The rooster crowed throughout the cage.

The sun poured into the window frame, and the green and white bills were stroking in the wind, blowing away the bed, the raised bedding moved, and the colorful swords fell to the ground.

Uh ~~

Harold stretched out his arm and stretched his waist, put the money on the ground around him, and how could he describe it as a cool word on his face?

"Sure enough, it feels the same when sleeping in the pile of money."

I got up and walked to the bathroom, brushed back and forth with my toothbrush, and went out of the door to the next door. The door leaf was slightly opened and the bedding was flat, but I couldn't see anyone in the room.

"Have you been to help at Uncle Long's store? So early."

Bang!

Bang!

Hearing a sound like a blacksmith, one after another, Harold looked up at the ceiling, quickly avoided the falling dust, and took the bathroom of the room, rinsed the toothpaste foam, wiped his face, and limped to the rooftop.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the fence beside him, quietly looking at the wooden frame standing up there, an abandoned car door that he got from somewhere was hanging on it, Wang Ruhu hit it one by one, naked on his upper body, and on the raised muscles. The remaining gunshot wounds before showed dense white new skin, and the agitated and stretched muscles. Each time he hit, sweat beads rolled down, fists whistled, and the abandoned car door left behind a series of fists, shocking rust and glass slag kept falling.

"How is it like to retrieve Tagong Prison, Tiger?"

After a while, the waving fists gradually stopped. Wang Ruhu reached out to fix the swaying car door, took the towel on the rack to wipe off the sweat stains on his face, shoulders and neck, and sat aside.

"I found what I wanted to do, my life was a little regular, and I almost made some money. I made a lot of money next weekend, and then I sent it to Professor Harles, so I could recover my memory as soon as possible."

"Then I wish you a speedy recovery in advance!"

Wang Ruhu smiled and clenched his fists to touch the Jew who had known him for many years. Last night, he thought of an idea, but this guy instantly found a way to take advantage of the loophole. Most people would never think that he would have such a strong body as he could continue to fight.

But I think that the nightclubs in Fremen Street would refuse him to enter.

"Ahu!"

At this moment, Uncle Long's voice sounded downstairs. The fat old man stood downstairs with a broom, raised his face and shouted upwards, "A car came outside, saying he was looking for you, come down and take a look."

"Just come!"

After replying, Wang Ruhu looked at Harold on the side, who rubbed his chin, "Maybe he won too much last night, and the other party came to the door, but I don't know who."

"You go and have a look first."

As he said that, Wang Ruhu took the top next to him and put it on his shoulder, went back to the room and took a shower, changed into a newly bought dress, and walked downstairs quickly.

Outside the tea restaurant, Uncle Long stood at the door with a broom, and there were many people surrounding him, looking at the extended luxury cars parked on the street. This kind of thing was enough to attract attention when it was placed, and he couldn't help but gather around and take a photo as a souvenir.

Harold was talking to a white man in a straight suit. Uncle Long heard the footsteps and reminded him. The Jew who was communicating with the other party quickly turned around and saw Wang Ruhu coming up and leaning over.

"It's Caberke Spence, a gangster leader. The nightclub we went to last night and several casinos on Fremen Street were his."

Sure enough, it was because I won too much money last night.

On the way here, Wang Ruhu could probably guess something, so he nodded: "Come here to find us, what are you doing?"

"He sent someone to ask us to talk to his office."

"Then go."

Wang Ruhu was not afraid at all. Besides, he won the right thing last night. Even if he was looking for trouble, he would not send anyone to invite him. Then he looked at the white man. The other party respectfully opened the car door and made a gesture of asking for help.

Just as he was about to enter, behind the onlookers, a woman looked over and squeezed past her. She saw the figure sitting in the car door and shouted quickly.

"Ahu."

Wang Ruhu turned his head, and Li Lan jogged over with a stack of clothes wrapped in transparent packaging, and patted the packaging in her hand, "Look, this is a very suitable size made by Tailor Xu. It's like your physique, which is hard to buy outside. I just sneaked out while there was no customer and went to pick it up, and I'm taking it back for you."

"Thank you, Sister Lan, but now you have to go out if you have something to do." In the open car door, Wang Ruhu reached out and touched the material of the clothes. It was indeed good, and thanked him again, "Go out and come back to wear it after finishing your work."

"Then do you remember what you promised me last time?" The woman took back her clothes and looked at the man with a smile.

"Remember, I'll change it when I come back and I'll show it to Sister Lan."

After chatting for a few more words, the impatient white man closed the car door. Li Lan watched the car drive away, suddenly remembered something, caught up with it two steps, and shouted at the rear of the car.

"When will you come back?"

