Chapter 183 (1/2)

Half an hour later, Hayden drove the Volvo 960 to the door. Feiji showed her face in front of the reporter. Then she got on the car and went straight to the French restaurant she had been to last time.

Old Mike is also professional in getting rid of reporters. He took most of the paparazzi riding motorcycles away. After releasing several smoke bombs, he asked Marotta to drive over and take him, Sonya and Al to leave quietly.

”Well, sit up. There should be no one to follow.” After a few more rounds in downtown Chicago, old Mike spoke and asked Sonya, who was half lying in the back seat, to get up.

”Oh, it's tiring.”

Song Ya has risen again. Now he can be regarded as a strong man. Although he can't compare with that of marvolta and Tony, his body is more symmetrical. After dancing and equipment training, his abdominal muscles are gradually developed.

”I put a pair of bulletproof vests in the back seat. Do you want to change them somewhere?” Asked old Mike.

”Come on, that's too obvious.” It's August, and thin clothes don't hide bulletproof vests. ”Hey, marvolta, if you don't want to follow, I can put you down nearby.”

”No, it's OK. You're the boss and you're nice to me.” Marvolta said as he drove.

“OK。” Song Ya put down his heart, ”I'm not polite to you at this time. Things are a little tricky. I'm short of people.”

Marvolta nodded and focused on driving.

The car stopped at Old Joe's music building, and several gangsters with helltail cat scarves stood there, ”Hey, aplus.” They recognized song ya, and they no longer used to search without saying a word, ”is it convenient?” A small leader stepped forward and signaled.

”Yes, search in the corridor. There are too many people outside.” Sonya comes in with three people. ”Hey, Carl.” He greets Carl, ”how are you doing?”

As he spoke, the turbans searched his body very carefully. They found two pistols and two knives, one long and one short, from old Mike. ”Old white, your guy is not bad.”

”The little leader knows the goods,” he said, playing with the pistol.

Old Mike ignored him, ”my bodyguard.” Song Ya explained a sentence, the other party Nu nuzui release, four people upstairs.

Old Joe didn't change much here. I don't know how he recorded the album for the four aunts. Eric, the tuner, wasn't there. All the way through was hellcat.

”Hey, aplus is really our own! Cool A black teenager in his teens saw song Ya blurting out and was soon stopped by the old gang members next to him. However, song Ya still reached out and touched the young man. He was so young that he put on the flower headdress. He should be as cruel as the ”et” who died before. At this age, there is no other way to go up to the top except to fight for the gang with a gun.

“APLUS……” Some of the old Joe's office door didn't wear a turban, but they were not very enthusiastic. Song Ya knew that they were the new attendants of little Lori. Tony was in prison during his probation, and he had to replenish his blood.

”Wait a minute.” Old Mike was blocked out by them.

”My bodyguard, my own.” Sonya pulls them out of the way and brings old Mike and marvolta and Al in.

Kenneth, with his cigar in his mouth, elbows on the boss's table, his eyes squinting, old Joe sitting on the opposite side, Pablo sitting on the other side, little Lori and Tony, AK on the back sofa, old Morgan sitting near the door, no other place to sit.

No one said hello to himself. Pablo and little Lori's eyes were killing people. Sonya ignored them and stood with them against the wall for a while.

”Yali...” Tony whispered across the sofa.

”Hey, Tony.” Song Ya guessed that he should not be clear about the real situation, but he may feel something with his cleverness. He has always been active. Now he is a little droopy, with a broken face and full of worries.

”OK, it's all packed, my big stars.” Kenneth said, ”if you have anything to say, Pablo, you can start. I'm very busy. The court can't be short of people for a moment.”

”Let me be frank, aplus, old Morgan. You have broken the rules. I applied for arbitration out of politeness and morality, otherwise I can deal with you directly!”