Deacon Frost's rage was within Mike's expectations. To find Mike, Deacon might go to the Banks family. The probability was low, but it existed. So Mike left a clue for Deacon.
Lust blinds the mind?
That doesn't exist.
Killing the bartender wasn't to silence him. The bartender had a Ghoul Clan tattoo on his tiger's mouth. Mike simply felt that the Ghoul Clan didn't deserve to live in this World. Usually, Mike was too lazy to care, but when he encountered them, killing one was one less, just like doing a good deed.
Coulson reported Mike's actions to Fury, including Mike's attitude towards S.H.I.E.L.D..
Fury looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and said with emotion, "The snowflake finally falls on the mud, but when it falls, it is pure and flawless."
Coulson: ...
What does that mean?
Nonsense!
Three days passed without a new commission, and Mike resumed his daily life as a playboy.
Around four in the afternoon, Mike went downstairs with a beautiful woman of Latin charm.
Have you ever experienced integrating Latin dance moves into the art of marital bliss?
Mike sighed, "They really know how to have fun in the city."
He almost couldn't get out of bed.
Chloe was leaning on the counter, biting her pen, muttering, "It's too hard, it's really too hard..."
Mike glanced at it, single-digit multiplication and division...
Heh heh, a little academic slacker.
A sense of inner satisfaction arose spontaneously.
Old Earl understood Mike's mental activity and rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.
Mike, with his thick skin, ignored it directly.
"Bye bye, my darling."
Mike saw the Latin beauty to the door and into a taxi. The Latin beauty was reluctant to part, blew a kiss, and then pointed at her phone, reminding Mike to contact her.
Mike returned to the room.
Old Earl gave Mike a thumbs up, "You have half the demeanor I had when I was young."
Mike humbly said, "When it comes to shamelessness, you are truly a senior."
The two chatted for a while.
The pen was bitten to pieces by Chloe, and Mike couldn't stand it anymore. He said to Old Earl, "Aren't you going to tutor her?"
Old Earl, for once, said shyly, "Third-grade multiplication and division are too hard!"
Mike almost spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
W.T.F!
Is single-digit multiplication and division a third-grade curriculum?
Too hard?
Old Earl then loudly said, "Little Chloe has just fallen too far behind in her studies, but I believe Little Chloe can definitely do it!"
Chloe puffed out her cheeks and clenched her fists, cheering herself on, like a cute little hamster.
In 1989, the U.S. National Council of Teachers of Mathematics abolished all parts of mathematics that required memorization, and the multiplication table was the first to take a hit.
Without the multiplication table, U.S. elementary school slackers claimed that multiplication was too abstract.
After doing homework for a while, Chloe conscientiously went to wipe the floor. If all employees were so diligent, why would the boss worry about not getting rich?
Fat Jerry called.
"Hello, speak quickly if you have something to say, fart quickly if you have something to fart, I'm busy."
Busy basking in the Sun!
Fat Jerry's tone was very serious, "The Vampires are looking for you like crazy, what did you do to them!"
"I killed a Vampire who claimed to be Deacon Frost's girlfriend. And I took down a Vampire factory in Hell's Kitchen," Mike answered casually, "That's it."
"Frost is a madman among Vampires, you've stirred up a big mess. There's a ten thousand U.S. dollar bounty for valuable information, and a hundred thousand U.S. dollar bounty for your hiding place. The bounty hunters' eyes have turned green, you're finished," Fat Jerry gloated.
"You wouldn't have sold me out, would you?" Mike asked.
"How could I!"
Fat Jerry was furious, slapping the table loudly, "You are insulting my character, apologize, you must apologize!"
"Sorry."
Mike said bluntly, "I shouldn't have insulted something you don't have, I was wrong, I apologize!"
"Uh... it feels a bit weird."
"Don't mind those details."
As he spoke, an idea was born in Mike's mind, and then it became uncontrollable. He thought for a moment and said, "If they keep looking like this, I'll be exposed sooner or later. Fat Jerry... I say, can we earn this money ourselves?"
