Luke himself was riding a Harley motorcycle, he hadn't ridden in a while, so it was refreshing.

After entering the Palisades Community, Li Zhaofeng reduced his speed, and his first impression was that the community had a beautiful environment and a very high green space ratio.

Along the way, he saw quite a few animals, not knowing whether they were wild or community-fed.

Pedestrians out for early morning exercise appeared frequently, mostly Chinese and White, occasionally Indian.

Luke rode ahead on the Harley, leading the way, then lowered the motorcycle speed and parked by the roadside.

Li Zhaofeng also signaled a right turn and parked the car by the roadside.

Luke took off his helmet, pointed to the yard on the right side, and said, "Dad, this is the villa."

Li Zhaofeng scanned the surroundings; the villa's location was excellent, surrounded by tall trees whose branches and leaves shielded the building inside, providing great privacy.

The father and son entered the yard, which was expansive, simply laid out with green lawns, tall trees, and a wooden building.

Li Zhaofeng was satisfied with everything but the house, which was somewhat shabby; whether renovating or rebuilding would require quite a bit of money.

However, considering the villa's price was still quite reasonable, not to mention the villa could be bought for an ultra-low price of three million US Dollars, compared with this house's estimated price of nine million US Dollars, it's not expensive.

Li Zhaofeng checked the average home prices for this community, all around ten million US Dollars.

And Zhou Tiansheng's villa, whether in terms of size or location, was relatively good within this community.

If the house was new, the price would be at least over ten million.

Being cheaper by one million covers the cost of self-building a house.

Luke's plan was undoubtedly to live there himself; building a house he likes, even though it's a bit of effort and time, is worthwhile.

Luke asked, "Dad, what do you think?"

Li Zhaofeng laughed, "Quite good, get the money ready."

Luke also chuckled, "OK, then I'm off to work; I'll leave the house purchase preparations to you."

Li Zhaofeng reminded, "Don't forget to schedule a meeting with your lawyer later."

"Understood." Luke mounted the motorcycle and waved goodbye to his father.

Li Zhaofeng stood roadside watching the Harley ride away, glanced at the Mercedes G500, and took another look at the tree-lined yard, feeling somewhat sentimental.

His son taking this step wasn't easy, has he crossed social classes?

Luke's success wasn't just due to wealth; on the contrary, it was his success that brought wealth.

Li Zhaofeng had been keenly following Los Angeles news; though the supermarket shooting case isn't complicated, due to the suspect live-streaming the killings and the high death toll, the nature of the case was extremely vile, having significant impacts across the US and globally.

Luke being able to become the specific person responsible and investigator for the case represents many things.

Li Zhaofeng was well aware that he needn't fear discrimination in this city nor being bullied by gangsters.

Luke's current status could bring substantial influence to the family.

The Chinese aren't lacking in business acumen and diligence; what they lack is a relatively fair, safe, and stable development environment.

With Luke's influence in Los Angeles, even if he doesn't actively step up, nobody dares to bring trouble to their door.

To be honest, if one day the Li family were not doing well in New York, they'd probably come to Los Angeles to seek Luke's help.

Fortunately, the Li family doesn't have anyone particularly adept at scheming, and they haven't had any similar thoughts yet.

Li Zhaofeng hadn't brought up this idea with the family either.

In his view, assistance should be mutual, not burdening his son with a group of liabilities.

The best approach is for the son to provide protection to the family while the family can benefit him in return, forming a more stable relationship.

Just can't let his son suffer losses.

...

Novis Hospital, Room 307.

A white youth of about seventeen or eighteen lay on the hospital bed, his left wrist and ankle cuffed to the bed, right wrist and ankle bandaged, making him look bizarre, even somewhat comical.

It was hard to connect this youthful-looking teenager with the heinous shooting case suspect.

"Creak..." The door of the room was pushed open from outside.

Luke and Jackson entered the room.

Brown Bryant glanced at them without any reaction.

Luke greeted him proactively, "Hi, buddy, how's your recovery going?"

Brown Bryant still didn't respond.

Luke pulled a chair to sit by the bed, "Your mom has been in contact with the police, asking about your condition. She cares about you, if you're unwilling to talk to us, I could invite her over for you two to chat."

Brown Bryant reacted, speaking decisively, "No need, I don't want to see her."

Luke continued, "Once you reach my age, you'll realize that the ones who care the most about you are your parents."

Brown Bryant sneered, "Save your speeches! They won't work on me.

I know why you're here, and I know I won't ever be released from prison in this lifetime. Whether I assist you in investigations or not doesn't affect me.

So, why don't you leave? I don't want to talk, I don't want to see anyone right now."

Luke didn't refute, nor did he leave immediately, instead he walked further into the room, "Seems like you're feeling a bit down, could it be because the room's too stuffy? I'll open some windows for you, might be more comfortable."