Chuck said with annoyance, "I'm busy, send Nia back to me!"

Jimmy was silenced by the rebuke, "I'll talk about that later. I was robbed by two black kids in the Bronx, the patrol officers have caught them and are ready to send them back, but I don't have time to go back for a statement right now, as we're swamped with cases here. Could you handle it for me?"

"Give your phone to the patrol officer," Chuck didn't refuse; he knew what case Jimmy was working on.

Jimmy handed his phone to the officer. With someone inside the department causing trouble, Jimmy stood and gave a brief statement to the officer, about the robbery and also an additional charge for concealed possession of a controlled blade, as Mafia switchblades are prohibited from being carried concealed.

Speaking of which, Jimmy had always wanted to get his hands on a Mafia switchblade, but he hadn't found a good source to acquire a high-quality one. The ones sold in underground shops were of really poor quality.

With the situation resolved, the officers took the two unlucky kids back for processing, and Jimmy returned to roaming the sidewalk. Today's objective was to spend some time and observe the surroundings more. Jimmy didn't believe he would encounter the murderer, but with no leads left, he might as well do his duty and leave the rest to fate.

After walking around for a while, Jimmy found a roadside café, grabbed a quick meal, and sat inside drinking coffee while looking out the window to pass the time. He didn't fancy walking around all night. He was already fairly familiar with the surrounding blocks and had used Heart Eye Observation to notice some unsavory scenes, such as a crowd gathering in a residential building around a long table with several people surrounding it, an all-too-familiar sight of people playing cards.

Dealing with the Bronx was simply unfeasible; it was too chaotic and also fell under Ruiz's gang-related affairs. Jimmy couldn't just go meddling in their business, so he let them be.

Just as he was resting, Jimmy's phone rang. It was from Chuck.

Chuck: "Jimmy, where are you?"

Jimmy: "In the Bronx; what's up?"

Chuck: "Another taxi driver assault, near Flushing in Queens. The suspect stabbed the driver with a knife, stole his wallet and phone, then ran off. The driver struggled onto the street and called for help, and someone reported it and he was taken to the hospital."

Jimmy was speechless: "Chuck, this is just a common case of a taxi driver being robbed, we have dozens a year, it's not related to our current case."

Chuck: "It might seem unrelated from our standpoint, but the New York Taxi Drivers Association just contacted us; if we don't provide an explanation, they're going to hold a press conference soon."

Jimmy: "Fxxk! Can't those association folks give us a break? Chuck, have your people started pursuing the suspect?"

Chuck: "The patrol officer at the scene has already deployed a unit to pursue, but there's no news yet. Do you want to come take a look?"

Jimmy: "Inform the patrol officer on site, I'll need at least half an hour to get there, traffic doesn't look too good in this area."

Chuck: "Understood."

Jimmy ran back to the parking lot, drove towards Queens, and in the dead of night, he had to follow up on a case, his mind ablaze.

Having a tough time getting to Flushing, Jimmy first went to the location of the taxi driver's robbery. The scene wasn't cleared yet, the police had cordoned off the taxi and where the driver had fallen. After showing his credentials, Jimmy got some information from the police.

The suspect was a black man in a hoodie, who was wearing his hood when he ran, so bystanders didn't get a clear look at his face. But a black man was a sore thumb in Flushing, an area predominantly populated by Asians, so the pursuing officers were quickly directed by passersby.

Jimmy cursed the culprits internally. This had nothing to do with racism; if these people weren't around, public safety would improve by more than half. The majority of crimes were related to them. Often when a crime occurred, the first thing that came to mind was the skin color.

This black man wasn't bright, choosing to rob in Chinatown, where over 95% of the population was Asian. Where did he think a black man could hide? Moreover, the fact that he stabbed a Chinese driver... If his brain was waterlogged, he'd better put it in the dryer, wasn't it just a decoration on the neck?

"Has Evidence Response come to collect fingerprint evidence yet?" Jimmy asked the police officer at the scene.

"Not yet, they were off duty, they are rushing over."

"Notify Detective Chuck at the Detective Division of any results; how's the pursuit going over there?"

Jimmy turned and left; his car was parked here, and he asked the NYPD personnel to keep an eye on it. Driving to pursue in Flushing was impractical due to the busy traffic—it was better to go on foot. He had confirmed with the police staying behind; it was only two blocks away, not a big issue.

Jimmy reached the police gathering spot, a small marketplace. Although it was late at night, there were still quite a few people around, and several police officers were guarding the entrances, with four more having entered the market for a check.

After inquiring about the situation and inspecting the onlookers and the environment, Jimmy stepped beside an uncle who was looking on from the doorway of a shop. He took out a cigarette and offered it before asking in Mandarin, "Uncle, may I ask, who's in charge of this market?"

The uncle hadn't expected to encounter anything while watching the commotion. He sized up Jimmy, "Young man, where did you come from?"

Jimmy shook his head with a smile, "I'm not an immigrant, but my ancestral home is Henan."

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