"Thu, you must go there!"

"I have carefully selected the woman. In your Chinese dialect, it is one in a thousand!"

"Oh, my grandfather of China, don't be so stubborn, have a little sacrifice, so that we will have money."

Following the tall figure, Wang Ruhu sent a table of milk tea and coffee. Harold, who had put a band-aid patch, hit his head on his back, covered his red nose, and grinned to the ground.

"Two people use it slowly."

Wang Ruhu politely said to the guests at the table. In the words of the two of them, "So tall!", "So strong... so strong." The man turned his head to look at Harold, who was squatting on the ground, reached out to carry his collar and lifted it up.

"Even if I have money, I still have it. I really think that when I go on a blind date, others will give me the money? I will give it money when I meet, that's a dancer."

"If I had this physique, I...I'll get on!"

"A big guy over there, please come with a pineapple bag, which is made by Uncle Long himself!"

A table of guests in the corner of the store raised their hands and greeted him. Wang Ruhu nodded to the other party, walked to the dining car and picked up a basket of buns. Harold slowly retreated to the door, stopped again, and shouted to the big man who delivered food to others: "Hu, forget it, because of your business, I have a home now, so you haven't thought about being responsible?!"

‘How come this sounds weird?’

When the guests around him looked at him strangely, Wang Ruhu immediately reacted, looked at the Jews at the door with fierce eyes, wishing to rush over and slap him, take a step, and stretched out his hand to remove the apron and put it on the counter, shouting to the kitchen.

"Uncle Long, I have something to do and go out with Harold. You can close the door yourself tonight."

Then he went over and pressed the smiley Harold's neck, grabbed a chicken and walked outside. In the words of Uncle Long, who was poking his head out of the kitchen, Wang Ruhu said as he walked.

"Let's go, let's go, let's continue to talk about it, it seems like we have something shameful! By the way, that woman is really beautiful? Could it be that she was beautiful forty years ago?"

"Will I say yes? That's a real noble daughter."

The two of them walked across the street, one tall and one short, and a figure turned out of a pharmacy in front of them. Seeing the two people coming, Li Lan smiled on her face.

"Ahu, haven't you heard that you are helping in Uncle Long's store? Why are you here?"

One afternoon, the shop helped, and most of the customers were regular customers from Chinatown. Naturally, I also knew that Uncle Long lived in a two-meter-old man in the rental building. I heard that he stayed in the shop to help, so many people came to see him all afternoon, which made Long Xing smiled in front of him.

"If you have something to do, I have to go out." Wang Ruhu glared at Harold who was urging beside him, then laughed and looked at the pharmacy behind the woman.

"Sister Lan, are you sick?"

"I've just gotten off work and passed by here."

The woman pointed to the beauty salon where she worked, and said that she took out a box of external medicine from the bag. She didn't want the little girl to be so squeamish, and she went over and stuffed it directly into the man's hand, stroked a strand of hair to the ear, lowered her hand and folded it in front of her abdomen, and took a step back.

"When I came back, I remembered the injuries on your body and bought you abrasion medicine. The owner said that this medicine will be used once in the morning and evening, and will not leave scars in the future. Although it is a little expensive, it is very useful."

Wang Ruhu looked at the English on the box and said that the effect of the medicine was ordinary phlegm, which was made from domestically produced. However, after changing the packaging, it seemed that he had been cheated.

But he didn't say it out, so as not to let Sister Lan go back and make trouble with others, and she would not be very good for her future life here.

......When you have some money on it, you can make it up for her quietly.

Thinking of it, after chatting with Li Lan for a few words and thanking him, Harold was urged to pull away from Chinatown and took a taxi. It took him a few minutes to get to Fremen Street, which is one of the casino areas in Chicago. Of course, this was introduced by the taxi driver. He thought that the two in the back seat were gamblers from the East.

"Although this place is not as good as Las Vegas, you can bet on anything."

"If you two want to, I have a place that I can take you there for free. Then I'll just report my name to the doorman."

"No."

