Los Angeles, Beverly Hills...

Tiffany drove the A8, taking Mountain Eagle and Daria around the most bustling areas of Beverly Hills.

Yesterday, when they passed by, it was the early hours of the morning, and they took the freeway, so they did not witness the most prosperous side of this area.

It was only after they drove deep into it at 7 pm that they fully felt the prosperity here.

Stores and restaurants lined the streets, luxury hotels and shopping centers were brightly lit, and while the streets were not overflowing with luxury cars, the proportion of sports cars and BBA-level luxury vehicles was much higher than in Santa Monica.

It might have been dinner time, because along the way, they encountered at least seven or eight soap opera stars whose names Tiffany could mention.

Although they didn't see any major Hollywood stars, Mountain Eagle still found the experience eye-opening.

Tiffany drove to an Italian restaurant opposite Beverly Garden...

Vehicles were queuing up at the entrance of the restaurant, and on both sides of the road stood many paparazzi and crowds holding posters.

Seeing Daria roll down the passenger window to stick her head out as if enjoying it and taking a deep breath before letting out a cheer, Tiffany pulled her back impatiently and said, "I knew you had a hidden agenda for choosing this restaurant..."

Daria smiled and said, "I read online that David Beckham and Victoria will have dinner here with a producer and his friends, so I made the reservation here...

Looks like the news is true, wow, I'm a bit excited now. I've never seen such big stars before."

Tiffany looked at Daria like looking at a bumpkin and said, "That Victoria is a bitch, nobody in Hollywood likes her.

It's all just hype; even if she really wants to discuss something, it won't be successful in the end.

Do you like Beckham?"

Tiffany looked at Daria who nodded vehemently, and laughed sarcastically, "Well, your taste is pretty poor then. That guy only looks handsome but speaks with a voice like a duck, lacking a London accent, and without a bit of a tough guy vibe."

Curious after hearing this, Daria asked, "How do you know?"

Tiffany shrugged and said, "Last year when he announced his retirement, he encountered threats from extreme fans in Los Angeles. After calling the police, I specifically had someone switch shifts to be responsible for his security..."

Daria looked at Tiffany enviously and said, "Being a cop has its perks..."

Tiffany shook her head and said, "I'm sure the patrol officers around Beverly Hills wouldn't think so..."

While the car glided forward, Tiffany asked with some curiosity, "How did you manage to get a reservation at this restaurant?

I've heard you need to book at least two months in advance to dine here..."

Daria replied with a grin, "This is what I love about the United States, where money can solve all problems..."

Saying that, Daria took out a black card from her bag and said with a smile, "Citibank's black chairman card – the restaurant is happy to add a seat for guests holding this card...

Our boss is such a guest!"

After hearing this, Tiffany turned to look at Mountain Eagle, who was sitting comfortably in the back seat, and sarcastically remarked, "This is the first time I've seen a boss entrust their credit card to an assistant..."

Mountain Eagle, looking at the scenery outside the window, smiled and said, "If I go out with Daria and I have to pay every time, that would be odd.

As the boss, of course, I leave such tasks to my assistant..."

Glancing at Daria, who intentionally put on a sad face, he said with a laugh, "However, I have to admit that I'm a country bumpkin; at least I never figured out the real use of the credit cards Mr. Poincaré gave me.

I thought those cards could only get me free access to airport lounges, never imagined they could also reserve restaurants.

This place is quite nice, safe and conspicuous, very much in line with my requirements...

Daria, for the next three days, make reservations like this for dinner, I want to meet some people, preferably in public places..."

Daria nodded happily, "No problem. I saw online that the Hilton Hotel will have a celebrity gathering tomorrow, and their French restaurant should be quite good..."

Just as Daria happily planned their evening schedule for the next few days, a Chevrolet SUV pulled up beside their car and honked...

Tiffany cautiously pressed the brake and then gripped her pistol as she lowered the window slightly and looked towards the other car...

Seeing a middle-aged man with a square face and a goatee showing an FBI badge and then gesturing for her to follow, Tiffany glanced back at Mountain Eagle...

Unfazed, Mountain Eagle gestured with his hand and said, "It's okay, follow them. It's pretty dumb to queue up for a meal; let's see if the FBI can help us cut the line."

After hearing that, Tiffany turned on the indicator lights, left the queue of cars, and drove directly to the entrance of the Italian restaurant.

As two officers at the entrance of the restaurant approached to drive them away, the man and woman from the Chevrolet SUV got out and whispered something to the officers, and then the police found the restaurant's valet pointing at Mountain Eagle's A8 and said a few words...

Mountain Eagle looked at the woman in the black suit, a familiar face, and smilingly said to Tiffany, "Your driver-slash-bodyguard is not up to par, see how others do it…"

After saying this, Mountain Eagle pushed open the door and got out of the car just as the parking valet came to knock on the window. Seeing the impatient and annoyed expressions on the faces of several waiting customers, he spread his hands with a smile, then turned to the approaching female consultant Kate with a grin, "Long time no see. Thank you for letting me savor the taste of privilege. It's not bad…"

Kate had complex feelings about Mountain Eagle...

