This isn't how you punish someone!

Chapter 85 This isn't how you punish someone! (Seeking monthly votes)

Anya will remember this lesson for the rest of her life: Don't suddenly eat a lot of fat and then drink a large glass of iced milkshake after being hungry all day; your stomach can sometimes throw a tantrum.

She felt her stomach and throat were protesting violently.

So, at that critical moment, Anya abruptly stopped herself. She straightened up abruptly, using all her willpower to suppress the surging emotion, then smiled at Li Wei before quickly opening the car door.

Standing by the car, a cool breeze made her feel a little better.

Unfortunately, the atmosphere has become a bit off.

Anya's mind echoed with the music of the scene ending. Today's play was truly a living disaster from beginning to end, with both the beginning and the end being unsatisfactory.

"I...I'm tired today," she said, gently covering her mouth with one hand. "I'm going home now."

Li Wei watched her run up the steps with some confusion. The doorman opened the apartment door for her, and she disappeared.

"I shouldn't have bad breath," he muttered as he started the car. "I just don't understand..."

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Anya stepped out of the elevator and watched Li Wei's car disappear around the corner, its view obscured by the carefully arranged dense forest. She sighed.

Today's ending was nothing like any of the romantic scenes in her favorite movies. She hadn't expected the reality to be so real, so embarrassingly real.

Even if nothing is as wonderful as in the movies, it should at least feel good in real life.

"Good evening, Miss Anya," Aunt Katya said, looking as if she had been waiting at home for a long time, though her neat attire suggested otherwise. "Is the interview over?"

"Hmm," Anya replied somewhat sullenly, and went straight back to her room. "I guess there's not much of a chance for early application. I'll wait for the normal process in March."

She felt her stomach hurting even more, so she went back to her room, found two painkillers, opened a bottle of water and swallowed them, then threw herself onto the big bed and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling.

"This is so embarrassing," she thought. "This whole performance was a complete disaster."

"Not bad," Li Wei said. "I think she might be interested in me. I mean, not as direct as some Americans, but more like a subtle type? But I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Who asked you that?" Don Quixote said. "I meant, how did today's interview go?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Li Wei scratched the back of his head. "I did some data testing, and it seems I got lucky and tied the NFL record. So he said I can start choosing a major now."

Don Quixote took a deep breath; he felt a dull ache in his heart.

When he applied to the University of Chicago's economics department, he scored over 1570 on the SAT and took 13 AP courses. Li Wei, on the other hand, has only been playing football for two months, yet he has already gotten Yale University to open its doors to him and let him choose his major.

It wasn't that he couldn't accept the fact that Li Wei was a genius, but seeing his past achievements so easily trampled over by others filled him with a sense of powerlessness.

"What major do you think I should choose?" Li Wei asked, completely oblivious, even adding insult to injury, "Finance or law?"

Which offers more security for the future? And which allows you to build a wider network of connections?

But looking at Livy's unusually youthful face, Don Quixote felt a surge of relief—after all, this was his family, and he had watched him grow up step by step.

"Choose finance," he said irritably. "Being a judge or lawyer won't be of much help to you anymore, but finance will at least teach you to respect the market, and when you make a lot of money in the future, you can manage your finances wisely and allocate your assets so you don't get ripped off by your financial advisor."

After thinking for a moment, Li Wei nodded.

"Oh, right," Don Quixote said, as if remembering something, "don't you have a classmate named Michael? He seems to live in that building too."

"Yes, how is he?" Li Wei asked. "I know he has a younger brother who is a drug addict and involved in gangs."

"They have one month left on their lease," Don Quixote shook his head. "What else can they do? A father who has disappeared, a black mother who raised her children alone."

"When I was talking to his mother, I found out that her eldest son was also at Franklin High School and was taking AP courses in 12th grade."

"I guessed you two might know each other," he said. "I didn't raise their rent this month, out of consideration for you."

"Their family relationships seem quite complicated..."

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Livy gave Don Quixote a general explanation of Michael's current situation, including his plan to send his brother to rehab.

