"Go ahead," Keller said.
"Could you continue gathering information about Jake Dell?" Roy asked.
Keller looked at Roy with curiosity.
"Roy, why are you so interested in Jake?"
Roy thought for a moment, feeling it was okay to tell Keller. She had a strong sense of justice, and knowing the reason would definitely make her more dedicated.
"I suspect Jake is a cult member and is planning a terrorist attack!"
"A terrorist attack?"
Hearing this, Keller's expression immediately turned serious.
"Roy, are you sure? This isn't an ordinary accusation!"
"I'm about eighty percent sure!"
Keller knew Roy wouldn't joke about something this important.
"Alright, I'll find a way to collect information on Jake Dell. I'll contact you if I find anything significant!"
Roy nodded.
"Keller, you need to be careful too. Jake's people definitely won't give me as much time to save you as the dark web guys did!"
"I understand. I'm not in a state to take risks right now anyway."
After dinner, Roy chatted with Keller for a while longer before saying goodbye.
Sultana drove her own car, so she went straight home.
Mary drove Roy's car and dropped him off at the Dolphin Hotel before walking back to her dorm at UCLA.
The Dolphin Hotel wasn't too far from the UCLA campus; it was just a short walk away.
"Mary, you don't need to come all the way here to take care of me tomorrow."
Hearing this, Mary bit her lip and looked at Roy with tearful eyes.
"Roy, do you dislike me now?"
Roy was completely confused, not knowing why Mary would think that.
"Of course not! I'm just worried you'll be too tired from going back and forth!"
"I just want to come and take care of you!"
As she said this, Mary's face flushed red.
Roy scratched his head. Since Mary had already said that, he didn't want to say much more.
"Then, how about I drive you back to campus? It's not very safe at night lately!"
"But your health..."
"It's just a few minutes' drive. I can still manage."
"Okay!"
After dropping Mary off and returning to his hotel suite, Roy found the living room completely dark.
That was strange. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. Had Heather and Penny already gone to sleep?
Just then, Roy noticed a sliver of light coming from under the bedroom door.
What was this...?
Roy pushed open the bedroom door and saw several candles lit in the room, casting a dim light. However, Roy could still clearly see three plump women: Heather, Penny, and Dahlia.
They were all wearing simple, plain clothes, the kind that looked very poor.
Without guessing, Roy knew this had to be Penny's idea again!
He could imagine Penny suggesting some playful antics with Heather, but he hadn't expected Dahlia to join in.
In Roy's memory, Dahlia had always been quite conservative. Even when they played poker last time, she stuck to very traditional rules.
"What are you all doing?"
Penny nudged Heather. This little girl loved coming up with ideas but didn't like being the one to take the lead, always making Heather the representative.
However, as soon as Heather opened her mouth, she spilled the beans on Penny.
"Penny said she wanted to help you relax!"
Roy's expression was odd. Three women in one night? How was that relaxing?
Besides, he was still injured and didn't have the energy for that!
Penny saw the thoughts in Roy's mind, walked over, hugged his arm, and pulled him to sit on a single sofa in the bedroom.
"Roy, don't worry! Tonight, you just need to enjoy yourself. We'll take care of everything else!"
Could there really be such a good thing?
Roy looked at Dahlia.
"Dahlia, is that what you think too?"
Dahlia was already incredibly shy, but she still looked at Roy with a firm gaze.
"Mmm!"
Roy smiled, sat down comfortably on the sofa, and prepared to see what tricks the three women had up their sleeves.
First, Heather and Penny gently helped Roy remove his armor. Then, they started encouraging Dahlia. It seemed Dahlia would be the first opponent tonight.
Dahlia was still a bit shy, especially with Roy sitting on the sofa with his chin resting on his hand, scrutinizing her with a strange look.
However, with Penny's soft encouragement, Dahlia walked up to Roy and began her performance.
At twelve o'clock, Dahlia got dressed and left the suite. She had to return to her own room, worried that her daughter would wake up in the middle of the night and cry if she couldn't find her.
As for Heather and Penny, they had already washed up and were now hugging Roy from either side.
"Roy, how does it feel?"
Heather drew circles on Roy's chest with her finger.
"Absolutely wonderful!"
Even the enjoyment of an emperor couldn't be better than this!
So, Roy's mood was incredibly wonderful right now, but he was also a bit curious about how Heather and Penny had managed to convince Dahlia.
"Penny, what was the deal with Dahlia?"
"It had nothing to do with me! Dahlia approached me herself, saying she wanted to repay you! Then I came up with this idea!"
Okay, so that's what happened.
Penny definitely played some role in it, Roy thought, seeing Heather giggling secretly beside him.
But this was a good thing. After tonight, Dahlia would definitely feel more integrated into Roy's family.
"Well done, Penny!"
Getting Roy's praise made Penny as proud as a child who had received a "Three Good Student" certificate at the end of the semester.
Hearing this, Heather also wanted to get Roy's praise.
"Roy, what about me?"
As soon as she spoke, Roy remembered the work he had arranged a few days ago.
"Heather, how's the studio situation?"
"I asked Attorney Nord to handle it. He's already completed the studio's registration in Utah and will be able to fax over the documents and everything tomorrow!"
Did that mean the FEA's more than ten million dollars would be arriving soon?
Roy couldn't help but kiss Heather.
"You did a great job too!"
After chatting for a while longer, the three of them turned off the lights and went to sleep.
This time, Roy finally didn't continue dreaming about the hallway outside Room 1408 and slept soundly until dawn.
