Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1443 - 1442:

Lin Fan was driving, on his way to meet Morgan Smith, but was stopped by a white traffic cop.

"Hello." Lin Fan greeted in standard London-accented English.

The white traffic cop glanced at him and said, "Your English is good, you’re the best Asian speaker of the London accent I’ve seen, are you an immigrant?"

Lin Fan replied, "No, I’m just a tourist."

The white traffic cop said, "Let me see your driver’s license and passport."

Lin Fan fully cooperated with the request and showed his driver’s license and passport to the cop.

"Where did this car come from?" The white traffic cop, after checking the documents without finding issues, asked Lin Fan.

Lin Fan replied, "A friend’s loan."

The cop asked, "Where are you headed so late?"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Played all day, heading back to my friend’s place."

If Lin Fan were white, the cop might have let him go without further questioning, but Lin Fan was Asian, which inexplicably made the white cop fuss more.

The white traffic cop poked around, glanced at Lin Fan’s car compartment, and asked, "Are you alone?"

Lin Fan said, "Yes."

"Open the trunk for me, routine check," the white traffic cop said.

Lin Fan said, "Sir, is there a problem?"

Suddenly impatient, the white cop said, "I told you to open it; stop wasting time!"

Rick was lying in Lin Fan’s trunk, and if the cop found Rick, Lin Fan would never be able to clear himself, no matter how he explained it.

Even if eventually explained away, London police were unlikely to let Lin Fan off the hook, because this time Lin Fan was dealing with the Smith Clan.

Lin Fan was not in Huaxia now, but in the United Kingdom, where the Smith family is one of London’s most powerful nobility, and once the police got involved, there could be a lot of unexplainable troubles.

In fact, since Lin Fan arrived in London, investigating Li Zixia’s disappearance from the start, he never thought about seeking help from London police; if he relied on them, Li Zixia might already be dead.

Firstly, Li Zixia was Asian; when an Asian girl is kidnapped in London, it’s hard to expect city police to diligently investigate; secondly, even if London police exerted effort, given the complexity of Li Zixia’s case, they might need more time to link it to the Earth Wolf Gang, and it would be too late by then.

Relying on others wasn’t as good as relying on oneself.

Lin Fan had reported it before; after capturing trafficker Lizt, Lin Fan reported to the police, turning Lizt in and rescuing two captive girls, but the aftermath was something Lin Fan didn’t have time for, and he didn’t know how London police handled it.

Coming back to the present, Lin Fan was caught in a dilemma; if he didn’t open the trunk, the white traffic cop would surely become suspicious, leading to events reminiscent of an English-American drama, with the white cop pulling out a gun, demanding Lin Fan to get out of the car.

However, if Lin Fan opened the trunk and the cop saw Rick, he might be even more shocked, and Lin Fan wouldn’t be able to escape arrest.

Alternatively, Lin Fan could choose to drive away from the scene now; given Lin Fan’s driving skills, shaking off this cop wasn’t too difficult, but then Lin Fan would become a wanted fugitive.

In the shoes of someone else, they might take the risk and flee.

Luckily, Lin Fan had a choice.

If at this moment, the white traffic cop happened to have something urgent requiring his departure, what’s the probability?

Perhaps initially, this probability wasn’t high.

But with top-tier Koi Carp Luck, things changed.

Lin Fan silently recited in his heart, top-tier Koi Carp Luck, activate!

The white traffic cop, about to head to the trunk, suddenly had his radio beep, someone was calling him.

The white traffic cop answered the radio, "Alright, I’ll be right there!"

He didn’t even bother with Lin Fan anymore, turned around and quickly got onto his motorcycle and left.

He initially had a mentality of nitpicking, deliberately causing trouble for Lin Fan, without genuine suspicion; so once something else arose, he didn’t want to bother Lin Fan anymore.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief and promptly drove away.

At this moment, Rick had already awoken in the trunk; he even heard the conversation between Lin Fan and the cop, desperately attempting to make noise to alert the cop.

If the cop had moved a few steps closer to the trunk, he might have noticed.

Lucky, truly lucky.

Rick noticed Lin Fan was driving away and fell into despair.

At a dock in London.

There’s an old warehouse, usually not crowded, especially in the evenings after dockworkers finish for the day, it becomes quieter.

Lin Fan parked the car in a dark corner, got out of the car, and approached the trunk, opening it to see Rick struggling, upon seeing Lin Fan, Rick’s eyes showed helplessness and fear.

Lin Fan lifted him up and said, "We’re here, make the call, if he doesn’t come or gets suspicious, tonight this will be your grave."

Lin Fan handed the phone to Rick.

Rick said, "You will kill me no matter what, won’t you?"

Lin Fan said, "No, I won’t kill you, as long as you do as I say."

Rick said, "How can I believe you?"

Lin Fan said, "I don’t think you have a choice but to believe me; you can only trust me."

Rick knew Lin Fan was right; he truly had no other option but to trust Lin Fan.

He had to take the phone and call Morgan Smith.

An hour later.

A car arrived at the dock’s warehouse.

A young white man stepped out of the car, around thirty, stocky, typical Western European features, with well-maintained skin.

Following him was a strong white man in a suit, very robust, standing next to him providing a sense of security.

The young white man walked towards a warehouse.

Arriving at the warehouse door, the young white man nodded at the strong man, who then went forward and opened the warehouse door.

Once it opened, light from the warehouse was visible.

The young white man stepped inside first.

There, on the warehouse floor, knelt someone, utterly desperate, with a gun wound on the knee, unable to move, his face pale as snow, sweat pouring.

Rick!

"Mr. Smith!"

Seeing the young white man, Rick called out, his body shaking, tears flowing.

This young white man was a wealthy London figure, named Morgan Smith.

Seeing Rick’s condition, Morgan Smith instantly sensed trouble, his expression changed.

"What happened?" Morgan Smith asked calmly.

The strong man beside Morgan Smith instantly became vigilant, reaching for a gun at his waist, observing his surroundings cautiously.

It seemed like they had fallen into a trap; for a moment, everyone grew tense.

"Put the gun down."

Suddenly, a voice spoke.

Morgan Smith and the strong man looked around but saw no one.

Rick looked at Morgan Smith, "Mr. Smith, you’d better listen to him, put the gun down."