The setting sun burned red in the west clouds, and the Chinatown at dusk gradually became dark in the dusk. After a moment, a figure walked out of the clinic, opened the glass door of the telephone booth along the street, picked up the microphone, threw a coin silently, and dialed the familiar number according to the number above.

To the southeast of the city that was far away, the Jews who were joking with the old man put down their empty wine glasses and said politely: "Wait, a phone call comes in."

In the old man's gesture of "please give me a gift", Harold took out his cell phone, looked at the number on it, frowned, and still connected it and put it in his ear.

Before he could speak, a hoarse voice sounded over there.

"Harold, is Caberke's son in his father's place?"

On this side, Harold looked around. In addition to the old man, even the blonde who had been staying in the office before, he was naturally familiar with the sound on the other end.

"I'm not here, I've never come back before. I'm about to have dinner with Mr. Caberke. Do you want to be with me..."

Before he finished speaking, a blind voice of "beep~~" came from the phone over there.

"What's wrong? Is that tiger?" Cubeck Spence took half a bottle of brandy and poured it on him. The latter put his phone back in his pocket and spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "He may have encountered something bad. You know that Orientals have always liked sentimentality. By the way, Mr. Cubeck, where did we talk just now?"

“Antique Collection.”

"Haha, yes, I also have a small collection room in Morosia. There are many civilizations in the desert culture. I wonder what antiques the United States can have?"

"Does five hundred years of Indian skull count? Or the chief's."

“……”

In Harold's awkward smile, outside the floor-to-ceiling window opposite, spots of raindrops were leaching. The dark night was filled with misty water vapor covering the dense lamps of the city.

Wow~~

The drizzle of rain splashed the water on the ground and rippled with ripples. A leather shoe stepped down and splashed water stains. In the rain curtain, the short hair was a little wet, and the tall figure gently walked across the street against the suit, and occasionally passed by the Chicago people holding umbrellas.

Under his thick eyebrows, his cold eyes looked at the nightclub with neon lights flashing in front of him. There was a long queue at the door as usual. Many men and women were complaining in their coats and waiting to enter.

Rumble ~~

The dull thunder rolled across the sky, and the electric snake flashed out and swam across the clouds in the night sky. In the falling raindrops, the wet leather shoes approached there step by step and walked up the steps.

The loud and loud music inside came faintly at the door. The guards saw the tall figure walking straight up on the steps, and said 'hey' and reached out to stop him.

"Men want to buy tickets!"

The answer to him was a fist hitting his face. Wang Ruhu didn't even look at the security guard who fell down. He waited outside in shock and walked in.

The music with a strong rhythm became noisy and harsh. The body that came in turned slightly, looked at the iron ladder not far away on one side, turned and walked straight over. The dozen security guards standing there saw someone coming and wanted to stop him. The calloused palms slapped him in the face with the door, and their bodies flew out and hit the wall. When the rest of the security guards guarding the iron ladder saw this scene, they pinched their fists and rushed over.

The figure in a suit kept going, facing the dozen people rushing towards him, his arms were like two dragons and snakes waving, and his palms or fists hit the security guards, heads, necks, chests, faces... A crisp sound of broken bones sounded, pushing up the iron ladder and plowing out a path.

Behind the second floor fence, a fat black man sitting on the dark red sofa stood up when he heard the movement, held the iron railing, looked at his subordinates in amazement, and fell from both sides of the stairs like dumplings.

"Tiger......"

As he murmured, the cold figure on the stairs raised his gaze and looked coldly. The black man instinctively took two steps back and waved and shouted at the security guards around him.

"Stop him!!"

Seven or eight security guards rushed up in a swarm, and were knocked back like rag dolls. The wet leather shoes crossed the moaning body, and behind them were filled with people holding their arms and wailing on their chests.

"God...I know...I know..."

The black bodyguard bit his lip and took off his suit and threw it on the sofa, put it on the boxing stance, tightened his legs, and took a step and jumped slightly on the ground.

"Uh--"

He yelled, took a step, and punched—

.........

‘Mimi~~Mimi~~Hey, Mi~~’

On the crowded dance floor, the crowd shook their heads to the rhythm of the music, waved their arms to respond to the DJ playing in front of them, and suddenly the chaos rose up on the second floor. In the melodious vocal music, there was a scene where everyone had no time to react.

With a loud bang, the fence cracked and the iron bars flew down below. Someone was hit and held in pain.

In an instant, the black man in a white shirt flew backwards like a cannonball, crossed the woman with her hair, smashed the ground on the dance floor, slid a few meters, and knocked several people to the ground.

Looking at the black bodyguard with blood on his head, I don’t know who screamed "ah——" and suddenly resounded through the noise. The people who reacted and those who had not reacted were suddenly in chaos, and ran to the gate in panic, or hid from the surrounding corners and looked over there.

In his sight, a figure passed over the second floor and jumped down with a bang. The DJ who was playing DJ noticed the situation at this time, opened his mouth slightly, and wiped off the headphones on his head in a daze.

‘Ba.’

In the unique sound of the kerosene lighter, the flames jumped out and lit the cigarette. The flames reflected the rough eastern holes red, passing through a series of shocked sights, stepping on the rhythm of vocal music, spewing blue smoke, step by step towards the black man who was supporting his upper body opposite, letting go of the cigarette butt's lips, and squeeze out simple words.

"Where is Vickers?"

The black bodyguard stood up with difficulty and stumbled backwards. The nightclub security guard hiding from the crowd nearby fucked a knife, squeezed away the figure in front, rushed over, jumped up, and inserted the tip of the knife straight into the other party's back.

Bang!

His arm was swung away, and a slap sounded. Blood lines intertwined with a few teeth in the air, knocking people out like slapping a fly. Wang Ruhu slowly lowered his hand, continued to walk, and repeated a sound in his mouth.

"Where is Vickers?!"

"I won't tell you!"

The black man squeezed out his voice, turned around and ran forward, shouting: "Kill him, a hundred thousand US dollars!"

Around the nightclub, boxers with different expressions stood up one after another, pinched their fists and blocked them in the middle. In the turbulent burst of exclamations, Wang Ruhu sucked a cigarette butt, threw it away from the ground and stepped on it. He looked at the lined wall of people expressionlessly, rolled up his cuffs and walked forward.
Chapter completed!