Luke hung up the phone, returned to the restaurant, and said, "I know some friends at the FBI. I'm planning to visit them, maybe they can help."
"FBI?" Yao Xin spoke with a tremble, the organization gave her a bad impression and instinctual fear, "Are they also investigating Will?"
"No, but their sources are pretty extensive."
Li Zhaonian didn't quite get it, but he had no choice but to rely on Luke, and he was willing to trust him, "Go ahead, we'll wait at the restaurant."
Luke nodded, "Call me if anything comes up."
Li Zhaofeng chased after him, "Luke, take my car, be careful on the road."
"Got it." Luke took the keys and drove off.
The FBI's New York office was also in the Manhattan area, about a ten-minute drive from Chinatown.
Luke drove to the entrance, but the barrier didn't lift.
A bald white old man poked his head out of the booth, asking, "Hey, kid, who are you looking for?"
"FBI New York Office Supervisor, Negan Thomas."
"Who are you?"
"Luke Lee."
