The powers of a prosecutor in America are extensive; they can decide on prosecutions and plea bargains.

What charges to file against Dave and whether a deal can be reached are primarily up to the prosecution.

Directly talking to the prosecutor would be more advantageous for Dave.

Although the deputy was frustrated, he knew there was no way to deceive Dave.

The will case had been resolved, but the victim, Tony, and the murderer, Cole Becker, both used fake identities. If Dave could reveal Tony's real identity, it would greatly assist in capturing Cole Becker.

Ultimately, the decision on the plea bargain was up to Susan and the prosecutor.

Luke had no say in this matter, so he simply took some time off to rest.

He wanted to invite Daisy out for some fun and already had a romantic location in mind.

Now the only question was whether Daisy had the time.

After work, Luke planned to have a drink at the bar but received a call from his mom on the way, asking him to come home for dinner.

Luke rode his Harley back to the Ino community.

At first, riding the Harley felt cool.

After a while, it felt just so-so; occasionally riding it for fun was good, but as a daily commute, a car was more comfortable.

Not to mention, rainy days were a problem, very inconvenient.

When he had the money, he planned to buy another car to alternate with.

Of course, that was just a thought for now.

Entering the community road, Luke slowed down, noticing a crowd nearby — it seemed like students were fighting.

Luke glanced over and recognized a familiar figure.

The two fighting students were a burly white teenager and a dark-haired chubby kid.

The white teenager looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, nearly as tall as an adult, and was in a boxing stance, "You fat, dumb loser, if you come near Maggie again, I'll beat you."

The dark-haired chubby kid had a slightly red and swollen right cheek, seemingly already punched, his face showing anger and his eyes reddening.

A number of onlookers were cheering.

"Andrew, you're about to make that fatty cry."

"What are you waiting for, fight or not?"

"Don't be a wimp, Jack, go for it."

...

The white teenager waved at the chubby kid, taunting, "come on baby."

The chubby kid angrily said, "Andrew, you're the trash, Maggie would never like trash."

"You're dead," the white teenager rushed at the chubby kid and punched him again.

The two tussled together.

It started with some semblance of boxing, but soon turned into wild swinging and indiscriminate punching.

The white teenager used his size advantage to knock the chubby kid to the ground, pinning him down and punching him.

"Bang!"

The fist landed on a black helmet.

"Ouch!" the white teenager cried out in pain.

The chubby kid took the opportunity to push the white teenager off.

Both were furious and wanted to continue the fight, but a tall, dark-haired young man stopped them.

"Stop! Whoever throws a punch, I'll beat him," Luke pushed the two apart.

Luke was 185 centimeters tall and often exercised, his muscle contours very defined, far more powerful than either of the young boys.

The white teenager protested, "This is between him and me; you don't need to interfere."

Luke laughed, "I just did."

The white teenager looked at Luke, then glared at Jack and said, "Whoa, I get it now. Jack, you coward, can't handle a fair fight, so you brought backup?"

The chubby kid retorted, "Shut up, I didn't ask anyone for help."

"I don't want to get involved in your conflict.

But as Jack's brother, I have a duty to break it up. If you guys want to fight, pick another place."

The white teenager pointed at the chubby kid, "You better stay away from Maggie."

Jack flipped him off, "None of your business."

"You dumb pig!" the white teenager glared at Luke, picked up his clothes from the ground, and left.

Luke scanned the crowd of onlookers, "What are you still doing here? Does anyone want to take me on?"

The crowd dispersed playfully, leaving only Luke and his brother.

Luke turned to his brother, "Are you hurt badly?"

"I'm fine." The chubby kid seemed a bit down.

Luke got on his Harley, "Get on."

The chubby kid sighed heavily and climbed onto the back seat, looking dejected.

Luke started the Harley and quickly returned home.

They parked the motorcycle in the yard but didn't immediately go inside.

Luke took out a cigarette and lit it, "Why did you fight?"

The chubby kid rubbed his cheek, wincing in pain, "That jerk was harassing my girlfriend?"

