Nada is the largest seaport city in the Democratic Federation of Mainz. The permanent population here exceeds 30 million. There are all kinds of sailors, traders, and business people. There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and the population is mobile.
At its peak, the number of people reached 20 million. The peak flow of people brought vitality to the economy here, and of course, more importantly, the entertainment industry here.
In the private room, a coffee table made of crystal glass was filled with fruits, and hip-hop music shook the eardrums. On a small independent stage, two bunny girls, one black and one white, wearing scantily clad clothes, were alternately performing passionate dances, while a group of various
Hot girls with complexion are surrounding Rodney, Irma and Fairgreave.
Rodney symbolically shook the whiskey in his glass, hugged the two dancers, sighed, and said to Alma: "I said, man, what is life? This is life!"
Alma was teasing the blonde next to her, and stuffed a stack of US dollars into her exposed career line. When she heard Rodney's words, she smiled with her white teeth still very obvious in the dark room.
: "Forget it, Rodney, you are not called a rich man, you are called a nouveau riche. Have you ever seen you shaking whiskey as red wine in such an elegant posture?"
Rodney ignored Alma's sarcasm, pointed at Fairgrive, who was already drunk on the sofa next to him from drinking too much wine, and said: "Even a nouveau riche is better than this drunkard from Kokola!
"After saying that, he took a sip of whiskey from the glass and started to perform lewd actions.
At this time, the young and handsome waiter walked in and said to the two people in the room: "Sir, we are not allowed to open night clubs here. When the time is up, if necessary, we will transfer you to the evening clubs."
!" The waiter spoke very politely, and as he spoke, the gorgeous and tall girls left the room giggling and walked out of the box door.
"Hey, don't go, my girls, how long has it been!" Alma cried out in disappointment, touching the blonde's crotch.
Rodney didn't put down his glass and shouted to Alma: "Brother, look what you just said, right? We have money, we have a lot of money, why can't we keep these girls!" After that!
, Rodney, who was already slightly drunk, slowly took it up. He felt that his tongue was a little weak. He walked towards the waiter standing at the door, but what he saw now was not a person, but a person.
It was two people who stood up suddenly, making him a little dizzy. He found that he was indeed a little drunk, but as a pirate, he would never admit defeat when it came to drinking, so although he tried hard to keep
Although his walking posture still felt like he was swaying on the soft cotton, Rodney spent a lot of effort before walking to the waiter, took out a stack of U.S. dollars from his arms, and stuffed it in
He put it into the waiter's pocket, breathed out the smell of alcohol, slapped the waiter on the face and said: "See, this is a rich man, hurry up and let your girls in, I want to join the show!"
The waiter was obviously used to such rich but ruthless customers. He straightened his wrinkled clothes and said, "I'm sorry, sir, the regulations of public security management here at this time, if the police find out
, our entertainment city is going to be suspended, we have specially prepared evening shows for our guests, where you can still enjoy your entertainment!"
Unexpectedly, the waiter was so disrespectful. Rodney stared at his eyes that were flushed red by alcohol. He felt that his self-esteem as a rich man was seriously hurt. He raised the wine glass in his hand and shouted: "You..."
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Seeing that the situation was not good, Alma immediately rushed over and hugged Rodney, shouting to him: "Rodney, are you crazy? Have you forgotten what Chen told us?"
Under Alma's violent swaying, Rodney heard Chen Cao's name, and his whole body was filled with excitement. This man was the one who gave them wealth, and he was also someone they could not afford to offend. Of course, there are still factors of admiration and emotion involved.
Inside, he stopped his hand hanging in mid-air, spat on the ground, and said: "I said Alma, could you please stop holding me like this? How can I stay in the evening show?"
How are you messing around!"
Alma let go of Rodney and said, "You bastard, you are always so trouble-making. Now we have to keep a low profile, understand?" After saying that, he walked to the sofa and set up the table where he was lying drunk on the sofa.
Fairgriff, who was unconscious, said to the waiter: "Okay, man, we don't need to show up late, now we are ready to leave!" After that, he took out a stack of U.S. dollars from his pocket and stuffed it in.
In the waiter's pocket.
The green-eyed and yellow-haired waiter still maintained a respectful smile and opened the door for several people: "Welcome to visit next time, gentlemen!"
