174. I Hate Atlantic City (A 10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Paying Off Debt~)_6

Joe said there was no problem at all.

After glancing over his belongings and seeing nothing left behind, Harry Sinclair descended the stairs, checked out of the Ritz Hotel, and headed for the train station.

"Excuse me!"

When Harry Sinclair got off, someone accidentally bumped into him and then politely apologized.

With some irritation, Harry Sinclair brushed off his clothes and walked straight toward the ticket counter.

Now, Harry Sinclair swore that no matter what happened, in the future he would always bring his men with him when going out, because going out alone was just too inconvenient!

If it weren't because New York wasn't his turf, and his people who were in New York were still busy preparing for tomorrow's business, he would have definitely brought some people with him.

It was no use talking about it now; Harry Sinclair had arrived at the ticket counter.

"One first-class ticket to New York!"

As he spoke, Harry Sinclair began to reach for his wallet in his pocket.