Since Hughes implied it was just a matter of going through the motions, Jimmy didn't need to pay too much attention to Ryan's case or take it over, there were too many homeless deaths with no resolution.

However, it wasn't a total loss for Jimmy. Even though it delayed his off-duty time, he obtained a small bottle of high-concentration Holy Water. This was the first time he got his hands on it, having seen it only at Father Horton's in Dallas before. Though he didn't know how to use it, keeping it was still good.

Jimmy returned to his regular workdays, on standby mode. He also chatted with Nia in the evenings. Recently, there hadn't been too much of an increase in the number of murders in New York. Their detective bureau also returned to a roughly normal work pace, much better than before.

Chuck was also nearing retirement after almost 30 years of service at NYPD. Once he retired, Nia would likely take over their team.

Having someone above makes things easier. Nia was smoothly promoted, switching from overage patrol officer to detective in the shortest time allowed by the rules, much smoother than others. Many people might not even pass the detective exam in two or three years, sometimes getting denied despite applying.

Jimmy sat in the office looking at the information, as usual, going through cases already in the system when nothing was happening. Accumulating lessons from handling various cases allows for considering problems from multiple angles during investigations, helping to avoid issues or overlooked clues.

The phone rang. Jimmy glanced at it and picked it up, "Ruiz, what's up?"

Ruiz: "Do me a favor, accompany me to meet someone."

Jimmy: "Now? Where?"

Ruiz: "Wait for me downstairs, take my car."

Jimmy: "Alright."

Putting on the suit hanging on the rack, Jimmy left the office, of course taking the three guns he always carried, which were standard when going out.

Downstairs, Jimmy saw the Suburban parked by the roadside. The driver's window rolled down, and Ruiz inside waved at Jimmy. Getting in the passenger seat, Jimmy asked, "Hey, new car? When did you switch?"

Ruiz: "It's been some time. We got a batch of new cars, coming in gradually." Ruiz waited for Jimmy to buckle his seat belt before driving away from Federal Square.

Jimmy: "Not bad. Looking at this siren and light panel, are these cars equipped with hidden sirens and lights as standard?"

Ruiz: "Yeah, at least mine has. If you want one, go apply to Dunn."

Jimmy: "Definitely want one, it'd be perfect with a bull bar added."

Ruiz: "You're dreaming. Later, we're meeting Tamara O'Connor, a female, Italian, owner of the Deadly Narcissus Club."

Jimmy: "Hm? What background?"

Ruiz: "Camorra. A shooting happened at a club in Brooklyn the night before last, a customer called the police. But when NYPD arrived at the scene, they found no bodies or bloodstains, likely cleaned up.

The club was backed by the Glory Society. I spoke to their contact in New York, Petra Reski, yesterday. He didn't deny anything, just pointed out who acted. Today we need to extend greetings to the other party."

Jimmy: "Wow, you're busy. Why not let them handle their own matters? We don't need to intervene, right?"

Ruiz: "If they stayed quiet, there wouldn't be so much trouble. The issue is the other side, Tamara O'Connor, is new to New York and already has some disputes with the Glory Society, looks like they won't be quietly focusing on business."

Jimmy: "So this time it's just to say hello? Not bringing anyone back?"

Ruiz: "They cleaned up well, no evidence."

Jimmy: "Then they can completely deny it when you go."

Ruiz: "They'll get the message, calling you over is just for some assurance."

Jimmy: "Alright, hope your talks don't fall apart."

For gangs everywhere, the FBI more or less has data, or rather, many gang profiles are incredibly complete on the FBI side, including bosses, key personnel, etc., but without direct evidence, it's hard to eliminate them through official channels. Often, it relies on intimidation to limit their actions, preventing them from affecting ordinary people and public order.

This is unavoidable. Only when they create serious trouble or take a long time to gather direct evidence can they be thoroughly wiped out.

Ruiz drove all the way to the Upper East Side, stopping in front of a somewhat old-looking building. Jimmy glanced, noticing many people inside, though the exterior had no signage.

Jimmy: "Does the Deadly Narcissus Club have no sign? A members-only underground club?"

Ruiz nodded: "That's right, the club isn't open to the public, but it is legally registered with complete procedures. Let's get out."

Jimmy and Ruiz got out, straightened their suits, and approached the door wearing sunglasses, pressing the doorbell.

Someone from inside, dressed in a suit and appearing like security, opened the door: "Sorry, it's not business hours yet."

Ruiz: "FBI Special Agent Kirk Ruizi, Jimmy Yang, we're looking for Tamara O'Connor."

Security: "Sorry, I don't know who you're speaking of. We're closed, come back tonight." With that, he attempted to shut the door, but Ruiz placed a hand on it, "Would you prefer we come back with a search warrant and SWAT? Go inform her."

The security frowned, "Please wait here at the door."

Ruiz released his hand while the security closed the door and walked inside. Jimmy watched as he went all the way to an office at the back, talked to someone inside, and then returned to the entrance. Someone from the office came out and sat on a curved sofa along the wall in the lobby.

The security opened the door: "Please come in."

Ruiz and Jimmy entered the lobby. A woman sitting on the sofa stood up, waiting for them to approach.

A very attractive, elegant Caucasian woman with long brown hair, seemingly over 40, with noticeable crow's feet.

Ruiz walked over and shook hands with her: "FBI, Kirk Ruizi."

Tamara smiled and said, "Tamara O'Connor, welcome both of you."

Ruiz and Tamara sat on the curved sofa while Jimmy stood not far from Ruiz, hands folded at his abdomen, observing the club's surroundings.

Previously, there were several people here, but when Tamara came out from the office and waved them off, they all left through side corridors and rooms, leaving the lobby empty apart from the security who brought them in.

Tamara looked at Ruiz: "May I ask what brings Agent Ruiz to me?"

Ruiz: "Two days ago, there was a conflict at the EY Club in Brooklyn, and I was told one of the parties was your people."

Tamara: "Sorry, I don't understand what you mean."

Ruiz: "Just a reminder, this is New York, not Italy. Don't bring your mutual conflicts here."

Tamara's expression changed slightly, but soon restored her smile: "I think you might have the wrong person. I'm merely the manager of this club, with no conflicts with others."

Ruiz: "Your club hasn't been open long. I suggest you might want to get familiar with the New York market to make your business better instead of closing shop quickly."

Tamara: "Thank you for your advice, I'll consider it. I have work to handle, so if there's nothing else, I'll excuse myself."

Ruiz stood up: "This was our first meeting, hopefully, we'll have more in the future. Goodbye, Ms. O'Connor."

After speaking, Ruiz turned and left directly, Jimmy following him out.

Outside, the security quickly shut the door, as Jimmy glanced back, the people who had moved away resumed organizing the club's lobby, while Tamara returned to her office and picked up the phone.

Ruiz: "Jimmy, get in, let's head back."

Jimmy nodded, got in the car, and left.

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