Several people walked out of the box. The music outside had turned down and the people had almost dispersed. At this time, what they saw was a loud and revealing voice: "You drunkard, don't you know where this place is?"
, you dare to act wild here, and you dare to touch our boss’s ass, it seems you are impatient!” Then, there was a muffled sound and noisy curses.
Alma was afraid of Rodney's nosy character, so she pushed her brother over to him and said: "Hold him, don't cause trouble, understand!"
Rodney was originally excited to see it, but to be honest, he used to not have a fight or two on the boat that day, but now that he was suddenly idle, he really felt uncomfortable all over his body.
After Alma stopped them, they walked along the bar. They saw clearly that a group of Nada City gangsters wearing vests and T-shirts were surrounding a person and kicking him. There was a man sitting next to him.
Holding a cigar in his mouth, sitting on his bloated thigh was a white-skinned woman with extremely hot figure and appearance.
The man on the ground was covering his face and twitching, but still didn't make a sound. The drink next to him had been spilled on the floor.
"Hey, man, that girl is really good. I really regret it now. If it were me, I would definitely touch his PP!" Rodney held up Fairgreave, but still said loudly and unwillingly.
Yell.
Alma gave Rodney a sharp look, but he knew that Rodney must have caused trouble, so he simply straightened his back and said politely: "Sorry, everyone, I want him to drink
drunk!"
Rodney's shout made a dozen gangsters who were focusing on teaching the "drunkards" on the ground turn their heads. They were all covered in muscles, and their chest muscles were still twitching. Some of them had already begun to twist the sticks in their hands.
, raised his head and glared at the three guys in front of him who dared to make rude remarks.
At this time, the man covering his face on the ground felt the attack loosen, and let go of his hands covering his face, revealing a face full of thorns. His forehead was soaked in blood, but he could still see
Knowing the appearance, Rodney knew this guy and shouted: "Hey, isn't this Stan?" After saying that, he completely ignored the several gangsters who were already glaring at him, and walked over to help Stan who was lying on the ground.
Ni.
The fat man sitting on the sofa stood up, put his hand on the crotch of the girl next to him, withdrew his hand, stared at a pair of cloudy blue eyes, and said in a voice that was worse than a dog: "Do you know him?
That’s great, I’m worried that I don’t have a chance to find someone to redeem myself, I think you must be his friends!”
Alma originally didn't want to cause trouble, but now Stannie, who was lying on the ground, was as drunk as a dead pig and unsteady. After hearing the words of the man in front of him, he knew that money could settle the matter, but now for him, money is just a number.
That's all, so he said: "This gentleman, it is true that he is our friend. Just name a price and I am willing to compensate you for your losses!"
Rodney shouted: "Hey, you are crazy, what a great training opportunity, you just gave up like this, do you think we will be afraid of them?" After saying that, he shook the Fairgreave he was holding, and
Fairgrive just snorted, moved his body, and then leaned weakly on Rodney's shoulder.
The bloated man's plump face twitched, and he stretched out two fingers and said: "For 20,000 U.S. dollars, I will let him go, and I wish you a happy evening!"
"Twenty thousand dollars?" Rodney's blue eyes widened and he shouted, smelling of alcohol: "Are you sure?" Rodney couldn't believe that the other party would actually offer this price. With his current price
His net worth, 20,000 US dollars, is simply an insult to him.
The bloated man took a puff of his cigar and didn't know what Rodney meant. He said leisurely: "Why, that's too much!" While he was speaking, several thugs around him had already taken a step forward with sticks. In fact,
, If I hadn’t seen the guys in front of me look so muscular, I would have taken action long ago.
Alma knew that Rodney was looking for trouble again, so she quickly took out a stack of US dollars from her pocket, counted them randomly, put them on the bar, and said: "Okay, deal!" After that, she rushed into the crowd.
, put the severely injured Stany on his shoulders, and winked at Rodney.
Rodney shrugged his shoulders angrily, walked out of the door with his gun under his arm.
Looking at the U.S. dollars he happily paid, the fat man holding a cigar stretched out his hand to stop his subordinates who were about to rush over to start a fight. He looked at the U.S. dollars on the table and said to them: "Follow him and notify the boss. It seems we have something."