PART 68

After waiting for less than half an hour, there was a knock on the door of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Jason walked over cautiously, peering through the peephole.

A woman stood outside the door, dressed in a black trench coat, a baseball cap, a mask, and sunglasses.

Despite the figure and some subtle features on her face, Jason still recognized that it was Belmod standing outside.

As expected of a big star, she was very cautious when she went out.

Jason suddenly had a mischievous idea. He opened the door and looked at Belmod curiously: "Sorry, miss, I don't need room service."

Belmod was initially taken aback by the stranger in front of her. She took two steps back before staring at Jason's face carefully.

After a while, Belmod sneered: "Hmph! Don't show off your inferior makeup skills in front of me."

Jason was surprised. His current appearance was vastly different from his own, and Belmod was still able to recognize him. She truly deserved to be called a witch with a thousand faces.

Turning to let her into the room, Belmod walked in and saw Harley sitting on the sofa in his pajamas, peeling fruit.

Belmod's face looked a little uneasy, but she quickly regained her composure.

Are you Dr. Harleen Quinzel, the former special criminal psychologist at Long Island Prison in New York?" Belmod asked, staring at Harleen.

"Yes. May I ask who you are?" Harley replied and walked over to her.

Unfortunately, Belmod's height was close to 1.8 meters, while Harley was only 1.7 meters tall, making her half a head shorter than Belmod. Both of them had long pale blond hair and stood together like sisters.

Belmod looked Harleen up and down and turned to look at Jason, shaking her head. "Your standards of playing with women have dropped again.

Jason pouted and refused to comment on her words.

Harleen frowned, narrowed his eyes, and threatened, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Belmod smacked her lips in disdain, "The face is okay, but the legs are too short."

Pfft!

Jason couldn't help but laugh.

Harley's legs are not really short, but compared to Belmod's long legs, which are almost 4 feet long, they do look a bit unsightly.

When Harleen heard this, he completely lost it.

His eyes were full of anger, and he clenched his small fists.

"Alright!"

Jason quickly stepped in, grabbed Harley's arm, and looked at Belmod with displeasure, "I didn't ask for your opinion on my girlfriend's figure."

Belmod glared at him with a slightly angry expression.

"Okay, if you have something to say, just say it. I have something to do this afternoon."

After finishing her sentence, she took off her windbreaker and tossed it onto the sofa, sat down with her long, white legs up, took out a slim lady's cigarette from her purse, and lit it.

"Phew…"

She took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke gently.

Belmod was a heavy smoker, and she had formed this habit since childhood.

Jason pulled Harley to sit across from her and said straightforwardly, "We're all acquainted here, so I'll just come out and say it. Money has been a bit tight lately, and with New York under martial law again, I came to Los Angeles to see if there's any way to make some cash."

"Kingpin has billions in assets. After you offed him, you're short on cash?"

Mentioning this matter caused a pang of heartache for Jason. "Uh... due to some special circumstances, I didn't get a penny of Kingpin assets."

"Really?" Belmod couldn't help but laugh. "It's just stupid to come out looking for money, and you're just busy doing work for nothing."

Hearing this, Harley was about to explode in anger but was held back by Jason.

"That's why I came to Los Angeles to find you. The clown organization is a startup, and there are many places where money is needed."

Belmod pondered for a moment before extinguishing two-thirds of her cigarette.

"If your organization is in such dire need of money, why don't you move to Los Angeles?" she suggested.

Jason laughed and retorted, "You mean I should join forces with you?"

Belmod shrugged, "Why not? Bring your entire organization to Los Angeles and I'll make you the second-in-command of my organization. You love Scotch whiskey, don't you?"

Jason didn't hesitate to refuse, "I'm sorry, I don't submit to anyone."

Belmod retorted angrily, "Then why did you grovel under Kingpin's rule for so many years?"

"Kingpin is dead now, and he died a tragic death!" Jason said. "And what you just suggested is precisely what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Hmph! You're being unrealistic," Belmod sneered. "I gave you a chance three years ago, but you refused."

"The timing was wrong three years ago. There was no way to resist Kingpin at that time," Jason explained, thinking about how he had suffered for so long because of the flawed justice system.

"The timing is still wrong. New York is under martial law, and you're the most wanted criminal in the United States. If I follow you to New York, I'll end up dead," Belmod replied coolly.

Okay, I don't want to argue with you about this. You will understand later," Jason said, disliking meaningless arguments. He redirected the conversation back to the topic at hand. "Tell me, is there any way to make a fortune in Los Angeles recently?"

Belmod replied, "Los Angeles is full of ways to make a fortune, but just the two of you can't do anything."

Jason smiled and reminded her kindly, "You are the hottest star in the United States, and you must know a lot of wealthy people. Are there any wealthy individuals who have been away from home recently and happen to have a lot of cash hidden at home?"

Belmod was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Stealing? A little trick from over ten years ago. Don't you feel ashamed to resort to it now?"

"Don't be ashamed! I'm a very practical person. Whether it's cheating or stealing, as long as I can make money, I'll do anything."

"Oh, you're really not picky," Belmod quipped. She lit another cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and pondered for a moment.

"Don't look!" Harley suddenly covered Jason's eyes.

A few minutes later, Belmod had a strange smile on her face. "Yes, I found a way to make a fortune."

Jason quickly asked, "What's the plan?"

"You ever heard of Avril?" Belmod inquired.

"Of course, she's the hottest singer in America," Jason replied.

"Well, here's the deal. Kidnap her and demand a ransom from her family. She's super rich, so you'll make a lot of money," Belmod proposed.

Jason frowned, "Kidnap Avril? Did you have a conflict with her and now you're using me as a pawn?"

Belmod scoffed, "Don't forget who I am. If I had a conflict with her, do you think she'd still be alive?"

Jason sneered, "Your crow organization is only three years old, and there can't be many people who can handle major tasks. You can't do it yourself to avoid suspicion. Is that reason good enough?"

Belmod's expression froze, "Didn't you want me to join the Joker? How can I trust you without seeing your strength?"

She continued, "I'm not asking you to do it, but if you want my introduction, then that's my condition."

With that, she tossed her cigarette and prepared to leave.