In the following days, Roy rested at the Dolphin Hotel to recover from his injuries. By the weekend, his body had basically recovered to eighty or ninety percent.
Keller's investigation was progressing steadily. Her former classmates mostly worked in the media industry in Los Angeles and had exceptionally strong connections, so the investigation into Jake was moving very quickly.
From Keller, Roy learned that Jake Dell had joined some kind of religious order before his wife passed away.
So, Jake's change wasn't after his wife's death, but before it.
What was even more chilling was that Jake's wife had originally been diagnosed with a benign tumor, not the cancer Andy had mentioned.
It could have been cured with surgery, but Jake kept delaying the surgery for his wife and instead often took her on shows to play the sympathy card.
It wasn't until his wife's condition started to worsen that Jake finally sent her to the hospital, but by then it was too late.
Unfortunately, Keller still hadn't found out which religious order Jake had joined. The order seemed very mysterious with very few followers.
This didn't match the Beelzebub Order that Roy knew about. Could it be another evil cult organization?
However, Sultana had already confirmed through Customs that Jake had indeed not traveled abroad. This guy was just hiding in Los Angeles City.
Gerald, who had been away on a business trip, hadn't returned in the past few days, which had slowed down Roy and their investigation progress.
They didn't know what the heck this guy was doing. They couldn't reach him by phone, and they couldn't find him anywhere.
Roy was starting to suspect if Gerald had been in a helicopter accident and gone to respawn.
Okay, probably not. Otherwise, the FEA would definitely have issued an obituary.
The arrival of the weekend also meant that the elimination rounds of the Santa Monica Cup would officially begin.
"Mr. Blake, I've already got the information on your first-round opponent. Would you like to take a look?"
"Sure, let's see it."
Picking up the thin stack of documents Allen handed him, Roy saw that his opponent was a muscular, bronze-skinned bald man who looked quite old.
"Huh, another middle-aged guy?"
"No, that guy just looks old. He's a student at the University of San Francisco, mixed race – Black and Native American. He's quite strong, so you better be careful!"
Roy was a bit surprised. This guy was actually a student. Looking at the detailed information on the document, he really was only 20 years old.
Looking like he was 40 at the age of 20? That was way too rushed!
"Mr. Blake, you don't look very healthy. Are you sick?"
Allen noticed that Roy's complexion was rather pale, with a hint of sickness.
"No, I just didn't sleep well last night. I'm fine."
Actually, Roy's complexion had improved a lot. A few days ago, his face had been as white as paper, looking like a seriously injured person.
If Allen had seen Roy then, he would definitely have advised him to withdraw.
"Alright then, why don't you take this time to rest and recover? I'll call you when the match starts."
"Thank you, Mr. Berger!"
Entering the elimination rounds, the organizers of the Santa Monica Cup finally decided to spend some money to build some seating for the audience, instead of just having a few bare rings.
This would give the live audience a better viewing experience.
However, the organizers of the Santa Monica Cup definitely hadn't expected this year's competition to attract so many spectators. The seating was completely full, and even the specially reserved aisles were packed with people.
There was no other way; the organizers had to hire more security to maintain order, otherwise, if something went wrong, he would be held responsible.
Of course, the Santa Monica Cup's popularity also attracted the attention of certain groups to this piece of the pie, namely gambling, which was basically inseparable from sports competitions.
Roy had heard about this from Mary. Apparently, even UCLA students were participating in off-site betting on the Santa Monica Cup.
"Roy, it's your turn!"
Allen's voice interrupted Roy's thoughts. He stood up, took off his jacket, and walked out of the tent the organizers had set up for the fighters to prepare.
A huge cheer pierced the night sky as Roy walked through the crowd like a superstar.
Because of his handsome looks and flashy fighting style, after five matches, Roy had already become the most popular boxer in the Santa Monica Cup.
Even the local newspapers in Los Angeles had started writing news about Roy.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it's the first round of the Santa Monica Cup, the second heavyweight amateur boxing match! The two competitors are 'Rocky' Jalen Brooke in the blue corner and 'Grim Reaper' Roy Blake in the red corner! Both of these fighters are very young. Jalen Brooke is 20 years old, and Roy Blake is even younger at just 18 years old. Now, both fighters are ready, the referee is explaining the rules, let's look forward to the performance of these two young athletes."
Even live commentary had been added for the elimination rounds.
After the referee finished explaining the rules, he announced the start of the match.
"The match has begun, let's see what the opening strategies of the two fighters are. Wait! Roy Blake suddenly approaches Jalen Brooke quickly! This is quite different from his previous match strategies! Jalen Brooke is looking for an opportunity to attack, but Roy Blake has dodged it! Beautiful V-shaped sway! What does Roy Blake want to do?
Oh my goodness! One punch! Roy Blake knocked down Jalen Brooke with just one punch! Can Jalen Brooke get back up?"
Of course not!
Roy had already calculated the force. This punch would at least put Jalen Brooke to sleep for a few hours.
After the referee finished the countdown, he directly announced Roy as the winner by knockout.
This match was too fast. Including the referee's countdown, it didn't even last half a minute. Many spectators hadn't even reacted before the match was over.
The main reason was that Roy's body hadn't fully recovered, and he didn't want to fight for too long.
However, the live audience still gave Roy a lot of respect, and the entire arena was chanting his nickname.
Roy raised both hands, waved to the audience, and then stepped off the ring to hug Heather, Penny, Dahlia, and Mary.
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