On the light blue system page, 10 treasure chests each revealed two bottles of [Danger Sense Potion], two bottles of [Strength Potion], two bottles of [Swiftness Potion], two bottles of [Water Breathing Potion], and two bottles of [Regeneration Potion]

At this moment on the system warehouse page, there were [Stamina Potion x5]

[Haemostasis Potion x4]

[Antidote Potion x5]

[Swiftness Potion x4]

[Strength Potion x4]

[Sensitivity Potion x1]

[Analgesic Potion x5]

[Featherfall Potion x3]

[Sleep Potion x1]

[Water Breathing Potion x3]

[Regeneration Potion x2]

[Danger Sense Potion x2]

Getting the longed-for [Danger Sense Potion], and two bottles at that, should have been a joyous occasion, but Luo An's gaze didn't linger on them. Instead, he looked at the newly appeared [Regeneration Potion].

It wasn't hard to guess the effect of this new potion from its name. After pondering for a moment, Luo An took out a bottle and gulped it down. A few seconds later, an indescribable sensation of tingling and itchiness erupted from the wound on his left leg.

The intense discomfort made Luo An frown and sit down hard on the toilet.

Looking down at the wound on his left leg, Luo An found that the healing process wasn't as quick as he had imagined, not like in games where it would heal in the blink of an eye.

However, estimating the time based on how the wound felt, Luo An found that the injury on his calf would likely heal in less than 8 hours, which made the corners of his mouth turn up instantly.

Since the beginning, this was the first time Luo An had obtained a healing-type potion. In the past, when injured, he would persist by using a combination of [Haemostasis Potion] + [Analgesic Potion] + [Stamina Potion].

One of the abilities of [Stamina Potion] is to enhance physical fitness; an increase in physical fitness meant that the wound would heal a bit faster, with a transition period in between.

Now with [Regeneration Potion], he wouldn't have to work so hard after getting injured. He could first use the [Haemostasis Potion] to stop the bleeding, then use the [Regeneration Potion] to treat and process the wound.

Moreover, the words "Regeneration" also made Luo An think of other matters.

"Luo An?"

Hearing Mona's shout from the room, Luo An momentarily suppressed the thoughts in his mind, did some concealing treatment on the wound and asked as he exited the bathroom:

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

Mona forcefully pulled the pillow from under her and tossed it aside, turning to face Luo An with a slightly flushed face and a smile, saying:

"I was just a little worried whether someone would sneak away."

Luo An immediately rolled his eyes and slowly moved to the side of the large bed:

"I'm not Black Man."

Mona raised her hand and struck Luo An's arm:

"Wow, you actually dare to be racist."

Luo An lowered his head and kissed Mona for a moment, then raised his head and asked:

"Let's not talk about that. What would you like to eat? I'll call room service to bring it over."

"Milk, lean meat, broccoli, apples, foie gras."

Mona tilted her head and thought for a moment, then added:

"Also, have the service staff buy some folic acid tablets to bring, and remember to tip them."

These were all foods to eat during the pre-pregnancy phase.

Luo An looked at Mona speechlessly, and Mona unconsciously averted her eyes:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Mona, to be honest, how long have you been thinking about having a child?"

"Just yesterday."

"Huh?"

"...Just a little bit before yesterday."

"How much is 'a little bit'?"

"It was after the first time you got injured, after we started living together."

"..."

That was a very long time ago.

Luo An fell silent for a while, then gently rubbed Mona's abdomen. Mona tilted her head and kissed his cheek softly, whispering:

"I love you, Luo An. Promise me, you won't risk your life anymore, okay?"

"...Mona."

"Hmm?"

"Last night's dose might not have been enough, let me give you some more."

"...No! I object! You didn't eat last night for sure, you're not hungry, I've been busy for so long, I'm already hungry now!"

"Objection overruled."

"..."

An hour later, Luo An failed to move due to his leg injury, he and Mona tidied up their clothes, and began to enjoy the breakfast served by the waiter, close to noon.

Winslow and Chenier had sent Luo An messages in the morning, saying they were either out for fun or shopping.

Michelle arrived at the Washington Headquarters around five in the morning, and after handing over the person in custody, Trick Kennedy also arranged a luxury suite for her, right next to Chenier's room.

Reesi's recovery was also going well, the Los Angeles doctor said that she should be able to leave the hospital in another week.

Luo An heard this news on his mobile phone, and automatically added another week to the time.

Because the prerequisite for Reesi leaving the hospital after a week is that she does not cause trouble with the female nurses during this time.

And the possibility of Reesi not causing trouble is almost nil.

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The days of relaxation passed in a flash, and it was Saturday evening in the second week.

Just like before, Winslow and Chenier went out for fun, one to the bar and one to the gym.

Michelle used to work at the FBI headquarters, and made some acquaintances in Washington D.C., tonight she accepted an invitation from a girl and went to her house for dinner.

Tonight, Luo An and Mona each dressed up formally and attended a dinner party at Trick Kennedy's house upon his invitation.

In front of a luxurious villa, Luo An and Mona stepped out of the car and shook hands with Trick Kennedy:

"Good evening."

Luo An's leg injury had healed by now, but to deceive others, he was still using a medical cane.

Trick Kennedy greeted them with a smile and after shaking hands with Luo An, pointed at a woman with golden short hair standing beside him, who was not particularly beautiful but looked very exquisite, and said:

"Good evening, this is my wife, Migela Kennedy."

As federal tradition, women change their last name after marriage. Luo An looked unchanged, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Trick Kennedy's wife:

"Good evening, Ms. Migela."

"Good evening, Mr. Greenwood."

"This is Mona."

Luo An briefly introduced Mona's identity, Migela smiled and took the gifts from them, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then they all entered the villa together.

This villa was not a family property of the Kennedy family, but a house Trick Kennedy bought with his own money after getting married, living there only with his wife, and some servants.

After chatting for a while, Mona was taken away by the lady of the house, Migela, to discuss some topics between women at a distance, while Luo An was pulled by Trick Kennedy to his second-floor study.

This study room was large, its area nearly equal to the total area of Luo An's office area in the Special Investigation Team in Los Angeles, decorated with simplicity and elegance. Behind the office desk, there was a huge bookshelf filled with various books and documents.

But after entering the study, Luo An's eyes weren't drawn to the large and conspicuous bookshelf; instead, they were fixed on a photo in the corner of the office desk.

The man in the photo had a gentle smile and kind expression, looking somewhat similar to Trick Kennedy.

The man was the 35th President of the United States, John Kennedy, who left behind a plethora of mysteries and conspiracy theories in the world.

Seeing Luo An's gaze, Trick Kennedy's eyes flashed with a complex light as he introduced with a smile:

"President Kennedy. You must recognize him; he is my great-uncle."

"I'm sorry."

Luo An withdrew his gaze and apologized. Living two lifetimes, this was the first time he had come so close to the personal photo and descendant of that president.

"It's okay."

Trick Kennedy patted Luo An's shoulder, handed him a cigar, then sat on the sofa and started chatting with Luo An with a smile.

Luo An, who didn't smoke, took the cigar but did not light it. After chatting for a while, Trick suddenly said:

"By the way, I mentioned before that the FBI Washington Headquarters plans to cancel the Special Investigation Team. Do you remember that?"

"Of course."

Luo An nodded, he had never forgotten this matter.

"I have bad news for you."

Trick took a deep puff of his cigar, and in the midst of the smoke, he said in a grave tone:

"It's been confirmed, there's no changing it."

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Just then, there was a knock on the study door, and before Trick could speak, the door was pushed open and a man walked in.