As a wealthy family in the Texas consortium, Madison could not stand being so provoked, especially under the premise that he took the initiative to "concessions", so he immediately began a revenge against Zhou Ming, McClassor and Pissart.

The first person to be retaliated was Zhou Ming and McClass. At 11 o'clock in the evening, when Zhou Ming was about to go back to his room to rest, the doorbell of the villa was suddenly ringed in a hurry.

Zhou Ming and McClass were both puzzled and didn't understand who would come so late. However, judging from Zhang Lin's actions of silently leaning towards the door, I'm afraid the visitors are not kind.

Sure enough, when McClellan went over and opened the door, he was pushed through the door with great momentum.

The leader Zhou Ming and McClan knew each other, and McClan immediately shouted at him angrily: "Manager Locke, is this how your hotel treats customers? Do I want to complain to your boss about you!"

The manager named Locke smiled disdainfully: "Dear Mr. Maclean, if you are still my customer, then of course I will respect you very much, but it's a pity that from now on, I will kick you out!"

Manager Locke said as he waved to the security guard behind him, signaling them to help the guests pack their luggage.

McClane hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and roared at Locke: "Locke, you bitch, what are you going to do? I have paid, you don't have the right to do this!"

McClane tried his best to stop these security guards because it was a shame to him now, especially in front of Mr. Zhou Ming.

Manager Locke ignored this. He waved to a young waiter: "Did you see it? These are the gentlemen you are the ones you are the ones who are trashing in Dallas late at night. It is impossible for you to expect them to help you!"

The young waiter was swollen on his cheeks and was obviously beaten, but more importantly, Zhou Ming knew him. He was Ginoberg, whom he had helped, and he was obviously revenge from the manager.

"Sir, please get out of here, we are just helping you get out of here."

McClane, who was sitting in the office all day long, could not stop the huge hotel security guards and was quickly pushed aside.

Zhou Ming waved his hand and told him not to get entangled anymore, then stepped forward and looked at Manager Locke opposite: "Mr. Manager Locke, I want to know why you drove us out of the hotel, or can I understand that you are revenge?"

Locke laughed: "Why? Just because you are unpopular people in the hotel, I can do this with your low status!"

Zhou Ming shook his head helplessly: "Okay, I think this is your choice, but I still remind you that it is still too late to stop now. If things get bigger, it will be difficult to end. After all, I guess you may not have passed through the hotel's senior management when you do this, right?"

"Then can I go to you? Do you think you are a big shot in the villa area now? Talking to me in such a high-ranking tone, I will tell you that this is what my boss instructed me to do, just because a guy like you is just a trash!"

Locke's tone was very rampant, and even his whole face became ferocious: "I tell you, just yellow trash like you should go back to your own country, and be careful of being beaten to death here!"

McClane came to Zhou Ming nervously and asked him what to do. Zhou Ming smiled and told him: "What else can I do? Since the hotel

The managers brought us to drive us away, so we had to do so, but before we left, we had to inform our friends first."

Zhou Ming said that, and took out his cell phone in front of McClan and dialed Piero's number: "Mr. Piero, I'm afraid that some of our cooperation will not be able to continue, because I will be kicked out of Dallas now and even be threatened with personal threats."

After Zhou Ming finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other side to reply.

McClane looked at all this in amazement. He didn't understand what Zhou Ming was doing and why he compromised with this crazy hotel manager. They could clearly protest to the hotel.

And he said goodbye to Piero. Didn’t he agree to borrow other wealthy families to check and balance Madison?

"This must be done, otherwise who would think that what happened tonight was behind the scenes?" Zhou Ming reminded.

After Zhou Ming reminded me this, McClane suddenly realized: "It turned out that all of them are Madison's bastard!"

Seeing that McClane had already understood, Zhou Ming then called Freeman, Teesman and others.

...

Like McClane, Piero, who had already changed his pajamas and prepared to go to bed, was also confused and had no idea what was going on.

Why is Zhou Ming leaving now and being kicked out of Dallas? What are the personal threats he has been? What are these?

After a while, Piero came back to his senses. He immediately went out and called his assistant to check what was going on.

There was no need to check it out at all. The villa area of ​​this hotel is so big, so the assistant soon reported to Piero that the hotel was going to rush Zhou Ming out.

Piero was stunned on the spot: Now? At this point in time? Is Zhou Ming and the others not paying the house or what?

