American Comics: BOSS Invasion

When Laurel awoke again, she found herself dressed and lying on a soft bed.

She sat up abruptly and immediately saw Qishan sitting not far away.

He was sitting at a small bar, a cigar in his hand, but he didn't seem to be putting it to his lips at all.

Half a glass of wine sat in front of him, the spherical ice cubes rippling in the glass, making a crisp, pleasant sound.

He lowered his head, seemingly looking at some information, his fingers tapping from time to time, but there were no other movements.

Hearing Laurel get up, Qishan didn't even look up, he just said lightly, "You're awake!"

Laurel tightened her collar and casually wrapped the quilt around herself, her face slightly cold.

"Who exactly are you?"

"That's a rather broad question. You should ask me if I've killed anyone. Am I the mastermind behind your kidnapping?"

"Are you willing to answer?"

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, no matter what kind of answer I give, you can't do anything to me!"

Laurel sneered, "The law will punish you!"

Qishan chuckled, "Speaking of which, I doubt even you believe that! If the law were so great, the first person to be nailed to the pillar of shame should be Oliver Queen."

"He took your sister away for five years, and no news has come back. Isn't that kidnapping?"

"Who exactly are you? Why would you know...?"

Halfway through her sentence, Laurel suddenly began to breathe rapidly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her expression somewhat frightening, her eyes fixed on Qishan, and she said, word by word, "You just said kidnapping? My sister isn't dead? That's impossible. The news of the maritime disaster was rampant for a full half a year."

"The government sent out four or five search and rescue teams, but they didn't find anything. Why should I believe you?"

Qishan shrugged: "It's just a casual remark. I don't have any obligation to make you believe me. Whether you believe it or not is your own business. Anyway, Laura has nothing to do with me!"

Laurel gasped for a while, and gradually calmed down after a long time. She stared at Qishan.

"You must know something. Did the Golden Oliver actually have a maritime disaster, or is there some conspiracy behind it?"

"I don't need to tell you!" Qishan said with a smile: "Although that person's power and status mean nothing to me, to you, he is an untouchable behemoth."

"The law you trust is as well-behaved as a pet in front of him. Even if you collect all the evidence and even arrest him yourself,"

"The police station won't keep him for long, and the court won't dare to sentence him. He doesn't even need to go to jail."

"I also know that he plans to kill you and your father, and will kill more people in the future, but so what?"

"Impossible, you're lying! How could there be such a person?" Laurel said in disbelief.

Qishan chuckled: "I can tell you that person's name!"

"Who is he?"

"So direct?" Qishan spread out his palm: "For you Americans, shouldn't we be talking about a deal at this time, promising some benefits? This news is very valuable!"

"What exactly do you want? My family is just an ordinary family and doesn't have much money!" Laurel said.

Qishan got up: "You can rest for a while longer. It's 3:00 AM now. I'll wait in the hotel restaurant at 8:00 AM tomorrow."

"By the way, the breakfast at this hotel is very good. I had it once before, especially the fried bacon. It has a bit of a Mexican chef's flavor."

With that, Qishan walked out.

Laurel excitedly wanted to get out of bed to stop him, but as soon as she moved, the tingling sensation from her lower body threw her back onto the bed.

Laurel said in shock: "My legs..."

"Don't worry, it's just some scratches! I had someone give you a simple bandage and apply some special medicine. You'll be as good as new in the morning, without even a scar!"

"Don't go, why should I believe you? Who exactly are you?" Laurel shouted.

Qishan walked to the door, slowly turned around, gave a slight smile, and bowed slightly like a gentleman, saying: "Just call me Mike! Think about it and give me an answer!"

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

With a soft click, the room fell silent.

Laurel sat there blankly for a while, gradually feeling some sensation in her legs. She hurriedly lifted the quilt and glanced at the bandages on her legs.

Only then did she remember that she seemed to have fallen down the stairs in a panic last night.

Grabbing the bottle of mineral water on the bedside table, she twisted open the cap and drank it all in one gulp.

What exactly is his purpose?

Is he targeting our family, or the Queen family?

Could it be that the maritime disaster of the Golden Queen was really a conspiracy?

What secrets are hidden behind this?

Laurel's thoughts were in a mess. She suddenly pushed open the window, and the cool breeze blowing on her head instantly cleared her mind a little.

Picking up the phone on the windowsill, she subconsciously called her father.

The phone connected, and before Laurel could speak, a hasty voice filled with anger roared out.

"Damn it, you finally answered the phone! What did I tell you before, Laurel, you and I are the only ones left in this world."

"Under no circumstances should you not answer the phone. This is a matter of principle. Are you listening? Hello? Hello?"

Laurel was silent for a while, and said: "Dad, is it possible..."

"What?"

"Someone told me that Sarah might not be dead!"

"What did you say?"

On the other end of the phone, there was immediately the sound of a table being knocked over, and Lance's voice trembled.

"Laurel, do you know what you're saying? Sarah's matter is over. I... I..."

"Dad, I'm fine. Someone told me today that there may be survivors from the Golden Queen!"

"...Come back immediately!"

Lance was silent for a while, and said seriously.

"Tomorrow noon, I want to contact him again tomorrow morning. I think he knows a lot of things!"

"Him? Where are you? I'll come over immediately!"

"I'll send you the location! But..."

Laurel paused, and Lance immediately said: "I know, I won't show myself when I get there. Where should we meet?"

"The restaurant! He'll come again for breakfast. Dad!"

"Hmm?"

"Be careful, he... is very dangerous!"

Lance lowered his voice and laughed, "Daughter, I'm a policeman!"