Chapter 938 (1/2)

”I'm in New York, so Mr. Wilson, you don't have to catch a deluxe business class flight tonight, and you don't have to complain about living in a four-star standard room. You can sleep in your own bed and have a good dream all night. ” Said Luke slowly.

After a pause, he continued, ”and to remind you, if you don't work hard, Mr. Wilson may have to pay the lowest $500 information fee.”

Wade's face drooped, and he felt sorry for the result of not hitting the big Kaizi: ”that's a pity Ah, I mean that's great. ”

”You set the time and place and send it to me. It's better to be in downtown New York before 7 o'clock tonight. I'm not going to fly back to Los Angeles to see you again. ” Luke Ho Ho: ”money belongs to you when you put it in your pocket, right? Mr Wilson. ”

Wade: ” OK。”

Then Luke hung up.

Selena began to make complaints about how this guy lived to the present. Was it because he was surrounded by people with hearing disabilities that he didn't get killed from childhood? ”

”Of course, it's not made in a day.” Luke leisurely said: ”it took twenty or thirty years to succeed in promoting a super bitch, which is also a talent.”

Selena laughed and said, ”I want to know how many of his classmates wanted to kill him when he was a child. Well, teachers can count. ”

Luke: maybe they've already been fired

Wade's message quickly returned: the bar at sister Margaret's school for wayward children, 7 p.m.

Selena looked at the long list of bar names in the text message, and the school in it, and her mouth twitched a little: ”isn't this really the school name Wade read? He is not afraid of being cursed by God! ”

Luke disagreed: ”you have to believe that bitches are not afraid of being cursed because there are so many people who curse them.”

……

At half past six in the afternoon, Luke and his wife drove out in their old car.

But now the old car has been replaced with gray and black, which is even less impressive. The license plate has also been switched to a real fake license plate.

Luke two people are still dressed as a young hip-hop girl, the same cap plus Sunglasses with large masks.

They found the old man's name in Harlem district and the shabby bar full of bad taste, so they went in.

Stepping into the gate, a sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

It's similar to the bar in Los Angeles when I met wade in terms of bad style and poor quality.

The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat, vomit and other things pervaded the old and tattered bar, and the customers were all full of flesh and blood, looking like they should have been sent to the electric chair.

They went to the bar and asked for a coke.

To this end, the bartender with long hair, buckteeth and black frame glasses didn't show a strange look, but the charge standard of $20 for a bottle of coke fully demonstrated the essence of the black shop here.

Maybe it's because Luke and I don't look like everyone else here.

Luke put two twenty dollar knives into the glass jar of the bar and asked, ”is Wade here?”

The bartender glanced at him. ”Which Wade?”

Luke pondered for two seconds: ”the cheapest and the most shameless.”

Bartender: ”he hasn't been here for days. It's said that he's infatuated with a black African woman with the size of a hippo, which weighs 400 pounds.”

Luke, Selena: You are not related to Wade's mouth.