Of course Piero didn't believe these reasons, so he finally turned his attention to Madison: it must be that guy who wanted to put pressure on Zhou Ming and McClan in this way.

"This damn bastard is so brave!"

Piero also made a decision quickly. He instructed his assistant to contact the media: "Whether it is Fox or National Television, any media can be done. Let their reporters come over immediately and have a good look at the scene. By the way, they will also report to the Secret Service."

The assistant immediately went to execute Piero's orders. Piero touched his beard and smiled: "It seems that these Texas idiots know too little about Zhou Ming, otherwise they would not have done such a stupid thing. Now it seems that many people are not going to sleep."

...

Zhou Ming made more than a dozen calls in a row. In addition to the wealthy families such as Piero and Freeman, Zhou Ming also called various media, Secret Service and even the embassy who lived in the hotel, informed him about the situation he encountered in the Dallas hotel.

Manager Locke just watched Zhou Ming call, without any idea of ​​stopping him.

"Just like you, you still call the noble Mr. Morgan and Mr. Rockefeller? You also call the media? Why don't you call President Walsh Jr. directly to the White House?"

Manager Locke said it was very disdainful. Obviously he did not believe that Zhou Ming's phone calls were true.

In his opinion, what else can a Chinese be like? Can the media still care about his affairs?

Besides, even if it is really true, he has a support for his courage to do this.

But when a few minutes later, a group of reporters rushed into the villa with their cameras and took photos of the clothes and luggage found by the hotel security guards, the manager Rock was completely confused.

"Who are you? Which newspaper is from? Why should I take a photo of this place? This is a private area. Please go out!"

Manager Locke immediately started to drive people up after he reacted, but these reporters were not a good deal. The uncrowned king on the American land was used to being arrogant. Seeing that Manager Locke came up on his own initiative, he immediately slapped the face with a bunch of problems.

"Is this the attitude of Caesar Hotel toward customers? Why do you drive away your customers to vent your personal anger? What kind of hatred do you have with this gentleman?"

"The Caesar Hotel has always respected the privacy of its guests, but now it throws its luggage everywhere and drives away guests at 11:00 pm. Is this your own decision or does it represent the hotel?"

"Now are you trying to drive us away again? Are you afraid that this matter will be exposed or that there is any ulterior secret behind it..."

The bombing of questions after questions made Manager Locke feel both overwhelmed and panicked. He didn't dare to answer any questions at all, so he could only wave his hand and let the security guards drive them away.

But Zhou Ming would not miss this opportunity. He immediately gave McLaren a look, and McLaren immediately stood up.

"Dear journalists, this person is a discriminatory bastard!"

McClass shouted, attracting all eyes: "He drove us away either because of anything else, or because my friend is a Chinese, but Mr. Locke said that my friend cannot appear here, otherwise he would kill and drive away all people who are not white-skinned. He even scolded Brother Ni!"

As McClan shouted, the scene suddenly became an uproar, and countless reporters' cameras immediately pointed at McClan.

"Damn it! You hateful bastard, you are slandering. Shut up, otherwise I will tear your mouth apart!"

Manager Locke said in panic, and was still in a hurry to come over to stop the reporter's camera.

But what he said in desperation gave McClan more and better room to play.

"Did everyone hear it? Just in front of you, he is still threatening me, threatening that I will never speak again. He wants to kill me, maybe he is wearing a gun on his body now. What kind of hotel is this!"

McClane continued, and every word he said made Manager Locke vomit blood.

"You are slandering, framed, and malicious slander. I don't mean that at all!"

Manager Locke tried hard to explain, but the reporters would not listen to him, but they just kept pointing the camera at McLaren who was performing.

"Hurry! You idiots are all standing there stupidly, why are you doing? Drive these people away!"

Seeing that he could not stop the reporter's shooting, Manager Locke had to continue commanding the security guard to drive people away, and then talk about what happened after he drove the reporter away.

But what he never expected was that before the security guards could take action, a whistling siren suddenly sounded outside the house.

Then several tall police officers walked in: "We are from the Federal Secret Service. We received a task saying that someone had made personal threats to important foreign guests. Is it here?"

Manager Locke saw these police officers coming in and saw them confirming their identities with Zhou Ming. He immediately understood something, and then he collapsed on the ground.
Chapter completed!