Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1366 - 408: [Reckless Little Girl]

Chapter 408: "The Oblivious Little Girl"

In fact, after Chen Yan left, Frank immediately got up from the ground, walked to the door, and carefully checked the lock.

Then, he quickly dashed into his bedroom and returned to the living room with a handgun in his hand.

As a small athletic star worth quite a bit, he certainly owned a gun.

With the gun in hand, Frank felt a bit more at ease and secure.

However, as he picked up his phone to dial the police, the three-digit number, 911 — after pressing two of the digits, he suddenly put down the phone.

In fact, he was graduating high school this year, preparing to enter college.

Top American football schools, such as the University of Texas and the University of Florida, had shown interest in him and both had a chance to admit him.

At this point, he really didn’t want to get himself into any trouble!

If he got involved with some gun-wielding Asian gangsters, certain media journalists would swarm him!

If any news broke out, these two prestigious schools might decide he was trouble, a maverick...

In a word, Frank was outstanding, but not outstanding enough.

He wasn’t famous like LeBron James, known across America.

He was just a local high school star, facing those football powerhouses, it’s them choosing him, not him choosing them.

No top school would be thrilled to admit a student with ties to armed gang members! Unless that student was incredibly talented.

Moreover... he really didn’t want any trouble! The incident of being held at gunpoint was the first of his life.

What good would calling the police do? What if the police didn’t catch them or if they came back for revenge?

He had a promising future, no need to court trouble.

Just like what the Asian told him: This matter wasn’t his issue.

"Dammit! What mess has Murray gotten himself into! I can’t hang out with that guy anymore!"

Frank put away his phone.

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Chen Yan drove considerably fast and had good fortune along the way, encountering no patrol officers.

Also, unlike Dragon Country, the American police didn’t have surveillance cameras throughout the streets and alleys with their "SkyNet".

Within twenty minutes, Chen Yan had reached the address Frank provided.

But before arriving at the destination, Chen Yan stopped the car midway.

Then, he took out a spare phone card, inserted it into his mobile, and made a call.

The call was to a Chinese restaurant.

The phone was answered by Uncle Wu’s voice.

"Hello, XX Chinese Res—"

"Your daughter is in trouble, the address is..."

Chen Yan reported the address, stating each word clearly, then hung up.

Of course, when making the call, he deliberately pinched his voice.

Though he couldn’t use the Transformation Technique, couldn’t change his vocal cords, his robust physique allowed him excellent muscle control, and by slightly manipulating his throat muscles, he could significantly alter his voice.

After hanging up, Chen Yan drove to the address.

It was a rather upscale neighborhood.

The houses by the roadside were noticeably different from those in poorer areas in architectural style.

Privacy was prioritized first; the residences were surrounded by walls.

Chen Yan noticed surveillance cameras at the street corner — a rare sight in the States, more common in affluent areas.

Upon this discovery, Chen Yan deliberately parked his car a little further away, then changed into a hooded jacket inside the vehicle, quickly putting on the hood before getting out.

With hands in pockets, he briskly walked towards the house at the address.

It was a two-story villa.

Outside were fenced walls, with trees planted.

Chen Yan jumped to take a glimpse of the inside of the walls.

There was a swimming pool and a lawn.

On the inner road, three cars were parked.

One of them was a blue BMW.

Sounds could be heard from inside the house, music and voices.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor, people could be seen dancing to the music, swaying bodies.

Chen Yan climbed over the wall and then got up onto a tree, hiding behind the canopy, quietly watching the villa’s first-floor hall.

He saw Angie.

Angie was sitting on a couch a few steps away from the window.

The expression on the little girl’s face was somewhat stiff, a bit tense, but showed some curiosity.

There were men and women in the room, some men were bare-armed with tattoos, even tattoos on their necks.

Angie seemed alright, her clothes were intact, just looking a bit daft...

She didn’t appear to be afraid, merely tense, but more excited and curious.

"Fool." Chen Yan muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

He saw the wealthy kid Murray.

What surprised him was that Murray wasn’t the host here.

For it was clearly Murray who was nodding and bowing to another man in the hall, showing a very humble demeanor.

Like... flattering the other person.

The man Murray was flattering wasn’t much older, slender, wearing expensive-looking silk pajamas.

Pale-faced, with swollen eye bags, the look of someone drained by indulgence in wine and women.

Clearly, this man in pajamas was the owner of the villa.

This clarified the doubts in Chen Yan’s mind.