‘Hao—’

The tall wine glass flew across the air, fell to the ground and broke into pieces, splashing out, and the wine wet the red carpet.

"That Asian man actually rejected me, and my father, actually robbed his children of something that was happy..."

In the room on the second floor of Spence Nightclub, the young man sitting on the dark red sofa stomped his feet hard, slashing the glass fragments on the ground, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn. The cleaning staff members, the nearby bodyguards, dared not speak casually. At this time, the only person who could speak was the black people who often followed the young man.

"Boss, I must be thinking..."

Bang!

With a slap, the black man pursed his lips and retreated, no longer looking at the boss's son on the sofa, and there was still an angry scolding of "Shut up." "Is it you talking?"

The sound was not loud, but everyone around could hear it clearly, which made the black man's lips turn white. Vickers looked at the bodyguard and turned to the dance floor under the fence. He looked at the arena that had descended last night, slowly rising to the dome.

"Since I was young, no one had ever rejected me. This Oriental and the Jewish man had been thinking about climbing up to my father from the beginning, but was he just using me?"

After sucking his nose, Vickers sat back on the sofa, pressed his nose to the wings of the paper spread on the table, leaned over and sucked off the powder, and shivered, his eyes twisted down his neck with a little redness.

"Haha...it must be like this..."

Vix grinned with a ferocious smile, his palm clenched into a fist on the coffee table, and suddenly went crazy and shouted at the black man next to him, "Shut up!"

The latter was stunned for a moment.

I didn't say a word...

When he shrank his neck innocently and took a step back half a step back, Vicks twitched his neck, took a deep breath, pulled over the clothes on the back of the sofa, put them on his shoulders, and walked down quickly with white-patterned leather shoes and stepped on the iron stairs.

With the sound of "dada" footsteps, the confidants behind him walked out of the nightclub.

"Haha... If a father stole his son's toys, no one would want to play with him."

The figures followed him out, got into the car and drove away from this place. In the building in the southeast, looking at the blonde woman being pushed over, Wang Ruhu jumped with his eyelids, kicked his feet gently, kicking the high heels to the woman's feet.

The sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling window to the back of the chair. The old man sitting on the chair glanced at the high heels rolling on the ground. This subtle movement made him look at the oriental man opposite and narrow his eyes.

"There is not enough money, or is it my Lina, not pretty enough?"

Over there, Wang Ruhu knew that he was not good at this and could easily offend people when speaking, so he asked the more professional Harold to come, pat his shoulder and pass by.

"This is not my strength. If you stay and deal with it, I'll go back first."

"Why are you going back?"

"walk."

Hearing the reply, Harold reached out to the back of Wang Ruhu's hand and patted him twice, waved his hand and asked him to leave first. When he turned his face, a charming smile instantly filled his face. He wiped a mustache on his lips and looked at the blonde.

"My oriental martial artist needs to abstinence in order to practice martial arts, so it's better to give it to..."

The old man smiled opposite, but waved his hand back. Lina, who was originally moving forward, retreated back, wrapped her chest with her hands, glanced at the Jewish man with disdain and turned her face away.

"Haha... Since you can represent your martial arts friend with full authority, that's the best. I like dealing with smart people very much."

The old man asked the woman to pour two glasses of brandy over and greeted Harold.

"My conditions have been put forward just now. Of course, there is a second choice. I believe you won't be willing to choose. If you agree, just drink a bar."

The wine glass touched it lightly, Harold looked at it, folded his fingers in front of his belly and knocked it back and forth. He had seen a lot of life and death in Morosia. The threatening words from the other party made him laugh "sneer".

"Don't use the second choice to threaten it to die..."

On the desk, while the old man put down his wine glass, he placed an exquisite silver pistol beside him. Harold let go of his fingers, spread his hands, and took the wine glass without hesitation.

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just a little thirsty."

Kaboke raised his glass with appreciation and clinked him.

"I think I like people who prefer to know the current affairs. Come and have a cheers for a happy cooperation."

“Haha… Happy cooperation.”

Outside the building, Wang Ruhu walked out of the building and walked onto the street. His expression became cold. The other party's pulling him up made him feel a little uncomfortable. He really wanted to be a bodyguard for others? Wouldn't that be a watchdog?

But the other party's words that can give him a legal identity in the United States are quite attractive, so that you don't have to hide from Tibet.

‘Maybe Harold has taken this into consideration.’

Thinking of it, I put my hands off my pockets, mingled in the crowd, and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

The sky clouds were still floating westward, and the sun shone through the gaps of the clouds to the high archway. Chinatown was as lively and noisy as usual. When people came and went to the tea restaurant, Uncle Long moved a chair and sat at the door, shaking his palm-leaf fan, humming Cantonese opera with his eyes closed, shaking his head and shaking his head.

Tori, who was called Xiao Hei in Chinatown, hid far away in the snack bar opposite, slid the window and secretly observed the old man at the entrance of the tea restaurant. Seeing that he had not left for two or three hours, he gritted his teeth and prepared to forcibly break in and find Wang Ruhu to become a disciple.

As soon as he left the snack bar, four black cars suddenly drove over and stopped at the entrance of the tea restaurant. Uncle Long also woke up by the movement, stopped the palm-leaf fan, and looked suspiciously at the group of men in black who got out of the car, surrounded by a young man wearing sunglasses and combing his big back and came towards this side.

‘This is not like eating.’

After murmured, the fat old man suddenly shuddered, "Do you want to accept my store?"

However, the group of people who came over did not go to the tea restaurant, but went directly through an alley next to it. After going to the back, Uncle Long hurriedly chased after him with a palm fan.

"Hey, what are you doing?! Behind is a private residence!"

As soon as he took two steps, he was pushed by the bodyguard behind him and stumbled to the wall. There was also a woman on vacation in the building who was on vacation today who heard the noise and quickly came out. Seeing Uncle Long being pushed down, he also rolled his sleeves and rushed down and scolded him. Then a white man rushing to the face of the face, knocked down at the entrance of the stairs, and was pulled to the feet of the young man with his hair.

Vicks took off his sunglasses, looked around, and thrust his shoulders in a mad manner, twisted his neck, and looked at the woman with messy hair on the ground.

He asked in English: "Thu, which room do you live in?"

A woman can probably understand a few years after she has been here, but she is stubborn and she is so stubborn that she spits out of her mouth, cursing, "Dead foreign devil." She is slapped in the face, and several bodyguards come up and punches. The woman is in pain and rolls on the ground with her head in her arms.

Uncle Long got up from the ground and limped over. He saw the woman being beaten, pushed her over to protect her body, and buried her head tightly.

"Stop calling, don't hit, call me again!"

Vickers seemed to have heard it, but just raised his eyes and swept around. He saw the building full of women's clothes. Then he looked on the building next to him, and led the two of them straight up the stairs and pushed the room away.

There was no dust inside, and it was obvious that it was inhabited. Vix kicked the collapsed wooden bed and probably guessed that this was where Wang Ruhu lived. Unfortunately, there was nothing to smash here, except for a neatly stacked brand new suit, which swept to the ground.

Um?

I saw a shoulder bag quietly placed in the corner, stepped on the suit, and opened the bag in my hand. It was a hard disk in a transparent bag. I took it in my hand and looked through it. It was completely different from what I used on weekdays.

"This oriental person probably has a secret, which can be used to threaten it."

After weighing it for a few minutes and throwing it to the bodyguard, I felt a little relieved. If this thing is important, the tiger will definitely follow the rules.

"What are you doing?!"

A female voice suddenly sounded downstairs, and there were a series of scoldings. Outside, Li Lan came back with the vegetables she had just bought. When she walked into the yard, she saw Uncle Long and a female companion in the same room being held down by several men in black, swung the bag in her hand and rushed over: "Let go of Uncle Long, I will fight with you foreigners!"

Someone was hit by the wine in the bag, and punched the woman in the face with her backhand. With a scream, Vix took the man down from the upstairs, took out more than a dozen bills from his arms and threw them on the ground, and called his subordinates to leave.

"Who cares about your stinky money!"

Li Lan stroked her hair and spat at them. When she saw the hard drive in one of them, she remembered that the other party came out of Ahu's room and shouted hurriedly.

"Put down!"

"Give Ah Hu's things back."

Get up from the ground, screamed and rushed over to grab it, hugged the man's arm, was broken away, and lifted it away from the wall. Li Lan looked around, picked up the broom that the old man was cleaning next to him, raised it over his head and hit it.

After being pinched by the other bodyguard, Vickers turned around impatiently and pulled the broom off. Just as he was about to push the woman away, Li Lan opened her mouth and spit out a saliva and flew to his face.

"Dirty yellow-skinned woman..."

The young man wiped the saliva from his face, fucked the broom in his hand, and hit it with a stick. With a whisper, the wooden part was interrupted. Li Lan was stunned, and blood gushed out of her head, slid across her cheeks, and she opened her mouth.

"Ahu... put Ahu's things... put down..."

A water stain fell from the corner of his eyes, his body shaking, and he murmured: "Please... please... please... make Ahu's... east..."

In an instant, he kicked in again, and in the middle of the abdomen, the woman said nothing, hitting the wall, fell to the ground and struggling for a few times, then stopped moving.

Vickers fell down and wanted to punch a few times. The street outside was also shocked by the movement here. The crowd rushed over, but he didn't dare to go forward. He looked from a distance and saw the woman falling down with blood. A black man squeezed out and beat him as the recent bodyguard. After one person was pushed over, he was pressed to the ground by the other bodyguards, which was a crazy punch.

Soon, four cars parked on the roadside started and left.

.........

At the intersection in front of the archway of "The World is the Lord", Wang Ruhu was walking into Chinatown along the street. The wind blew across the long street, and it felt a little cool.
Chapter completed!