The words shouted were not heard in the car. Wang Ruhu closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Harold, who was beside him, touched the interior of the seat a few times, and praised it all the way. After the news came out of Chinatown, he came to a high-rise building and stopped. The white man in the co-pilot came down and opened the car door.

"Mr. Wang, and Mr. Harold, please come in!"

The two got out of the car and looked up at the tall building. There were more than fifty floors, and twenty floors on it belonged to Spencer's property.

"In the future, I will also buy a building in the best city in the United States!"

Harold sighed, and Wang Ruhu pulled into the building. There were special people waiting inside, leading them to the 35th floor.

"Please do this."

As soon as he left the elevator, the person who led the way stopped leaving. He spread his hands to lead him. A brown-red wooden door stood at the end of the corridor, with two tall black men guarding there, and then opened the door and stood on both sides.

As the other party looked at him, Wang Ruhu walked into the office inside. The room was spacious, and there were several people standing or sitting. The young man in a blue casual suit was playing with a pen, tilting his head, and his eyes were straight, and there was a black bodyguard standing next to him.

There were several bookcases connected to the dome on the other side of the wall, and the sofa on the side of the coffee table was a blonde wearing a red hip skirt, looking at the magazine with slender legs. When he saw the figure coming in, he seemed to feel the danger. He put the magazine off the coffee table, then got up and walked to the boss's place, but his beautiful eyes had not moved away from Wang Ruhu.

The woman leaned over to the desk, turned around with her back to the big chair. The old man looked elegant. Seeing the two smiling, he pointed to the two meeting chairs in front of the table.

"Maybe you already know my name, but you still allow yourself to explain. Kabuke Spence, it's a privilege to come to see me. Please sit down."

"Ask him what's going on."

As soon as he sat down, Wang Ruhu asked Harold to ask about the serious matter. Even if he didn't say it, he would naturally ask.

"Hello Mr. Spencer, my name is Harold, a Jew. This is an oriental martial artist who made a lot of money from you last night. Just call him Hu. Of course, there must be another title written in the information you collected, "Rich."

Kaboke pulled out a cigar and rubbed it against the woman next to him.

"The Jews are really smart, so I will just say the purpose of asking you two to come."

As he said that, he raised his hand, and the blonde woman next to him picked up a silver password box from under the table, opened it and turned it to the two of them, with stacks of beautiful knives piled up inside.

"I like a sense of security. I also invited this tiger from Dongfang to work with me. By the way, the tiger was smuggled over. I can find a way to give him a legal identity. How about it? Is my sincerity enough?"

Wang Ruhu didn't move, Harold's eyes were almost squinting into a slit. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the banknotes in the box. Suddenly the woman behind the table moved, her arms reached out, and her scarlet nails grabbed Harold's head.

Next second.

A big hand was added to the fair arm. The woman moved her hand and found that she could not move at all. She rolled to the table in the direction of her arm. Under the open skirt, a pair of round white legs flipped over and kicked out from the tip of her high heels.

In an instant, the two of them seemed to have slowed down around them. The tip of the shoe kicked out by the woman was caught by Wang Ruhu with his other hand. He twisted it, took off his shoes, and bent his fingers and pushed them away from the soles of his fair feet.

The latter groaned in his mouth and nose, turned over the desk, and stood tall and short, with a slim figure staring at Wang Ruhu, while his naked foot rubbed quietly on the red carpet, and his left leg trembled slightly.

The two of them fought back and forth, and the speed was very fast, almost two or three seconds. When they saw the woman beside their father, the young man who had been sitting there finally smiled.

He turned over, walked quickly, pressed the back of the oriental man's chair, leaned down, and looked at the other person with a smile on his handsome face.

"You're called Hu? You follow me to do things. I can give more money in this box, as long as you offer a price, as for women, there are more in Spencer nightclubs, as long as you want, you can choose whatever you want."

Wang Ruhu looked at the white young man who looked down at him in such a posture and frowned. What's more, it would be best for Harold to talk about this kind of thing.

He whispered: "No."

The smiling young man's face gradually became ugly. When he stood up, his father's smile made him feel even more dazzling. He loosened his collar and tilted his neck. When he turned around, his face suddenly twisted gloomy. He kicked the coffee table and went straight out of the door.

"My son was so spoiled by him when he was a child."

Caboke smiled helplessly and pushed the code box on the table forward. He saw Lina's fight with the other party just now and was very satisfied. With such a person who can beat him, the danger was almost reduced.

"If I'm not satisfied with the money, I can..."

The old man reached out and pressed the blonde woman's back and pushed her towards Wang Ruhu, "...... I'll give her to you too."
Chapter completed!