Chapter 227

At this moment, he was sitting in a high-end restaurant in Manhattan's busiest commercial district.

He had changed into a proper suit, styled his hair in the same slicked-back pompadour as the gambler Gao Jin, exposing his forehead.

But with his supergene, this only enhanced his charm even further.

Every gesture and movement was slow and elegant, giving the impression that he was a wealthy young master from some noble family.

Because of this, in the half hour he'd been seated, no fewer than fifty girls had come up to flirt with him.

Roughly two per minute.

Some were so direct they didn't even say a word.

They simply handed Jiang Hao a phone number and walked away.

The blatant directness opened Jiang Hao's eyes.

After all, counting from before his transmigration to after, this was his first time abroad.

His previous understanding of foreign countries came mostly from news and the internet.

Everyone said the Lamp Nation was open-minded, but he hadn't expected it to be this open.

Just then, the phone on Jiang Hao's table suddenly rang.

Jiang Hao picked up the phone and answered.

No sound came from the other end of the call.

But Jiang Hao knew it was Ada Wong.

And though she remained silent, Jiang Hao heard her breathing.

Jiang Hao did not deliberately look toward the building to the right-rear outside the window.

Because Jiang Hao knew that Ada Wong was standing there right now, watching him through a telescope.

Undeniably, Ada Wong was truly a top-tier veteran spy and agent.

There—that's what professionalism looks like.

After another ten minutes of waiting, a woman appeared at the restaurant entrance, wearing a silver-white body-hugging dress, a pale yellow overcoat, black high heels, and black sunglasses; her figure was outstanding.

Her appearance immediately drew the attention of many men in the restaurant.

Though her face was obscured, her figure was exceptional—curvy with a full bust and rounded hips, her legs long and straight, clad in black silk stockings; any leg enthusiast would likely be enthralled for life.

Each tap of her high heels against the floor felt like a strike on their hearts.

Wherever she walked, a faint fragrance trailed behind her.

It was a scent that wasn't overpowering, impossible to describe precisely.

But you would never dislike it—you'd even grow fond of it.

Under the gaze of many men, the woman walked over to Jiang Hao's table.

She removed her sunglasses and sat down across from Jiang Hao.

"Sorry I'm late—the traffic outside was terrible."

Jiang Hao smiled, choosing not to expose Ada Wong's lie.

"It's fine—you're not late; I just arrived early," Jiang Hao said casually.

He continued:

"This isn't a place to discuss matters. Let's eat first, then move somewhere else to talk—what do you think, Young Lady Ada Wong?"

"Fine," Ada Wong nodded, accepting without refusal.

The two then began ordering food.

To be honest, Ada Wong was somewhat surprised that the person who had arranged this meeting was such a young, handsome man as Jiang Hao.

Especially since Jiang Hao was Asian.

It wasn't that she discriminated against Asians—it was just that this was the Lamp Nation, not Asia.

For a wealthy man like Jiang Hao to appear so openly in New York was unusual.

After all, bio-terrorist attacks were happening everywhere across the globe; wealthy people generally avoided going out.

Even if they did go out, they were always surrounded by a large entourage of bodyguards.

"I don't know how to address you."

"Jiang Hao."

"You're from Great Xia?" Now Ada Wong was genuinely surprised.

"Correct," Jiang Hao nodded, not denying it.

His eyes fixed on Ada Wong, saying nothing.

According to the timeline, Ada Wong at this point must have been over thirty.

Yet she didn't look old—more like twenty-four or twenty-five.

Her skin was very fair, her face exquisitely delicate.

No one knew whether it was due to her excellent care or because she had undergone viral enhancement.

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