"Maggie?"

"Yes, as her boyfriend, I had to stand up."

"Was it him who hit you last time?"

Jack didn't answer.

Luke didn't ask any further, such are the troubles of adolescence.

After finishing his cigarette, he went inside.

"Hi, dear Ms. Linda, I'm back." Luke walked into the living room and saw his mom cooking, "Need a hand?"

"Your brother hasn't come back yet. I'm tied up here, make a call for me."

"He's back, at the front door."

"Why doesn't he come in? There aren't any exams recently, right?"

"You better ask him yourself."

"You cook." Linda took off her apron and threw it aside, "Jack, come inside."

Luke washed his hands and then started chopping vegetables.

The little chubby one walked in with his head down.

"Speak, what did you do again?" Anger mixed with Linda's tone.

The chubby boy slowly lifted his head.

"Wow, what happened to your face? Why are you hurt again? Is it serious?" Linda's tone changed from anger to concern and distress.

"I'm fine, just had a fight."

"You fought again? Why?"

"Uh... a classmate and I didn't see eye to eye, exchanged a few words, and then we started fighting."

"I always thought you were different from Luke..." Linda turned and went to the bedroom, took out a medicine kit from the wardrobe, "Come here, let me apply some medicine on you."

As Linda was applying the medicine, she asked, "What exactly happened?"

"It's nothing."

"Jack, I know you've grown up and don't want to talk heart-to-heart with me anymore, and if that's the case, I can only call your dad to discipline you."

Luke's parents were divorced.

The father had always been paying alimony and child support, and their relationship was still good.

"It's embarrassing enough already, and you calling dad over this would only make me lose more face."

"You're hurt and won't listen to me, your father has the right to know about your condition. I have no reason to hide this from him."

"You think I want to fight? He provoked me, I'm already annoyed enough, can you please not add more trouble?" The chubby boy's voice choked up, he cried and went upstairs.

A loud "bang!" as he shut his room door.

Linda complained, "Did you hear what he just said? What does he mean I shouldn't add more trouble? I'm just concerned about him."

Luke sighed, "Should I talk to him? After all, I've been through that age too."

Linda took the knife from Luke's hand and continued chopping, "Make sure you come down for dinner."

Luke went upstairs, "Knock knock…"

"It's me, open the door."

After a while, the door opened.

The chubby boy turned and went inside.

Luke patted the chubby boy's shoulder, "Linda cares about you too; you acting like this only makes her feel worse."

The chubby boy rubbed his eyes, "Do you also think I shouldn't fight?"

"I really don't want you to fight.

But I know, at your age, it's inevitable to have conflicts in school. But I don't want my little brother to be the one getting beaten up… it's really embarrassing."

"You think I want that? I'm the one getting beaten up, that's even more embarrassing. He was harassing my girlfriend, what could I do?"

Luke thought for a moment, "I'll teach you how to fight."

"What did you say?"

"As long as you're strong and can fight, he won't dare to mess with you, and your problems will be solved."

"Are you really willing to teach me?"

"Of course, but you have to agree to a condition."

"What condition?"

"Don't bully anyone.

But if someone bullies you, beat them up hard."

...

Half an hour later, the family of three sat down and finished their dinner.

Linda looked at her younger son, "Looks like you and your brother had a good chat."

Luke shrugged, "The issue has been resolved."

"Let's hear it."

"I'll help Jack work out, so no one will dare to mess with him."

Linda, seeing her younger son looking hopeful, nodded, "Not a bad idea, he indeed needs to exercise."

"By the way, Mom, did you need me for something?"

"Actually, it's not me who needs you, it's your grandfather."

"What's up with Grandpa?"

"You haven't been attending Family Day recently; he's pretty upset.

He issued an ultimatum: if he doesn't see you soon, you'd better watch out."

"Oh…" Luke had been unaccustomed to participating in Family Day since he had crossed over, "I've been pretty busy, but I'll definitely join after this period."

"I've relayed the message, the rest is up to you," Linda said, her expression suggesting he was on his own.