Wang Ruhu gestured to Harold, who shrugged his shoulders and rejected the enthusiastic taxi driver. Soon, the two got off the bus in the middle of the street. The palms and thick leaves on both sides swayed slightly in the night breeze. There were many people coming and going on both sides of the street. The bars with neon lights flashed, and the nightclubs looked at each other like ghosts passing by at night.

call out!!

A blonde girl who walked past two glanced at her charming eyes, which made Harold whistle at the other party's twisting back. He turned around reluctantly, patted Wang Ruhu's arm, and pointed to a nightclub with various luxury cars parked in front of a door across the street.

"It's there, let's go in quickly. As gentlemen, we can't let the other party wait for a long time."

After buying the roll to enter the venue, the two walked into the two open glass doors and turned over the magnificent walls. The noisy music, people's shouts and laughter covered everything they could hear. Wang Ruhu had a sharp hearing, and in this environment, he felt uncomfortable.

"Ha... over there!"

Harold walked in front and squeezed over and jumped. A few figures were swaying. Wang Ruhu followed him and followed his sight. He saw the detachment there from a distance. There was a very fat black woman sitting there, with big waves curled up, wearing a pink lace skirt, and several round tiles around her waist. She was so fat that she was about to collapse. She seemed to notice Harold's voice, and turned her head to look here. Her thick lips grinned, revealing her white teeth, sitting there like a black bear.

Wang Ruhu was stunned.

‘This is indeed a thousand pounds…’

He looked down at his body. Damn, he was probably even heavier than himself. No matter how calm he was, Wang Ruhu almost couldn't help but run away on the spot.

Suddenly, he grabbed Harold, who was about to say hello, pinched the back of his neck, turned around and carried it out.

"Go back and get rid of you!"

"It hurts... Let go first!" Harold pulled the arm on the back of his neck with both hands, knowing that he couldn't hide it, so he forced a smile: "I've come here, it's okay for one night... Look at how beautiful she smiles, she will definitely be a bright black pearl after losing weight. Tiger. You have to believe my vision of people. I am professional in this regard."

Wang Ruhu reached out and patted him on the top of his head.

"Shut up, I'm afraid that if the lights are turned off, no one will be able to find them."

He casually made an excuse and walked back onto the stone steps of the dance floor. As the two of them dragged and pulled, the noisy music gradually decreased.

Suddenly, a man's words rang out in the microphone.

"Welcome to Spencer's nightclub tonight. I believe you guessed what event is today once a week? Our boxers are ready, what are you waiting for? Spend some small money and buy the winner and lose to spend this exciting night together!"

Wang Ruhu, who was on the stone steps on the couch, stopped, and Harold, who was struggling in his hand, was stunned. The two of them turned around and looked sideways. The dance floor was empty under the security guard's clearance. The dome above, an iron cage ring slowly descended and placed in the middle. The lights shone on the ring. The moment the lights shone on the ring, the surroundings, whether they were locked or the guests standing around, they started to frantically, and some of them were holding up the bills in their hands and waving their hysterical shouting to the stage.

Soon, two white boxers walked into the cage door, and countless shouts and the neon lights shone together. From time to time, people threw weapons in, asking them to pick them up and fight.

"Tiger... does it feel familiar?"

Harold turned his head and looked up at the side of the man next to him. Wang Ruhu looked at the two boxers who were hard to part with indistinguishable punches in the cage, and just said no.

The next moment.

The two looked at each other and slapped their palms tacitly. Harold hurried down to ask how to participate in the cage fight, and then came back with a bitter face.

"Tiger, I'm afraid you'll have to make a little sacrifice tonight... It costs 30,000 US dollars to register. Otherwise, you close your eyes later and swallow this a bit big pearl."

"I have a bad appetite and can't swallow it!"

Wang Ruhu didn't dare to look at the "Black Pearl" over there, and asked Harold to leave the nightclub first, and walked on the street with the cold wind. After a while, he suddenly looked at the Jews who were tightening their necks and walking on one side.
Chapter completed!