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Chapter 553: Suspect Man (First Update)_1

Chapter 553: Suspect Man (First Update)_1

Hearing Ren He’s refusal to join them for dinner, a flash of disappointment in Xia Yuting’s eyes appeared before she concealed it from everyone else.

After wiping his mouth, Ren He headed towards his suite. He was quite fond of the armchair beside the fireplace, where he could just sit and not think about anything, simply staying in and relaxing.

If Yang Xi was free, he could chat with her and share his experiences from the Netherlands.

Of course, Yang Xi wasn’t that free now... because this internet-addicted girl was playing Dota!

Xia Yuting watched Ren He’s retreating figure and turned to smile at Chen Da. "Mr. Chen, I suddenly feel a bit tired too. Let’s go for a meal another day, shall we?"

"Okay..." It was only then that Chen Da realized, Xia Yuting’s invitation was meant only for Ren He...

This realization was somewhat annoying to Chen Da; it seemed he was just being dragged along, but he wouldn’t say anything about it, just felt a bit annoyed...

As Ren He took the elevator back to his suite, he had just pressed for the third floor when, just as the doors were about to close, a white man hurriedly squeezed in, with a hint of panic in his expression.

The man’s clothing was somewhat worn, with signs of recent tears, and he hadn’t shaved for several days.

Ren He’s impression of the man was that he seemed... to be on the run?

Wasn’t it the same when he had to escape in New York? There is a big difference between growing a beard and not shaving for a few days; it’s quite apparent at first glance.

Ren He was curious, what had led this man to his current state?

The white man hesitated for a moment before asking, "Chinese?"

Ren He nodded and decided that if the white man said anything insulting about Chinese people, he would definitely punch him until he bled...

Back when he was studying abroad at Berkeley, he had felt how many white people were not very polite towards Chinese, or rather, towards Asians in general. If there were few Chinese in a class, there could even be exclusion.

This was also one of the reasons many international students couldn’t integrate into foreign circles.

This situation even led many students to be reluctant to check the Asian option on survey forms. Over there, being rich would be considered showing off, being poor would be looked down upon, in short, whatever you do would be wrong.

If you were to ask Ren He himself, screw the discrimination; what’s so great about being white?

At this moment, the white man beside him suddenly asked, "Is China really safe, with no wars, no people with guns, no foreign organizations causing trouble?"

Ren He was taken aback. This was an unusual question to ask; do normal people care about these things?

One would normally ask about food, culture, beautiful women, but who starts with questions about guns and foreign organizations causing trouble?

What one asks about reveals what they worry about most, and thus reflects the person’s current predicament, quite likely to be someone pursued by an armed organization?

This would also explain the clues on the man’s person.

"China is very safe. Apart from a few regions that are a bit chaotic, most others have so few crimes they’re scarce; oh, I’m comparing to other countries. Also, guns are banned in China. If a shot is fired in the city, the police arrive within 10 minutes, and haven’t foreign organizations always been scared to cause trouble in Russia and China?" said Ren He, shrugging his shoulders.

In recent years, as soon as the world crime rate rankings were published, it became clear which countries were safer.

The United States ranked 8th among the countries with the highest crime rates, while many well-known European countries made it into the top ten, with the much-admired Sweden surprisingly taking the 1st place.

China, on the other hand, was ranked 7th among the countries with the lowest crime rates.

After hearing Ren He’s words, a look of yearning appeared in the eyes of the Caucasian man, "It’s truly a magical country, I would really love to live there if I had the chance."

"Have you gotten yourself into some trouble?" Ren He asked, seemingly casual but with an underlying intent.

However, as soon as the subject was brought up, the Caucasian man immediately clammed up, offering only a stiff, polite smile to Ren He before falling silent.

At this moment, the elevator reached the third floor and, to Ren He’s surprise, the man exited the elevator with him and hurriedly ran to a suite, opened the door, and went inside.

Ren He was taken aback, realizing they were neighbors. No wonder the man hadn’t pressed for an additional floor; Ren He had thought the man was too panicked to remember.

Considering the man could afford a suite, he wasn’t poor. What kind of trouble had he gotten into that made him want to seek refuge in China?

Ren He didn’t intend to help the man flee to China. He didn’t even know who he was, so why offer unnecessary help?

If it were someone like Steve who could significantly boost his own capabilities, of course he would help, since they were friends and Steve had been a great help to him as well.

But regarding the man before him now, Ren He had no intention of getting involved.

Ren He sat on the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace, even moving it a bit further away from the heat as he relished the quiet atmosphere.

Indeed, what many men need most is not the affectionate company of a partner or drinking with buddies until dawn, but rather a quiet space to be alone.

At least that’s what Ren He believed. His greatest concern had always been losing his own pleasures and pursuits due to others, which is why Yang Xi’s independent nature matched his psychological needs perfectly. Of course, it was also because he deeply loved her; otherwise, even a great need wouldn’t matter.

He texted Yang Xi, but got no reply, which immediately told him she must be playing Dota...

Ren He didn’t mind and began to ponder the details of his trip to the Netherlands, checking for any oversights.

When he rented the suite, he had used a fake ID prepared by Steve, something even Chen Da and the others didn’t know about, nor was there a need for them to know.

Ren He had initially been concerned about details that might expose him prematurely. If he were exposed too soon, that would leave him in the open while his adversaries remained hidden.

For immigration, he used his real documents, but that wasn’t a worry for him. After all, even the CIA couldn’t do whatever they wanted in the Netherlands, could they?

This time both sides were playing away from home, and undoubtedly some interesting things would happen.

Ren He wondered if he should use this free time to improve his investigative skills to Master Level, giving himself an extra layer of assurance. Surely, the Divine Punishment System wouldn’t cause any more trouble at such a critical juncture, right?

Ugh, it’s really hard to say with that thing!