A silence hung on the other end of the phone with Benjamin White, then suddenly, a cold voice rang out: "Junior sister, I'm getting on a plane to Brooksdale immediately. Remember, don't have any more contact with this person—he's extremely dangerous! Also, you all need to stop working on David Johnson's case. I'll send someone to handle it specially."
"Senior, but your mission..."
"No mission in my hands is more important than dealing with this guy. I want to see what kind of monster this David Johnson really is!"
...
Central Plaza in Brooksdale.
I had already destroyed the blood-stained clothes I was wearing and, in a white shirt, returned to the Armani store once more.
The store manager recognized me immediately and ran over with a broad smile: "Mr. Johnson, are you here to purchase clothes?"
I nodded, casually selecting two sets of clothes.
"Wrap them up for me."
"Certainly, Mr. Johnson. Please hold on a moment."
Before long, I stepped out of the Armani store.
