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He returned to the antique shop with the two girls. The owner smiled and took out the antique box. Seeing the two girls in silence, he realized they were still processing the events of the day.
Hardy went to his car and put the box in the trunk. Irina looked at Hardy's car with admiration. This man was not only handsome and strong but also owned a luxurious car and had purchased many antiques. To her, he seemed like an ideal catch.
The three of them got into the car. The two girls sat in the back, and Hardy drove through the traffic. Glancing at them through the rearview mirror, Hardy asked, "Are you students from USC?"
"Yes, we're juniors," Irina replied.
"What are you majoring in?"
"I'm studying journalism. My dream is to become a radio host. My friend is majoring in architecture, painting, and sculpture," Irina said.
Hardy looked at Han Yezhen through the mirror. "Do you also like Chinese porcelain? Are you Chinese?"
Irina stayed silent.
Han Yezhen nodded. "Yes, I am Chinese. I not only like Chinese porcelain but also other antiques, such as paintings, calligraphy, embroidery, furniture, jade, and statues. I consider them all to be works of art."
"Why does Mr. Hardy buy porcelain? Do you do it for enjoyment or investment?" Han Yezhen asked.
"I also appreciate Chinese antiques, though I'm not knowledgeable about everything. I only invest in porcelain because it's something I understand," Hardy explained.
As they continued chatting, they soon arrived at USC.
The two girls got out of the car.
"Thank you, Mr. Hardy, for saving us and giving us a ride back," Han Yezhen said gratefully.
"Mr. Hardy, if you ever want to visit USC, feel free to contact me. I'd be happy to show you around," Irina offered enthusiastically.
"Oh, and by the way, we're friends now. You can call me Elaine," Irina added, bending towards the car window.
"Okay, goodbye Elaine, and goodbye Miss Han."
Hardy said his farewells and drove away.
The two girls watched the car disappear before heading into the university. Irina turned to Han Yezhen and said, "Mr. Hardy is so handsome and strong. He took down those punks with ease. If he were to ask me out, I'd definitely say yes."
"You seemed quite interested. Are you sure you'd refuse?" Han Yezhen teased.
"Why not? Pursuing beautiful things is everyone's right, regardless of gender," Irina said proudly.
"I lost my wallet, so you should focus on how we'll manage without it!" Han Yezhen scolded her.
"Oh no! , please adopt me. I might starve this month," Irina whined.
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Hardy returned to his security company, instructing his subordinates to move the boxes to the storage room before heading back to his office. He pondered about the thugs and their affiliations—whether they were part of the Bills Gang or just petty thieves.
He called Big Ivan, who quickly answered, "Ivan, this is Hardy."
"Boss, what can I do for you?" Big Ivan asked respectfully.
"About an hour ago, there was a robbery on Hollywood Commercial Street. Two girls had their bags stolen by a group of thugs. I need you to investigate their origins, find them, retrieve the stolen items, and bring them back."
Hardy then described the gangsters in detail.
"Don't worry, boss. I'll send my people to find them. Even if I have to search all of Los Angeles, I'll get it done," Big Ivan promised confidently.
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Meanwhile, Han Yezhen was also on the phone.
She spoke in Cantonese to Tang Zheng. "Uncle Tang Zheng, I have a favor to ask."
"What's the matter, Yezhen?" Tang Zheng's voice was concerned.
Han Yezhen explained the situation in Hollywood Commercial Street.
"Are you hurt?" Tang Zheng asked urgently.
"I'm fine, but my classmate's bag, which had her living expenses and my recently bought hairpin, was stolen. Can you help us recover them?"
Tang Zheng reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll handle it. I'll make sure everything is returned."
After hanging up, Tang Zheng's expression darkened. Han Yezhen was his master's granddaughter. When she moved to Los Angeles for school, her mother had asked him to take care of her. This incident was unacceptable.
"Leopard!" Tang Zheng called.
A burly man in his thirties entered.
"Brother, what's up?" Leopard asked.
Tang Zheng explained the situation and instructed him, "Take a team to Hollywood. Find these thieves, recover the stolen items, and bring them back. Make them pay for what they did."
"Understood," Leopard said, heading out with more than twenty men and several cars.
Tang Zheng also contacted Bill to get assistance.
Hollywood was under the Bill's Gang's control, and he needed to ensure there were no conflicts.
When Bill answered, Tang Zheng explained the situation. "I need to know if the thieves are affiliated with the Bills Gang. This incident needs to be addressed."
Bill responded seriously, "The Bills Gang doesn't tolerate such low-level criminals. I'll have my men investigate."
Bill was surprised to learn that Hardy was involved. He reached out to Hardy, "Boss, what's going on in Hollywood Commercial Street? The Chinese Gang is looking for those thieves. You should also investigate."
"It's me," Hardy replied simply.
Bill was taken aback. "The boss is involved?"
Hardy clarified, "I was at the commercial street. When a thief tried to steal from a girl, I intervened. The thieves later sought revenge, and I chased them off. I've asked Big Ivan to retrieve the stolen items."
Bill was quick to understand the implications. He organized a search for the thieves and mobilized his entire crew.
The thieves' whereabouts were soon identified. They were hiding out in a slum, surrounded by dozens of Bill's Gang members.
Meanwhile, Leopard arrived at the thieves' hideout but found Bill's men already there. He approached Big Ivan, who had captured the thieves.
"Are you from the Tang Gang?" Big Ivan asked.
"Yes," Leopard confirmed.
"These thieves are already in our custody. Bill's Gang will handle this matter. You don't need to get involved," Big Ivan said.
Leopard was silent for a moment before asking, "Can we have the stolen items returned?"
Big Ivan smiled. "Don't worry. They will be returned."
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