Chapter 20

Charlie is in the basement, and two local Hongmen disciples have never met.

"Boss, everything is ready."

Luke nodded, took out the envelope containing the banknotes from his pocket, and threw it to the older Hongmen disciple, "Brothers have worked hard. Use this money for drinking."

The man felt the thickness of the envelope, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"The young master is bold, no wonder the brethren in the coastal city say: Follow you with wine, meat, and women, and surpass heaven and surpass King Zhou."

"It's all praised by the brothers, and I will trouble both of you in the next few days."

"Good talk!"

The two clasped their hands and left the basement to keep out the wind outside.

Emily glanced at him and sneered, "There are wine, meat, and women! Ha!"

Luke quickly changed the subject, "Charlie, how is his situation?"

"The mood is fairly stable, but I have been arguing about going out."

"Have you done it yet?"

"No."

"Just don't do it."

Luke walked under the bars, and quietly looked at Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sharin, who was walking back and forth through the gap in the railing. He was a typical Arab with brown skin and slightly curly hair. , Has a beard and looks pretty good, but it's too sloppy. If you dress up, you can count as a handsome guy.

"When we meet, no matter what I do, don't speak up."

Emily said in a bad mood, "I know how to do it, and I don't need you to teach it."

Luke shrugged, pushed the door open, and walked in.

When someone came in, Ibn was like a monkey who was too frightened and immediately made a defensive action.

"Who are you, what are you doing, and why did you bring me here."

Luke was holding a chair and sitting under the dangling chandelier, looking at him blankly.

"Who do you say I am."

Ibn was taken aback and looked at the other side carefully. With black hair, light green eyes, and the delicate face of the past, a figure emerged.

"You...you are ShowMe..."

"Yes, I am Luke Shaw, the founder of ShowMe. The hapless person who was hurt by you, Ibn, you are really good. One video cost me 30 million U.S. dollars. The company I built so hard was almost bankrupt. It's you and him doing a good thing."

Luke took out the pistol he had prepared beforehand, pulled the bolt on it, tightened the silencer, and calmly said in the horrified gaze of the opponent.

"Repay the money you owe, change your life when you owe your life. Since you have a kind of punishment for me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"No!"

Ibn knelt on the ground with a thump, "Don't kill me, I didn't do it. I didn't upload the video. It wasn't me. I worked in a restaurant in the morning and didn't turn on the computer at all."

Emily frowned, said intentionally, remembering what she had said before, and finally remained silent.

Luke lowered his voice, his hoarse voice was like sawn wood rubbing the floor, making people chill.

"The account is yours, and the password is yours. It's not you who else!"

boom!

The gunshots exploded, Ibn's pupils shrank into needles, his heart seemed to be caught by something, and his mouth was half-open. His face of horror was frozen like a photo, and it took a while before he came back to life like a fish from the dead. Gasping for breath,

Luke cursed angrily.

"Shit Italians, what kind of shit you made, and it went wrong. You have a big shot in the last shot. You won't have a chance this time."

"It's not me, it's not me, I swear, I didn't upload the video at all."

Ibn yelled, his tears and snot mixed, unspeakably miserable, his guts had been frightened by the gun.

"Believe me, I didn't upload the video, I don't know what's going on."

"Lie, I checked your account before coming, and there are no abnormalities such as account theft, missing password, etc. which means that the account was logged in through normal channels. Who else can be beside you."

The muzzle was raised again.

The black hole was like a sickle erected by the god of death. Ibn felt that his heart was about to stop, and his head was running at high speed in a state of panic. Suddenly, a figure appeared.

"Adusan! Yes, Adusan..."

"I remember, it was him, Adusan, he uploaded the video."

After speaking, he repeated himself,

"Yes, it must be him, it must be him."

Luke didn't put down his pistol, his tone remained harsh.

"Just find someone's name and try to get confused. I can't think of me as a fool."

"I didn't lie to you, it's Adusan, only he knows my account password, he...he..."

"What is he? Say!"

Ibn gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "He is in the drug business. He has outlets in the Bay Area of

Gotham City, Port Miller, and Metropolitan Brooklyn. His subordinates are mainly Arabs and West Asians. He is cruel and daring to do anything. He must have let people upload the video."

"You know him so well, are you his subordinate?"

Ibn: "..."

His eyes flickered violently, without denying or acknowledging.

Luke curled his lips, "I thought you were a cook, you turned out to be a drug dealer!" After all, Luke looked at Emily, "Anything you want to ask?"

The latter was silent, seeing him like this.

It's a bit pitiful when I heard the word drug dealer, that sympathy disappeared instantly.

Luke continued, "Where does Adusan live?"

All that should be said and shouldn't be said, Ibn simply broke the jar,

"At No. 78, Ocean Park West, Bay Area, his bedroom is on the east side of the third floor. Normally, he will live there. If not, he will be in the small building behind the Woodman Bar in Miller Harbor."

Luke memorized the address, leaving the sentence "I will check it out," and then turned and left.

Out of the basement, two Hongmen disciples were waiting outside. The older one smiled,

"Young Master, how is the trial, do we need our brothers to help."

"Don't call you Master, you are my brothers, just call me Alin. By the way, what do you two call me?"

"You don't dare to be the word." The elder waved his hand again and again, "My last name is Lian, a city alone, you can call me Lao Lian, his surname is Zhao, not long after he started, Xiao Zhao can do it."

"It turned out to be Brother Lian, Brother Zhao." Luke hugged his hands empty, "Thank you for this today."

"It's all from my own family, what are you polite."

Since I started talking, Lian's smile hasn't stopped. Just now, I opened the envelope and looked at it. Good guys, it's a full eight thousand dollars. It's no wonder that the brothers in the seaside city are full of praise when they mention the young master. Today, At first sight, it was true, not to mention the magnanimity, but with this kind of demeanor and mind, it made people feel like a spring breeze. It is no wonder that the old master is so optimistic about him!

"Young Master, do you have any other orders? If you have any, please speak up. Brother will do it."

"Big Brother Lian is refreshing. Speaking of it, I need your help. The Arab in the room is in a drug business. If Brother Lian has time, help me get a confession."

drug!

Hearing this word, Lian immediately changed his face. When Hong Men first entered the United States, he was not unscathed by drugs. That grudge was always engraved in the hearts of the older generation. Later, when the situation improved, the leader of the meeting immediately issued an order to die. All Hongmen members are prohibited from contacting any drug-related business, but those who violate the regulations, no matter what their status, will never let go.

"Don't worry, young master, I must find out."

"Thanks."

Luke arched his hands, bid farewell to the two, and left with Charlie and Emily.