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How should feelings between men and women be nurtured? Under what circumstances do they heat up quickly?
Erika's former lover was Daredevil. They met in college, fell in love, and eventually broke up due to differing ideals. Shasha didn't believe how strong their bond could be; after all, what could compare to sharing hardships and life and death together?
If it were two men, the bond formed would be one of life-and-death camaraderie.
But what about a man and a woman? The attraction between the sexes is rooted in their very genes, especially in situations like this.
From fondness to affection, it can actually be quite simple, requiring certain specific events as breakthroughs.
Just like now, when Shasha is carrying Erika on his back. As she gazes at the figure of the person carrying her, she feels an unprecedented sense of comfort. If one had to name it, it would be called a sense of security.
What women lack most is security. When a man provides this sense of security to a woman, something called affection begins to slowly ferment in her heart.
However, Shasha is not an assertive person; he doesn't fit in with others, has no friends, and doesn't know how to express his feelings. So even though he currently likes Erika, he has never taken the initiative to speak up.
Time quietly passes as the two remain silent. Chris has already been found by them. This time, he seems more honest; after being caught by Target Eye, he has resigned himself to his fate.
Arriving at the place where Chris hid the data, the moment the information was posted online, Shasha let out a long sigh of relief. Soon after came the notification that the mission was complete; as for how Jin Bing would respond, he wouldn't concern himself with that.
With his arms tightly wrapped in bandages, Erika suddenly asked while lying on the sofa resting, "Now that everything is over, once Jin Bing gets through these troubles, he will definitely come looking for you. What are your plans for the future?"
Shasha thought for a moment and then shook his head with a wry smile. "I don't know; I’m afraid I’m already wanted by the police."
Erika bit her lip. "How about we continue to cooperate together?"
Shasha was taken aback, watching Erika's cheeks flush slightly under his gaze, and couldn't help but smile. "Alright!"
While these two were wrapped up in their tender moment, Jin Bing was in a state of panic.
The reason why unspoken rules are called unspoken is that they shouldn't be brought to light; however, once they are, trouble follows.
Jin Bing was in deep trouble now. The money laundering scandal had been exposed, tarnishing his reputation and forcing many of his businesses to shut down for restructuring, resulting in significant financial losses. As the underground emperor of America, when had he ever suffered such a blow?
Bill, the head of operations in Los Angeles, stood in Jin Bing's office drenched in cold sweat. The sight of that expressionless face made his heart race; the more stoic Jin Bing appeared, the clearer it was how furious he was—like the calm before a storm.
Before long, two men in black entered the office, carrying the unconscious Target Eye and placing him before Jin Bing.
Yes, unconscious and not dead; this guy's heart wasn't on the left side.
With a loud crash, the sturdy office desk collapsed as Jin Bing, unable to contain his fury, shouted fiercely, "Find those two guys and bring them back alive! I want to torture them slowly until they die!!"
As his words echoed in the room, a striking figure emerged from the shadows in the corner of the office, wearing a slightly deranged smile.
"As you wish."
Given Jin Bing's current predicament, he had no time to deal with Shasha; all he could manage was a police warrant for her arrest.
It was clear that Fino's death had been pinned on Shasha. Fortunately for her, the police lacked any detailed information or images of Shasha—only a rough sketch drawn from Richard's memory that bore only a passing resemblance.
Shasha now walks openly on the streets of New York City.
A newspaper in one hand and a piece of bread in the other, Shasha bites into the bread while glancing at the paper. It’s worth noting that he had never read the news before.
The reason he bought it was that it contained an article about someone, albeit just a gossip piece.
Tony Stark, a well-known playboy in the Marvel universe, also has a rather flamboyant identity—Iron Man.
Of course, at this moment, Tony is still just a playboy and not yet Iron Man.
"So, everything has yet to begin. But that's fine; those guys are not something I can handle right now," Shasha shrugged and set the newspaper aside.
Upon reaching his destination, he got off. Shasha's goal was Wall Street. He wasn't there to trade stocks; his current role was that of a stock economist. Why?
Because his last intermediate ability extraction granted him the skill of a Financial Expert.
It may seem trivial, but at least it gave Shasha a useful skill.
After all, Erika needed time to recover and couldn't work, so the burden of living expenses fell on Shasha's shoulders.
Entering the building, he went through discussions with the boss just like during his interview and confirmed his position.
It was the year 2000, and now Shasha's monthly salary was ten thousand dollars—not too little, but not a lot either.
In the new environment, it was inevitable to come into contact with new colleagues. Many were curious about the newcomer, Shasha. After all, while there were plenty of Asian faces on Wall Street, having one in their own company certainly piqued interest.
However, Shasha had no interest in engaging with them; all he wanted to focus on was his work.
What is a Stockbroker? It is an individual or institution that provides trading services for stocks and bonds to investors. Brokers aim to earn commissions, and most of the transactions they conduct are agency business.
Thus, developing clients is the most crucial aspect of being a stockbroker.
Fortunately, the previous broker had switched careers and handed over all client resources to Shasha.
Inheriting such resources out of the blue, Shasha naturally needed to greet the clients first. He pulled out the first client profile.
"Elizabeth Braddock, profession: fashion model," he murmured as he dialed the number. For some reason, this name sounded familiar to Shasha.
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