Chapter 309: A Majestic and Domineering Organization Name is Essential

"Today, the Central City Police Department successfully dismantled a large-scale gang crime network within the city known as the 'Cosastra Family.' It is understood that this gang is a branch of the Italian Mafia, and the family's main members once..."

Morning sunlight streamed into the rental room. The TV screen was broadcasting the morning news; the host's voice rose and fell, the positive content uplifting, making every resident of this city feel safer and happier.

Of course, the above is just the perspective of the onlookers.

In front of the TV, Ma Ma Zhaodi and Daimao, one human and one cat, each held a toothbrush. White foam rimmed their mouths, they held toothbrush cups in their hands, their gazes vacant. They stood with mouths wide open, staring blankly at the TV screen, their brushing motions having unconsciously stopped.

At this moment, Daimao and Ma Ma Zhaodi's eyes both held four parts contemplation, three parts confusion, two parts clarity, and one part disbelief.

The synchronization rate had almost reached one hundred percent.

"What the hell is the Central City Police Department doing?" Ma Ma Zhaodi struggled to focus on the news report on the TV, trying to make sense of the abstract information it conveyed: "They wiped out that gang?"

"What's going on?"

"Is this necessary?"

"Did this group storm the police station? Or did they assassinate the mayor?"

"Could it be tax evasion?"

He exchanged a glance with Daimao, utterly baffled, only to find big eyes staring at small eyes, their mutual confusion deepening.

"Boss, boss, is the Central City Police Department crazy, meow? Or perhaps the Police Chief and you are brothers by different fathers and different mothers, meow?"

"If this were yesterday, I would tell you this isn't Gotham, and the mental state of citizens and municipal staff is unlikely to reach that level—but yesterday has passed."

Ma Ma Zhaodi turned to look at the scene on the TV of a large number of gang members being loaded into police cars, then shoved the toothbrush back into his mouth.

"But today—I don't know what to say."

After Ma Ma Zhaodi finished brushing his teeth, he picked up his phone, wanting to see the specific details of this anti-gang operation—just then, he finally saw the hundreds of Claim Credit messages in the overseas student group chat.

"What do you say? I told you this idea would work. In a capitalist country like America where everything is about money, money can push a millstone even for a ghost."

"Don't say it, you really shouldn't say it."

"To be honest, it's true."

"You Earn Great Credit on this one; I'll just take a minor credit, okay? A police officer at the Central City Police Department has a good relationship with me; I urged him to pass on the first-hand information to his superiors."

"Sigh, then I have something to say. I happen to know a senior brother who works as a butler in a municipal official's house; isn't his contribution significant?"

"Sigh, then I have something to say too. I put in a full five hundred thousand; shouldn't I be added as the top contributor?"

"That is true."

"Rich brother, awesome!"

"Boss is generous!"

"Sigh, it really has to be us overseas students being so united."

"fnndp, you weren't like this when you snatched my braised meat from me before..."

"Sigh, truly you guys." Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed: "Go ahead, you troublemakers, just keep causing trouble."

"Who can outdo you guys? With the Italian Mafia wiped out by your antics, the only reason I'll be wandering the city will be to outwit and outfight crazy customers."

Despite the words, the overseas students' intentions were indeed genuine.

"Brothers, brothers, I am very grateful to you for stepping in when you saw injustice, and very grateful to you for spending a huge sum to persuade the Central City Police Department." Ma Ma Zhaodi typed furiously, sending messages in the group: "The total amount everyone contributed is two million—write down your respective amounts, send them to me, and I will reimburse the money."

"What?" One overseas student saw the message and immediately turned pale with shock: "Can Old Ma really have two million? How did you earn it?" "Isn't that obvious? He has that dim sum skill; where can't he earn two million?"

"Damn, so a good chef can make that much money..."

"You have so much money, why are you still setting up a stall?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at this message, originally thinking of an excuse, but after a moment, a thought suddenly arose in his heart.

"Wait, since this group used dim sum diplomacy to build such a bizarre network of various strange connections, their information must be very up-to-date?"

Thinking of this, Ma Ma Zhaodi's mind immediately turned a corner; he instantly felt the sky wide and the earth broad, birds singing, flowers blooming—geniuses like the overseas students in the group, who are naturally free, should be allowed to fly high!

"Hey, brothers, all eyes on me, I have an announcement to make!"

The crowd of overseas students immediately fell silent, looking together at Ma Ma Zhaodi's avatar.

"Just now someone asked me why I came to Central City to set up a stall—to be honest, I have two friends who recently left their city."

"After they set off, the two completely lost contact, and I only know that the last place they arrived at was Central City, and I came here to set up a stall to find those two friends."

"My friends are a couple, a man and a woman; the man is named Drake Lane, the woman is named Camila Lane—now, I still haven't found the two of them."

"Looking for people? That's easy to say."

An overseas student immediately replied in the group: "Don't underestimate our intelligence network."

"Don't say it, you really shouldn't say it."

"To be honest, it's true."

"It's just finding people; I, the Second Master of the Flying Roujiamo Dim Sum Gang, am here to help you."

"On what basis are you the Second Master?"

"What kind of weird name is 'Flying Roujiamo Dim Sum Gang'?"

"So are we considered a gang? I still think a name like 'Dragon Group' sounds more heroic."

"Brother, did you just escape from a museum?"

Watching the overseas students start chattering again, with messages in the group increasing at a speed of over a hundred per minute, Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed and put away his phone directly.

"They are enthusiastic, just too noisy."

However, another three months passed quickly, and under the all-encompassing network of relationships of the overseas students across the city, there was still not a single shadow of news regarding the Drake couple.

"I don't understand."

Ma Ma Zhaodi and Daimao sat on small stools beside the food truck; he carefully searched through documents on his phone: "Every place has been searched, whether it was actual human search or police and municipal archives; a master-level computer's data collection ability should theoretically not miss a single clue of theirs."

"Where on earth did they go? Could they have traveled to Star City?"

【No, the search scope is within Central City】

"I don't understand."

Just as he was utterly baffled, an old acquaintance arrived before the dining car again.

"Old Ma," the withered man said in a low voice, "The usual, ten cakes."

(End of this chapter)