In the New York Continental Hotel, Winston finished going through the video which Charon had brought him. After a long moment, he said, "Keep an eye on Santino's movements. Let me know as soon as he leaves the hotel."

Charon said, "Yes, sir."

After that, he didn't leave. After a brief hesitation, he asked softly, "Is it… alright for us to intervene?"

Winston took a sip of his black tea. "Santino is staying at my hotel. Can I stay out of it?"

Charon said, "If he becomes the head of the family, Mr. Wick…"

Winston thought for a moment, then shook his head with a low laugh. "A few days ago, Gianna was going to become the head of the family. Isn't she now lying in a funeral home?"

Charon: "What do you mean?"

Winston took another sip of his black tea. "Nothing. Santino wants to tell me what to do; we'll revisit that only after he becomes one of the twelve. Now, he's just the young master of the Camorra family."

Charon didn't say anything else and quickly left.

When the room fell silent once more, Winston picked up the tablet again and looked at John, who was slaughtering people like dogs. His eyes flickered. "Jonathan, you really are a genius. You were born for this."

…

The weather was good the next day.

All was calm in New York.

NYPD had made a big move last night, but hadn't found anything.

The official conclusion was that there had been a gang fight in Harlem, but the police had reacted quickly and the gang members fled. There were no casualties at the scene. Citizens could rest assured; NYPD was confident they could protect everyone's personal property.

Luke and Selina could only smile at that.

Everything was fine. Thanks to the hard work of the NYPD big shots, there was no new pressure on the police department.

Luke went to the police department on his own today before he left for his place in Clinton.

Selina didn't go out in the morning, and went shopping with Gold Nugget in the afternoon.

This was Luke's new assignment for her, for the two of them to move independently until it became a regular thing.

When Luke returned at noon, he dropped in on the law firm.

He happened to see Matt take a bus and leave.

When he reached the office and closed the door, he asked Foggy, "What's wrong with Matt? He looks like he's in a rush."

Foggy pushed the files on his desk away and gave a long sigh. He looked in Karen's direction outside the office and said, "It's nothing. He has a personal matter to deal with."

Luke's Mental Communication was maturing day by day, and he asked casually, "What? Someone's fighting with Karen over Matt?"

Foggy looked at him in surprise. "How did you know?"

Luke chuckled. "That's because you looked at Karen the moment you spoke, so I guessed it was a relationship thing."

Foggy shook his head with a bitter smile. "In any case, it's a little troublesome. The woman is an old acquaintance of Matt's. I can't say anything."

Luke nodded. "True. You also have an old acquaintance like that; you definitely understand Matt's predicament."

Foggy was truly horrified this time. "Sh*t! You investigated me?"

Luke curled his lip. "You're overthinking it. Otherwise, how can you explain the smell of perfume on your clothes, unless you have a special hobby? This perfume isn't cheap. A lot of career women like this one. Let me guess, she should be around your age, or even slightly older, and she's the one who took the initiative."

Foggy trembled and looked like he was about to curl into a ball in his chair. "Are you a demon?"

Luke said, "So, it's best to take a shower and change your clothes after you're out fooling around, or you might draw unwanted attention. Hm, forget it. In any case, you only have this one 'good' female friend. There's no way you can be like Matt and 'two-time' someone."

Foggy couldn't look at him anymore. You can even guess the number?

He didn't really think that Luke had privately investigated him; there was no need to.

Conversely, he had asked around about Luke and Selina. They had a good reputation in the police department and were good at cracking cases.

Foggy had indeed gotten involved with his ex-girlfriend last night, and had come straight to work in the morning.

He could smell his ex-girlfriend's perfume on his clothes.

It wasn't hard to guess the truth, but most people wouldn't dwell on it.

After joking around, they finally got down to business.

The first matter had to do with Matt's ex, who was a rich lady who had not long ago written them a huge check for Matt to handle a case for her.

But thanks to the charity fund which Luke had set up, the law firm had money coming in every month. While they couldn't be considered wealthy, the three of them wouldn't starve at least.

Matt had very adamantly returned the check. Naturally, Foggy didn't know what Matt's ex had wanted.

Secondly, the new real estate developer in the Clinton area had finished buying up most of the houses and the residents had relocated, while the construction team had already set up camp.

Luke found that odd. "Why is the construction team going in?"

Foggy scratched his head. "I think there's something strange about it too. There are a dozen more families they still have to finish negotiations with. They can't tear down the building directly, but they also can't refurbish or whatever and then rent it out. There's no way they can raise the rent either; the only thing they can push for is reconstruction. The construction team did go in and there's activity every day, but nobody has seen what they're doing."

Luke nodded. "I'll have my colleagues check the files at the Department of Housing and see what this construction project is about."

Foggy was relieved; he had the same idea.

Their suspicions had to be confirmed first. The construction team had sealed off the construction site, which could only be entered through one door.

Foggy couldn't sneak in and take a look even if he wanted to.

He had wanted to discuss it with Matt, but Matt had been preoccupied with his ex-girlfriend lately, and the atmosphere in the office was strange with Karen. He hadn't had the chance to say anything.

Foggy could only look for Luke.

After that, Luke got up and left.

When he went downstairs, he couldn't help but mumble to himself, No wonder the lawyer has been so angry recently. So it's between his ex-girlfriend and his current girlfriend… hehehe!

Thinking that, Luke didn't dwell on it.

When it came to matters of the heart, even the best friend shouldn't get involved.

Although he had a better impression of Karen, who on earth knew what Matt was thinking?

In any case, Matt wasn't married.

After Luke returned home, he got dinner cooking in the smart kitchenware before he went back to work in the basement.

The Thousand Faces System was still missing the torso. Given his slight OCD, he still wanted to make it.

It didn't need to be perfect, but the basic functions had to be realized.

Compared with the mask, the torso of the Thousand Faces System required more skill.

No matter how the face was modified, it only required very minute adjustments, but a body's distinctive characteristics had to be transformed, including the most troublesome thing, which was its height.

Shrinking a body down was very hard, but making a body taller was no mean feat either.

Purely padding the bottom of the feet or making the armor longer would still be very easily exposed with the rapid progress in technology.