
Had the Swan family gone mad? Sending Al Swan to meddle in such underworld forces would be equivalent to throwing away all their long-standing efforts to become a true upper-class family.
Alex was puzzled.
He had also considered that Al Swan might cooperate with others, but there was no need. The Swan family was far superior to the gutter gangs of the Lower District. There was no reason for them to lower themselves and cooperate with such people.
But what Alex hadn't expected was the depth of Al Swan's hatred toward him. That one kick had shattered his proud self-esteem. He could no longer face any gaze in the police department, and even his family had expressed dissatisfaction and given up on supporting him. All of this had caused him unbearable inner torment. He wanted nothing more than to kill Alex. Even cooperating with former enemies he once despised, Al Swan had no complaints.
"Understood."
Of course Alex knew that Bert's call was not just to inform him about Al Swan's transfer — it was also a reminder. There might be retaliation from the Swan family. But Alex had never planned to stay in the police force long-term. No one in the department could touch him if he didn't want to be touched.
Just as Alex was about to hang up, Bert reminded him that Thanksgiving was approaching.
Only then did Alex realize — Bert's call wasn't just about Al Swan. It was to tell him to wrap up his affairs and come home for the family gathering.
Thanksgiving at Alex's house had always been non-negotiable — he was not allowed to miss it.
"Then I need to speed things up."
Alex thought to himself. He might as well resolve the Lower District situation before Thanksgiving.
He hung up on Bert and continued studying the map of the Lower District on his computer, along with the information Jack had sent about the territories controlled by the gangs, the areas involving firearms or drugs, and even the specific sources in the Golden Triangle — everything was crystal clear.
This was completely unlike Jack's style. How could Jack provide such detailed information? It even included notes on key points, plans to eliminate gang leaders, who to replace them with, and strategies to take control of the Lower District as quickly as possible.
This was the work of a true management talent — someone who could at least be a president-level executive in a large company.
How could someone with this level of ability become a subordinate to a useless gang boss who only wanted to play hip-hop?
This was very strange.
Alex called directly to ask. The person who compiled this information was far too capable. At least Alex believed it couldn't have been done by one of Jack's subordinates.
"Yes, boss. Ah Hu is really amazing! He was the one who took down the Blood Angels before. What's wrong, boss? Is there a problem?"
Alex's head filled with question marks. Jack's subordinate is this capable? He's doing everything for Jack.
Why is my subordinate Jack, that useless trash?
He even chased away my Number One and Number Two undercovers and broke their legs.
"No problem?"
"What problem?"
"How did you get such a subordinate?"
"Oh, uh, well… One day! I was at the beach looking at girls… yo yo… I saw him covered in… wounds, wounds, wounds, bleeding all over… yo, so I saved him and brought him home… hehe… and then he started following me… he kept following me… yo yo yo"
"Speak normally. Didn't you ask about his background?"
"No, why? Is there a problem?"
"…"
"But Ah Hu is really good at fighting. One punch per person, he can take down twenty or thirty guys. He says he's a martial artist who has traveled the world and sparred with all kinds of top experts. He brags that he's one of the best martial artists in the world.
But I still feel like you're more impressive, boss. Ah Hu doesn't have your attractiveness with women."
"What's his full name!"
"Ah Hu!"
"Full name."
"I don't know."
"Ah Hu, what's your name?"
One can imagine that on the other end, Jack had already turned his head and started asking Ah Hu his name.
Alex also heard a deep, solid voice come through.
"Copper Tiger."
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