The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 Charlie is in the basement, and there are two local Hong Bang disciples who 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 Hong Bang disciple, "Brothers have worked hard, take this money to drink."

　　 The man felt the thickness of the envelope, and his face suddenly showed a satisfied smile.

　　 "The young master is really bold, no wonder the brothers in the coastal city say: Following you, there are wine, meat and women, and it will beat heaven and beat King Zhou."

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

　　 "It's easy to talk!"

　　 The two clasped their hands and left the basement to keep 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 keep 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, it's a handsome guy.

　　 "When you meet up later, no matter what I do, don't talk."

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

　　 Luke shrugged, opened the door 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 sat under the dangling chandelier with a chair, looking 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. A video cost me 30 million 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 in advance, pulled the bolt on it, tightened the silencer, and calmly said in the horrified gaze of the opponent.

　　 "You owe money to pay back, you owe your life in exchange for your life, since you have a kind of punishment for me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

　　 "Don't!"

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

　　 Emily frowned and frowned, spoke intentionally, remembering the previous words, and finally remained silent.

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

　　 "The account is yours, the password is also yours, who else is not you!"

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 to come back from the dead like a fish. Gasping for breath,

　　 Luke cursed angrily.

　　 "The **** Italians, what kind of **** they made, actually went off, you have a big shot fortune-telling, this time there will be no chance."

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

　　 Ibn yelled, his tears and snot mixed together, it was unspeakably miserable, his courage had been frightened by the gun just now.

　　 "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 is logged in through normal channels. Who else can anyone besides you."

　　 The muzzle was raised again.

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

　　 "Adusan! Yes, Adusan..."

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

After 　　 said, he repeated himself again,

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

　　 Luke did not put down his pistol, his tone remained harsh,

　　 "Just find someone's name and try to get confused. I can't be considered a fool."

　　 "I didn't lie to you, it's really 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 staff 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: "……"

　　'S eyes flickered violently, neither denied nor admitted.

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

　　 The latter was silent. It was a bit pitiful to see him like this. Hearing the word drug dealer, the sympathy disappeared instantly.

　　 Luke continued, "Where does Adusan live?"

　　 Everything that should be said and shouldn’t be said, Ibn simply broke the jar,

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

　　 Luke remembered the address in his mind, leaving a sentence "I will check it out," and then turned away.

　　 Out of the basement, two Hongbang disciples were waiting outside. The older one laughed ~www.ltnovel.com~Young Master, how is the trial? Do you need our brothers to help. "

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

　　 "You don't dare to be the word." The elder waved his hand again and again, "My last name is Lian, a single name is a city, you can call me Lao Lian, his surname is Zhao, it doesn't take long for Xiao Zhao to get started."

　　 "It turned out to be Brother Lien, Brother Zhao." Lin Nan hugged his hands empty, "Thank you for this today."

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

Since I started talking, Liancheng’s mouth 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 is true, not to mention the lavishness, but with this kind of demeanor and chest, it is like a spring breeze. No wonder the old master is so optimistic about him!

　　 "Is there anything else the young master has told you, if you have any, please speak up, brother will do it."

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

　　 drugs!

Hearing this word, Liancheng 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 then master immediately issued an order to die. , All Hongmen members are prohibited from contacting any drug-related business, but those who violate the rules, 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.