"To be honest, that's a bit naive," Don Quixote sighed. "Leaving aside the price of private rehab centers, would his brother even be willing to go?"

"Of course they wouldn't want to," Li Wei said after thinking for a moment. "Once you join a gang, it's not so easy to get out."

"Bingo," Don Quixote snapped his fingers, "and if I'm not mistaken, his brother was specifically recruited as a distributor to sell drugs in schools."

"Think about it," he sneered, "Franklin High School has thousands of students. Even if only five percent of them use drugs, that's still several hundred regular customers. With a business that big, do you think those gangs would let Michael take his brother to rehab?"

"But Michael seems pretty optimistic," Levi said. "His only thought is to save money so that his brother can cut ties with the drug dealers and he can go to college."

"He's dreaming," Don Quixote warned. "Unless he abandons this idea, everyone who tries to help him will be dragged down with him."

At 2:30 a.m., Li Wei thought Don Quixote would rest today, but to his surprise, he actually got out of bed again and put on his armor.

"Good day, Knight Don Quixote," Livy had now learned how to greet Don Quixote. "Are you ready to embark on your expedition?"

"Yes, my friend," Don Quixote said solemnly, "the expedition is about to begin, and I am determined to defeat the witch and avenge her."

Li Wei suddenly had a whimsical idea and pointed to Caesar outside the window, saying, "I've recently found a new carriage. Don Quixote, why don't you join me on a journey?"

Don Quixote was overjoyed: "That's perfect! You're the most reliable person I can ever ask for, my friend."

Li Wei put the car keys in his pocket and went out with Don Quixote.

To be honest, walking has become too inefficient lately, and as they explore a region more often, it's become increasingly difficult to trigger any missions in the Bell Ridge area.

Since Don Quixote was able to ride with him in a taxi to slay the dragon before, this time is a good test to see how effective it is to take Don Quixote on a mission in a car.

Under the cover of night and with the increasingly cold autumn wind, Li Wei helped Don Quixote into the passenger seat.

He turned to look at Don Quixote, who was sitting perfectly still with his iron rod in the middle, hesitated for a moment, and then gave up the idea of ​​having Don Quixote fasten his seatbelt.

Did medieval carriages even have seatbelts? He started the vehicle while thinking this. How was he supposed to explain seatbelts to a sleepwalking Don Quixote?

Thinking this, he drove Don Quixote northeast, through Brooklyn, past Sunset Park, through Queens, until they reached the edge of the Bronx.

Li Wei clearly remembered that he came to pick up Anya from this direction in the morning, but he took a huge detour even though the straight-line distance was less than 4 kilometers. In the end, he drove from the direction of Manhattan to her community.

"The horses in this carriage are quite good," Don Quixote suddenly said in a deep voice, "They've been pulling the carriage for so long and haven't slowed down at all."

This is called an American-style V8, my dear uncle, 420 horsepower.

Gradually, the car slowly drove into an area with ambiguous lighting. A woman wearing a very short sequined skirt and high heels was leaning against a lamppost by the roadside.

Seeing the expensive Cadillac Escalade slow down, she puffed out her chest, whistled lightly towards the window, and casually pulled down her already precarious neckline.

"Stop!" Don Quixote suddenly said, his tone serious. "I sense something bad."

"That's a... um... succubus?" Levi, not wanting to linger, asked, "Should we deal with her?"

"A succubus... no, I smell sulfur," Don Quixote frowned. "This isn't a succubus... this is... this is a spider demon!"

"I will punish this demon," he gripped the iron bar, "so that it can no longer harm the farmers who pass by!"

You have received a mission: Destroy the Spider Demon.

This is a spider demon waiting by the roadside, ready to drag innocent passersby into its cave and devour them. Unlike ordinary wandering succubi, it lives for this, but does not find pleasure in it.

[Task Reward: +0.1 Free Attribute Points]

Don Quixote's hand was already on the doorknob, and with his other hand he picked up an iron bar, seemingly ready to jump out of the car at any moment and smash the head of a woman on the roadside with the iron bar.