She had no idea that a series of failures in Thailand, including the last highway shootout that almost cost her life, were all orchestrated by Mountain Eagle...

Even though it was Mountain Eagle who saved her from the Round Table Knight's ambush in the end, she still harbored suspicion towards him.

Ever since the CIA and MI6 had lost radioactive materials in Thailand, both intelligence agencies had been coming up short there, with the CIA suffering heavy losses.

And Mountain Eagle had been involved in all of these affairs!

Of course, her suspicions were baseless. Sometimes she even doubted herself, wondering if her grudge against Mountain Eagle was simply because he had broken her neck at the end.

Faced with the extremely flamboyant Mountain Eagle, Kate approached with a stern face and said, "Sir, I find it hard to understand why someone being hunted would use their own credit card to book a restaurant reservation and appear so publicly in such a confrontational way...

You make our job very difficult!"

While Kate was speaking, Tiffany refused the valet's offer to park the car for her and stubbornly drove the A8 onto the walkway next to the restaurant. Amid the exclamations of the onlooking fans, she parked behind a police car and flashed her handgun clipped to her waist as she stepped out of the vehicle.

Hearing the complaints from drivers stuck in traffic who poked their heads out towards the restaurant staff, Mountain Eagle glanced at Tiffany, who had finally toughened up, and then cheerfully said to Kate, "Just because someone is after me doesn't mean I stop eating, right?

Is it wrong for me to spend my own money on a meal?

As far as I know, protecting me is part of your job, but you don't seem to be doing it very well..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle made an inviting gesture and chucklingly added, "How about we have a meal together?

I've booked a table for four; with you, it'll be just right..."

Kate, noticing that everyone's attention was focused on her and Mountain Eagle, squeezed out a forced smile and said in a lowered voice, "Don't you realize the predicament you are in?

Do you think by picking fights with several gangs you can make those people back off?"

Kate said through clenched teeth, "You don't even understand the kind of danger you're facing…"

Mountain Eagle didn't like this Kate, because she was a political creature who would do anything to climb up the ranks, even at the cost of sacrificing strangers who had nothing to do with her.

However, regardless of what she truly felt inside, what she was saying reflected the reality...

Mountain Eagle saw a suited restaurant manager approaching and stretched out his hand again, "Either have a meal with me or wait for me outside..."

After this he nodded at Daria, then motioned for Tiffany, with her peculiar expression, to follow him into the restaurant.

Truth be told, Daria's dinner arrangement was hardly perfect; she hadn't informed the restaurant in advance that an armed bodyguard would be accompanying them, a move that put the restaurant in a bit of a predicament.

However, Mountain Eagle didn't really mind. Making a scene was exactly how to draw attention, but to his surprise, Tiffany was putting on quite a tough front this time...

Before the other party could speak, she presented her identification and a document from the FBI, effectively silencing them, then smoothly entered the restaurant.

When entering the restaurant, Mountain Eagle couldn't help but look back to see Kate and the square-faced, bearded middle-aged man following behind...

Moreover, Tiffany seemed agitated by the man's arrival.

As a waiter escorted everyone to a round table in the corner of the restaurant, Mountain Eagle caught sight of a familiar figure seated at a table in the southeastern corner of the restaurant, facing away from him while dining. He paused for a moment, then signaled for Tiffany, who was ready to stand aside to fulfill her bodyguard duty, to take a seat, and curiously asked, "You're not acting normal...

Do you know that FBI agent just now?"

Tiffany, looking at the approaching Kate and Rosa, said coldly, "His name is Ankley Rosa, a senior FBI agent, a bastard raised by a whore who has a wife but still fools around."

Mountain Eagle followed Tiffany's gaze and turned to see the square-faced bearded FBI agent standing at the side of the booth...

His face was complex, without excuses, and his eyes carried a sense of apology...

Sensing something, Mountain Eagle suddenly laughed and said to Tiffany, "I like the way you were before and the way you are now; I hope you keep it up."

With that, Mountain Eagle glanced at Agent Rosa and said with a smile, "Thank you for restoring my bodyguard to the proper state, but I'm sorry, my assistant booked a table for four, so..."

Rosa listened, withdrew his gaze from Tiffany, and gave Mountain Eagle a serious look. He pulled up a chair from the side and placed it next to the round table, after settling down, he looked at Mountain Eagle and said gravely, "Sir, I believe the restaurant won't mind adding a set of silverware for me...

We need to talk about those dead people, about those who want you dead, and about what you plan to do next...

It's important!"

Mountain Eagle watched Kate take a seat, seemingly with no intention of stopping Rosa, and then nodded slightly, turning to Daria, "Let's start the meal...

Just bring our Agent Rosa a glass of water, I'm paying!"

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