Half an hour ago, at Natasha's house.
A black Dodge car parked by the roadside, and Little Black and Port got out of the car.
Little Black glanced around, "Buddy, this case is not ordinary. Follow my lead and be smart."
Port patted his cheek, "Have you ever seen such an old rookie?"
Little Black said, "Rookies aren't defined by age. If I ran for Great Commander now, I'd be called a rookie too."
Port laughed, "Haha, you're already planning for retirement."
Little Black said, "Would you vote for me?"
"Of course, you're better than two old men who trip while walking."
"Haha..."
During their conversation, they arrived at Natasha's front door.
Little Black looked around again, the explosion at the Jujutsu Club still leaving him on edge, and he cautioned, "If you hear any unusual noises or see me run, you run too."
Port said seriously, "I will."
Little Black knocked on the door, "Thud, thud."
No one responded, Port took out his gun, "I'll check the back door."