Wait a minute, our understanding of punishment might be a little different!

"Wait! Don Quixote!" Levi floored the accelerator and sped off the street, the powerful engine pressing Don Quixote firmly against the back of his seat. "We don't need to do this!"

"It's just a demon by the roadside," he said. "We don't know what lies ahead, so let's save our energy for when we encounter danger or when it's time to act."

"My goodness, your carriage is going way too fast..." Don Quixote said indignantly as he got off his chair. "Well, you have a point... If I see it again when we return in triumph, I will not let it off easily."

Li Wei didn't want to get himself into trouble for just 0.1 attribute points.

He turned to look at the iron rod in Don Quixote's hand, thinking that he might as well throw it away sometime tomorrow.

Under Levi's control, the vehicle crossed the Harlem River and officially entered the more complex security environment of the southern Bronx. It was not far from the building that Don Quixote had bought and where Jose had lived before. The uneven road surface caused the Cadillac to shake a bit, and the buildings on both sides of the street were obviously in poor maintenance.

Livy wasn't wandering aimlessly; he was judging where new tasks might appear by observing the density of graffiti on the buildings and Don Quixote's reactions.

As the car slowly drove into a dark intersection caused by a broken streetlight, three figures wearing wide hoods emerged from behind a broken corner of the wall.

One of them stood in front of the car, brandishing a black handgun, while the other two quickly flanked the car from both sides, banging on the windows.

"Get out of the car, damn it! Leave your wallet and car keys behind!"

The leader of the robbers had a mask covering his face, and the veins on his temples were bulging. Even without the car headlights, Li Wei could see their bloodshot eyes, which were swollen from being high on drugs.

"You have a nice car, buddy," the man next to him pounded on the driver's side window, trying to see the interior through the tinted glass. "It's not safe to drive such a nice car this late."

"Why waste words with him!" another man yelled, drool still dripping from his mouth. "Just kill him in the car!"

"You idiot!" the armed robber cursed. "Wouldn't it be easier to clean up the scene and the car if you killed him?"

"Don Quixote," Levi said, turning to Don Quixote, "I'll handle these minor matters, like bandits coming down the mountain."

"Well," Don Quixote said, showing no intention of getting off the carriage, "then I'll leave it to you, my friend."

You have received a mission: Escort.

Maintaining Don Quixote's strength, she escorted him alone to his destination.

[Task Reward: +0.1 Free Attribute Points]

Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief; this was the kind of task he wanted to take.

Let's have more petty thieves on the street.

He calmly pushed open the car door and got out.

Perhaps because they were so excited that they had lowered their patience and tolerance, one of the robbers who had been waiting nearby didn't say a word when he saw Li Wei get out of the car. He picked up his dagger and stabbed at Li Wei.

However, the expected sensation did not occur. His dagger only managed to tear a shallow tear in the surface of the clothing before it could go any further, as if it had been driven into a concrete wall.

"Sigh," Levi sighed, "my short-sleeved shirt."

Before the knife-wielding robber could react, he felt an overwhelming force on his leg, followed by a blackout. His brain's emergency response mechanism kicked in, and he passed out without uttering a sound.

Just as the gunman was about to aim, he realized that the man in front of him seemed to have vanished from his spot. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his arm was bent at an odd angle, forcing him to drop his pistol to the ground.

Seeing the last robber preparing to run away, Li Wei picked up his pistol and delivered a standard rugby long pass that struck the robber's shin, sending him sprawling to the ground.

[Mission: Escort Completed]

[Free attribute points +0.1]

Li Wei got back into the car and drove away.

It seems I still can't take my uncle to such a far place.

As he drove, Li Wei thought to himself that not only was he at risk of losing control, but he might also be implicated. It would be dangerous if the person with the gun today were to shoot Don Quixote directly.

"I'll drive myself next time," he thought to himself. It seems there are some risks involved in bringing Don Quixote out for a sleepwalking trip.

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