Chu Feng looked at the transaction details on his phone several times more, finally making sure the amount was correct before he stood up and stretched languidly.
"Time to head home!"
He turned and left the police station. Behind him, bursts of cheers from the officers occasionally erupted, celebrating as if they had completely forgotten the recent gunfight.
Sometimes, Chu Feng had to admit that the power of money was indeed very strong.
Half an hour later, Chu Feng, who had just had a brush with death, finally returned to his home. He collapsed wearily onto his large bed and fell into a deep sleep, sleeping straight through until noon the next day.
"Ahh... that's the stuff!"
Waking up naturally, Chu Feng stretched greatly. He got out of bed, opened the curtains, and glanced outside. New York's winter sunlight shone on him, giving him a mildly warm feeling.