Fat Jerry was stunned for a moment, then loudly said, "Mike! Damn, you're really a madman... and a genius, that's brilliant! We can find a few people to provide valuable clues and make a small fortune."
Mike continued, "And then sell my hiding place, and a hundred thousand dollars will be mine!"
Fat Jerry was stunned again, "Wouldn't that be very dangerous? Don't play yourself out..."
Mike patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, I'm confident."
Fat Jerry said solemnly, "As disgusting as they are, Vampires have indeed managed to thrive to this day, they're not to be underestimated."
Mike: "I know my limits. If I can't handle it, I'll just leave the city and hide for a while."
"Alright."
The two discussed the plan, which Fat Jerry would implement, and the money earned would be split fifty-fifty.
Finally, Fat Jerry sent a picture to Mike.
"What's this?"
"Your wanted portrait."
Mike almost choked. This portrait perfectly avoided Mike's features and looked nothing like Mike himself.
Mike had reason to suspect that Sansa was face-blind.
He retracted the phrase "I'll be exposed sooner or later."
Not long after, the Vampires received several valuable clues. Combining all the clues, Mike's identity was almost revealed, just one step away.
After some more time, someone provided information: "I personally saw the person in the portrait hiding in a certain warehouse."
After paying a hundred thousand dollars, an address and several candid photos (actually staged) were placed on Deacon Frost's desk.
"I'll immediately bring this scoundrel back," Quinn, one of Deacon's subordinates, said with a ferocious expression.
"No, I'll lead the team myself."
Deacon's eyes were gloomy. Quinn, who understood Deacon, quickly swallowed words like "Why?" and "No need, just leave it to me."
Quinn was crazy and reckless, and his combat power was mediocre. He became Deacon's confidant by relying on his survival instinct and ability to read people.
The clear difference between Deacon leading and Quinn leading was the number of subordinates dispatched—five cars and three vans, moving majestically towards Hell's Kitchen.
The reason Deacon changed his mind was due to the power struggle within the Vampires.
The Vampires in New York had two major factions: the Blood Clan Kingdom and the Blood Clan Council.
The Blood Clan Kingdom was ruled by the Vampire Grand Duke Makinos family. The current leader was Earle Makinos. Considering the long lifespan of Vampires, Earle would continue to lead the Blood Clan Kingdom for a long time if there were no accidents.
The highest body of the Blood Clan Council was the Council, with Gao Tiannu as the Chairman and several Elders, all pure-blood Vampires.
Deacon Frost belonged to the Blood Clan Council, equivalent to the Council's White Shadow. He was capable and ambitious, but unfortunately, Frost was not a pure-blood Vampire. No matter how outstanding he was, the Council could never make a place for him.
The Council demanded low-key behavior and strict adherence to rules.
Deacon Frost's ideas were radical, which happened to cater to the delusions of many Vampires. His power grew day by day, and he was gradually hollowing out the Council's authority.
However, the exposure of the Blood Clan factory led to an insufficient blood supply, which gave the Council an excuse to make trouble, putting Deacon Frost in a passive position. Therefore, Deacon decided to "condescend" and personally tear apart the instigator.
Mike gave Old Earle three days of paid leave, put large and small bags into the trunk, and drove away alone.
His back looked a bit desolate—from Old Earle's perspective.
"I can't help much. If I were twenty years younger... it still wouldn't be of any use," Old Earle was a bit frustrated.
Ordinary people couldn't get involved in Mike's World, and it had nothing to do with age.
In fact, the bag contained a complete hot pot set, bowls, chopsticks, and various seasonings.
Passing by the fresh food supermarket, Mike also bought beef tenderloin, veal steaks, and various vegetables...
It was a pity that U.S. people didn't eat offal, so he couldn't buy beef tripe and omasum.
When Blade found Mike, Mike was scrolling on his phone while scooping beef slices from the hot, spicy red soup base and stuffing them into his mouth, making a "hiss-ha" sound from the spiciness.
Blade looked bewildered. What was going on?