Chapter 30 Me, Stephen Lang, make money! (Rewritten)

"Quentin Lance?"

Stephen Lang somewhat accidentally recognized the middle-aged policeman chasing the Asian man. Isn't this Laurel's father?

As the distance between the thief and the police continued to grow, the Asian man, who happened to cross paths with Stephen, got closer and closer to him. Stephen took a step back and watched him go by. The Asian man looked at Stephen arrogantly and smirked, but Quentin Lance was determined not to let the thief escape so easily.

This city, Starling City, is somewhat similar to Gotham City, and not many citizens are willing to help the police.

The Asian man sprinted forward, stealing a quick glance at Stephen as he ran. Stephen smiled and leaned forward on his left foot. The running Asian man leaned forward and was instantly sent flying, gliding for a long distance before coming to a stop on the ground.

The surrounding citizens fell into silence.

No one expected this cheerful teenager to take such action.

Quentin Lance was initially stunned, but after a few seconds, he hurried to catch up and handcuffed the Asian man, expressing his gratitude to Stephen at the same time. "Thank you for your help."

"It was nothing." Stephen smiled brightly and watched Quentin Lance escort the blood-stained Asian man away. Well, this definitely qualifies as a dramatic turn of events.

While the two were conversing, a panting woman in professional attire approached from behind and addressed Quentin Lance with gratitude, "Thank you, thank you so much. There are very important legal files in this bag. If they had been lost, it would have been a big problem."

"If you want to thank someone for catching that thief, thank this guy. Without his willingness to assist, you might not have gotten your bag back today." Quentin Lance handed over the bag and scanned the surroundings.

The pedestrians around them lowered their heads and quickened their pace, as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you very much for your help, sir." The woman in professional attire retrieved a business card from her bag and solemnly handed it to Stephen. "My name is Anna Loring, and I am a lawyer. If you ever need assistance in legal matters, feel free to call me anytime."

"Okay." Stephen took the business card and turned to Quentin Lance. "Ahem, can I borrow your phone? I had an appointment to meet someone, but now..."

"Certainly." Quentin Lance eagerly handed over his phone.

Stephen thanked him with a smile, took the phone, turned around, and dialed Laurel's number. After a few rings, he heard Laurel's somewhat puzzled voice on the other end.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing much, just a reminder that we had plans to meet today. You haven't forgotten, have you?" Stephen asked in a relaxed tone.

"It's you! Why do you have my dad's phone? What have you done to him? I already agreed to your terms. Why are you...?" Laurel, recognizing Stephen's voice, remembered his threat from yesterday. She was now speaking to him again, using her dad's phone, and she sounded panicked.

"My dear, don't be upset. Let's meet at the previously discussed location, shall we? It's still the same place. I can be there in about half an hour." Stephen spoke softly before ending the call and returning the phone to Quentin Lance. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Quentin Lance took the phone back with a smile, unaware that he had just used his own phone to threaten his daughter.

"Can I go now?" Stephen asked.

"Of course."

Stephen politely bid farewell to Quentin Lance and Anna Loring and left.

Twenty minutes later...

In front of the Queen's Steels and Plant factory gate, Laurel, with an anxious expression, spotted Stephen and hurriedly approached him.

"What have you done to my father?"

Stephen chuckled softly. "Nothing much, dear. I just happened to run into your father this morning. I helped him catch a bag thief. By the way, I used his phone to contact you."

"Is that all?" Laurel was skeptical.

"Absolutely, dear. You can confirm if you give him a call." Stephen spoke casually.

Laurel hesitated and dialed her dad's number. After a few seconds, she heard a busy and noisy voice on the other end.

"Do you need something? I'm busy here."

"No, it's okay."

"Then hang up first." Quentin Lance ended the call before Laurel could utter another sentence. About to put the phone in his pocket, Quentin Lance subconsciously checked the call records. There were no unknown numbers. The last call was from his daughter's number. "Did he delete it after the call?"

Quentin Lance muttered absentmindedly, put away the phone, and resumed his busy activities.

"There's a lesson to be learned here, dear. Remember not to be so gullible in the future. If a villain uses the phone of someone you know to call you, make sure to confirm the situation first. Don't be foolish and rush into things." Stephen looked at Laurel, who put away the phone with a sigh of relief.

Stephen felt that if someone sent her a message saying, 'I, Stephen, bring money!', she might actually follow it.

"You never know what you'll do," Laurel murmured silently to herself.

"By the way, did you bring the money?" Stephen suddenly asked.

"Right here, take it."

"Follow me." Stephen patted her shoulder and led the way.

After walking for about ten minutes, Stephen took her to a hotel room.

"Why are we here?" Laurel asked suspiciously.

"Why discuss matters outside when we can just open the door to the room? Unless you prefer staying outside, I don't mind."

Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex