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The setting sun burned the west clouds red, and the Chinatown at dusk gradually darkened in the twilight. A moment later, a figure walked out of the hospital, opened the glass door to the telephone booth along the street, picked up the microphone, dropped a coin silently, and pressed the digits to dial a familiar number.
In the southeast direction of the distant city, the Jew who was joking with the old man put down his empty wine glass and said politely: "Wait a minute, there is a call coming in."
In the old man's "please go" gesture, Harold took out his mobile phone, glanced at the number on it, frowned, and put it to his ear.
Before he could speak, a hoarse voice sounded over there.
"Harold, is Kabok's son with his father?"
Here, Harold looked around. Apart from the old man, even the blonde who had been in the office before had left at some point. He was naturally familiar with the voice over there.
"No, I haven't been back since I left before. I'm going to have dinner with Mr. Cabock. Do you want to come together"
Before he finished speaking, a blind voice of 'beep~~' came from the phone over there.
"What's the matter? Is that the tiger?" Kabok Spence took the half bottle of brandy and poured it for him. The latter put the phone back in his pocket, spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "He might Something bad happened, and you know Orientals are always sentimental, and by the way, Mr. Carboque, where were we talking?"
"Antique Collection."
"Haha, yes, I also have a small collection room in Molossia. Under the desert culture, there are also many civilizations. I wonder what valuable antiques can be found in the United States?"
"Does the 500-year-old Indian skull count? It's still the chief's."
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In Harold's awkward smile, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows directly opposite, there were speckled raindrops, and in the dark night, misty water vapor shrouded the city's dense lamps.
Wow~~
The sound of pattering rain splashed the water on the ground and made circles and ripples. A leather shoe was stepped on, splashing water stains. Under the rain curtain, the short and light hair was a little wet, and the tall figure walked gently through the street in a suit. From time to time, I missed the Chicagoans holding umbrellas.
Under thick eyebrows, cold eyes looked at the nightclub with flashing neon lights in front of it. There was a long queue at the door as usual, and many men and women were waiting to enter the venue with their coats on and complaining.
Boom~~
Dull thunder rolls across the sky, flashes of electric snakes and swims through the clouds of the night sky, in the falling raindrops, the wet leather shoes approach there step by step, and walk up the steps.
The loud and blaring music inside faintly came from the door, and the black security guard who was guarding saw the tall figure walking straight up the steps, hey, and stretched out his hand to stop it.
"Men want to buy tickets!"
What answered him was a fist slamming on the face. Wang Ruhu didn't even look at the security guard who fell limply, and walked in while waiting outside under the horrified sight.
The fast-paced music became loud and harsh, and the person who came in turned his head slightly, looked at the iron ladder not far from the side, turned and walked straight over, the dozen or so security guards standing there saw someone coming, Wanting to stop him, he slapped his face with callused palms, and his body flew out and hit the wall. Seeing this scene, the rest of the security guards guarding the iron ladder clenched their fists and rushed over.
The figure in a suit didn't stop for a moment, facing the dozen or so people rushing forward, his arms waved like two dragon snakes, and he hit the security guards head, neck, chest, and face with palms or fists. There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and he pushed up the iron ladder abruptly, plowing a path.
Behind the fence on the second floor, a fat black man sitting on the dark red sofa got up when he heard the movement, supported the iron railing, and stared dumbfounded at his men, who fell down from both sides of the stairs like dumplings.
"Tiger"
While muttering, the indifferent figure on the stairs also raised his gaze, looking coldly, the black man instinctively took two steps back, waved and shouted at the surrounding security guards.
"Stop him!!"
Seven or eight security guards swarmed up, and were beaten back like rag dolls. The wet leather shoes stepped over a moaning body, and behind them were a group of wailing people with their arms folded and their chests clutched.
"GodI just knewI just knew"
Biting his lips, the black bodyguard took off his suit and threw it to the sofa. He put on a fist, tensed his legs, and jumped slightly on the ground.
"Uh¡ª¡ª"
He roared, stepped forward, and swung a punch¡ª¡ª
'Mi'?Mi~~Mi~~ Naah Nami~~¡¯
On the crowded dance floor, the crowd shook their heads to the rhythm of the music, waving their arms in response to the DJ playing discs in front of them, and the sudden chaos broke out on the second floor. The melodious and rhythmic vocal music was a scene that no one had time to react to.
With a loud bang, the fence cracked, the iron bars flew down, and some people were smashed to the ground and hugged their heads in pain.
In an instant, a black man in a white shirt flew out like a cannonball, over the top of the woman with flying hair, smashed to the dance floor, slid several meters, and knocked several people to the ground.
Looking at the black bodyguard with blood on his head, someone screamed "Ah¡ª" and it resounded abruptly through the noise. Those who reacted and those who hadn't reacted suddenly became confused and panicked. Run to the gate, or hide around the corners and look over there.
In the field of vision, a figure crossed the position on the second floor and jumped down. The dj who played the disc only noticed the situation at this time, opened his mouth slightly, and wiped off the earphones on his head in a daze.
'Snapped. '
In the unique sound of kerosene lighters, the flame jumped out and lit the cigarette. The flames illuminated the rough oriental face, passing through the eyes of astonishment, stepping on the rhythm of vocal music, exhaling green smoke, step by step towards the opposite side. The black man walked up, let go of the cigarette butt's lips, and squeezed out simple words.
"Where's Vickers?"
The black bodyguard got up with difficulty, and stumbled back. The nightclub security guard who was hiding in the crowd nearby picked up a knife, squeezed away the figure in front, rushed over, jumped up, and stabbed the point of the knife straight into the opponent's back.
Snapped!
With his arms swung away, there was a slap in the face, and blood streaks flew across the air with a few teeth flying, like swabbing a fly. Wang Ruhu slowly lowered his hand, continued to walk, and repeated in his mouth.
"Where's Vickers?!"
"I won't tell you!"
The black man squeezed out his voice, turned around and ran forward, shouting: "Kill him, $100,000!"
All around, boxers with different expressions stood out from pockets of nightclubs, and blocked the middle with their fists clenched. Amidst the chaotic exclamation, Wang Ruhu took a cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and stamped it out, with a blank face. Looking at the wall of people with an expression on his face, he rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.
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