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"I may be a few days late before I can get back to New York." Back in the box, Jack's sudden decision made the other FBI officers look at him sideways.

"I'm just helping Officer Ma with a small case as a reward for his previous help to us." He gave the excuse he had just discussed with Ma Xidao, his tone sounding nonchalant.

Jubal frowned. "Without official authorization for action, you have no law enforcement authority here."

"I know. I will follow the rules. Besides, this is still Officer Ma's case. It's just that because it involves foreigners, I can help him avoid some unnecessary trouble."

Jack smiled and waved his hands. "I will participate in this case as a consultant to ensure that the credit does not fall on others. Officer Ma helped us a lot before. When something like this happens, we at the FBI always have to express our gratitude."

Everyone asked a few more questions, but when they heard that it was just a small street drug trafficking case, they lost interest.

After all, the drug trafficking cases they had dealt with before were all at least in the hundreds of kilograms level, and the time they cooperated with the NYPD, they seized nearly three tons in one go, which was the pinnacle of anti-drug operations in recent years.

Besides, everyone can see the security situation in South Korea. Compared with the United States, it is simply a paradise. This can be seen from the equipment of the local police. Ordinary patrol officers rarely carry guns, and not everyone has a Taser.

Only Jubal and Clay were still a little worried. After all, they roughly knew the main source of drugs on the Korean market, and they couldn't help but worry that Jack had accidentally stirred up a hornet's nest.

But when they heard that the poison came from Neon next door, they no longer had anything to worry about.

One has the world's largest "US military overseas base" and is known as the "military paradise", and the other is the country with the largest number of US military bases. As long as Jack doesn't mess with his own military, then the "motherland" will always be his strongest backing.

Only Hannah pouted her lips unhappily, obviously realizing that Jack was having fun without her, but there was nothing she could do about it.

This time it's a business trip, and we'll all return together when the case is over. If only one person stays behind, is it because of something? If only two stay behind, is it a honeymoon or something else?

So Jack's plane ticket was temporarily refunded, and the Korean house he rented before was renewed for another week. The official statement was that he would stay here to assist the South Korean side in handling the extradition of Li Jianyu and complete the final work.

To be on the safe side, Jack also called Rossi, and later an official application would be submitted to Prosecutor Kim Junho.

As long as the case in Ma Xidao's hands can be linked to foreigners in the slightest, Jack's identity as a temporary consultant from the FBI can be directly confirmed.

"OK, tell me what you are going to do?" After everything was done, the FBI members went back to their residence to rest. Jack and Ma Xidao stood at the door of the hot pot restaurant, and seeing that he was still a little dazed and had not come to his senses, they patted his shoulders with amusement.

"Although, but, Asiba, this country is really infuriating." Ma Xidao rubbed his head irritably. Although he knew that Jack was helping him, the whole process was so smooth that he couldn't be happy at all.

Although most Koreans would comfort themselves that Americans are bodyguards they paid to help them resist the threat from their brother in the north.

But anyone who has a little common sense knows that this country has always been a semi-colonial and semi-feudal freak. It is nothing more than replacing the feudal lords with chaebols.

The ups and downs of the chaebols have nothing to do with ordinary people. It is the United States, the emperor, who is manipulating everything behind the scenes and not allowing any force the opportunity to threaten its actual rule over the country.

For example, the Samsung Group, which Koreans call an inseparable part of their lives from birth to death, is not a complete entity in itself. The Lee family, which seems to control the group through cross-holdings, actually only holds 2% of the total share capital of the group's major companies, while more than 80% of the shares are held by Wall Street.

"Of course we should start from the 'Orange Club'." Ma Xidao's words startled Jack, and it took him several turns to realize that it was the "Orange Club" that the nightclub stamp he had found on the back of the deceased's hand pointed to.

All right, orange is orange, it's just one word anyway. But Jack looked at his clothes and couldn't help but frowned, "Are you going to go to the nightclub dressed like this?"

"What's wrong?" Ma Xidao looked at himself in his loose blue and white striped sportswear, and then looked at Jack, who was also not dressed well, with some confusion.

It is impossible to wear formal clothes when eating hot pot, because he is afraid of being contaminated by the smell. Jack just put on a T-shirt casually and even put his gun in the ankle holster. He pointed at his face and said, "I can get in with this face, but you definitely can't get in."

"Asibaba, my appearance is very popular among girls, right?" Ma Xidao muttered dissatisfiedly, and the fat on his face trembled twice in dissatisfaction, but he finally chose to compromise.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and change my clothes. Here's the address, we'll meet at the door later." He tore off a piece of paper and handed it to Jack, then drove home to dress up.

An hour later, in Gangnam District, Jack, wearing a casual suit, appeared at the entrance of the bustling "Orange Club".

This nightclub was obviously a well-known one. There was a long queue at the door, and several burly security guards stood there like door gods.

The rules of Korean nightclubs are similar to those in the United States. Admission is entirely decided by security, with the reason being to control the number of people entering. In fact, it mainly depends on the guest's appearance and attire.

Young ladies with hot bodies, good looks and cool clothes are naturally the better. Young, handsome and fashionably dressed young men are also very popular.

In most cases, the security guards only look at the guests' appearance and makeup. It's okay if their clothes are a bit weird. The Gothic style and the Shibuya style popular in neighboring Japan are acceptable. However, the slippers and striped sports shirts and pants that Koreans like to wear when strolling on the street are absolutely prohibited.

In addition, there are age requirements. Minors and uncles and aunts over 35 years old can enter, but they must reserve a VIP seat or a private room upstairs.

At this time, what matters is naturally your financial ability. There is a minimum consumption for booths, and the price of private rooms is naturally higher.

At this time, many young ladies with relatively low looks were stopped at the door and lined up outside, hoping that if there were not many people today, the security guard might be kind enough to let them in after a while, so that they could take a photo to show off on their Moments.

In comparison, the place where someone took Jack to drink before could probably only be described as a cheap KTV.

Jack immediately spotted Ma Xidao, who was looking around in the team. He straightened his coat and walked up to him in the surprised gaze of everyone.