Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

194: This kidThe interior of the manor was more heavily guarded and luxurious than expected.

The motorcade drove across a meticulously manicured lawn, eventually stopping in front of the main building of a classical-style villa.

Rather than a home, this place felt more like a heavily guarded fortress.

The air was thick with the scent of old oak mixed with faint cigar smoke, an atmosphere saturated with the essence of age and power.

The old butler respectfully opened the car door for Zhang Ze.

”Mr. Zhang, the master is waiting for you in his study.”

”Your two friends may rest briefly in the side parlor.”

An Yang and Chen Hu instantly tensed up.

Separating was a major taboo.

”They will come with me.”

The smile on the old butler’s face stiffened for a moment. He glanced at Zhang Ze’s deep, unfathomable eyes, and finally offered a slight bow.

”As you wish.”

Passing through a corridor lined with classical oil paintings, the three eventually stopped before a heavy mahogany door.

The old butler knocked lightly three times.

”Sir, Mr. Zhang has arrived.”

”Let him in.”

The old butler pushed open the door and gestured for Zhang Ze to enter, but he did not follow. Instead, he stood guard outside, along with the dozen or so men in black suits.

An Yang and Chen Hu followed closely behind Zhang Ze, one on his left and one on his right, as they entered the legendary Godfather’s study.

The study was vast. The main lights were off, and only a floor lamp emitted a dim, yellow glow.

A burly, middle-aged man in a silk dressing gown, his hair slightly gray, stood with his back to them before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window. He held a glass of red wine, gazing down at the myriad lights of Beverly Hills.

He did not turn. The only sound in the entire room was the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace.

Silence.

This was a silent display of intimidation.

An Yang felt his breathing constrict, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He had witnessed countless major events and faced barrages of gunfire, but he had never felt such pure, unadulterated oppression radiating from the apex of power.

Chen Hu was ready to handle any sudden emergency.

Only Zhang Ze remained completely at ease.

As if oblivious to the pressure, he walked directly to the reception area in the center of the study, pulled out a leather sofa, and sat down casually, even crossing one leg over the other.

”Mr. Lowell’s way of hosting guests is certainly unique.”

Zhang Ze’s voice broke the silence, carrying a subtle hint of mockery.

The figure by the window finally turned around slowly.

It was a face weathered by time, yet still sharply defined: an aquiline nose, deep-set sockets, and a pair of gray-blue eyes.

He was Lowell.

The Emperor of the USA’s underground world.

”Young men who come from the Dragon Country are quite bold.”

”However, sometimes, excessive boldness is not a good thing.”

Zhang Ze smiled, leaning back into the soft sofa, his posture languid.

”If I weren’t bold, how would I dare come to Los Angeles, the ’City of Angels’?”

Interesting.

This is Sera’s father?

Lowell’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had met countless people—politicians, wealthy businessmen, warlords... few young men could appear so composed in his presence.

The man before him was either a fool whose recklessness stemmed from ignorance, or... a powerful figure holding an absolute trump card.

Judging by the intelligence the butler reported, he could not be the former.

”My subordinates discovered that the aircraft you traveled on belongs to the Dragon Country military.”

Lowell drained the red wine in his glass, then placed the empty glass heavily on the table, resulting in a dull thud.

”Therefore, Mr. Zhang, you are not here as a tourist.”

”Tell me, what exactly did you come to Los Angeles for?”

He leaned forward, placing his crossed hands on the table.

The true confrontation had begun!

Zhang Ze, however, still wore that playful smile. He did not answer directly, but instead countered with a question:

”Did Mr. Lowell mobilize such a large operation, even utilizing internal air traffic control connections to screen my information, simply because I am Sera’s boyfriend?”

Just then—

”Dad? Zhang?”

A surprised and uncertain female voice drifted in from the doorway.

The study door had been pushed open a crack at some unknown point.

Sera was wearing cute pink loungewear, her long blonde hair draped loosely over her shoulders. She was holding a plate of freshly cut fruit and staring at the scene in the room with an expression of utter disbelief.

Her gaze moved back and forth between her stern father and the man sitting on the sofa, confronting her father across the table.

Her mind instantly crashed.

What... what is going on here?

Zhang Ze?

How could he be here?

Shouldn’t he be back in the Dragon Country, livestreaming and messing around with his fans?

How could he appear in her Los Angeles home? And in her father’s study, no less?

Furthermore... upon seeing Sera, Zhang Ze adopted the gentle, doting smile she was familiar with.

He stood up and walked toward her.

”What brings you here?”

He naturally took the fruit plate from her hands, placed it casually on the nearby coffee table, then reached out and habitually pinched her cheek.

”It’s so late, and you’re still awake?”

This intimate and natural gesture stunned everyone present.

An Yang and Chen Hu: ... Big Brother is incredible! What a god-tier change of scene!

Lowell: ... He watched his daughter’s expression shift from shock to shyness and delight, then looked at Zhang Ze’s completely natural demeanor, as if he were in his own home. A look of extreme complexity flashed through his sharp eyes.

This brat...