In Ye Qiu’s eyes, this black guy is nothing more than a bug. If it weren’t for avoiding unnecessary trouble, he would have wasted him right away.
"Get in the car, take us back." Ye Qiu said.
"My hand, my hand hurts so bad I can’t move it." The black taxi driver scread in pain.
"Drag yourself to the trunk."
After getting in the car with Miranda, the black taxi driver dragged himself to the back seat, where Ye Qiu imdiately reversed and drove away, heading back to Kingston’s city center.
Upon arriving in Kingston’s city center, Ye Qiu and Miranda got out of the car, opting not to drive to the four-star hotel to avoid drawing further trouble.
Getting out of the car, Ye Qiu casually took the handgun with him.
Flagging down another taxi to head back to the four-star hotel, Miranda’s gaze toward Ye Qiu shifted—she had no idea how he had taught that black guy a lesson.
Arriving downstairs at the hotel, Ye Qiu and Miranda got out of the car, where Martinez and Luo Yang were waiting for them, though Luo Yang was not worried about Ye Qiu’s safety.
Especially Ning Yun, who knew full well how formidable Ye Qiu was. Plucking leaves and shooting flowers was not sothing an ordinary person could do.
"Miranda, Mr. Ye, we were so worried just now," Martinez said.
"Just a black guy, what’s there to worry about," Ye Qiu replied.
Upstairs, when Ye Qiu handed the handgun to Luo Yang, they didn’t expect that he would actually bring a gun back with him.
This is a Desert Eagle from the United States, seen it in books before.
"That black guy used it to threaten , but he didn’t even unlock the safety, and it ended up in my hands."
When Luo Yang and Ning Yun took it, Ye Qiu returned to his room, only to take another shower.
After showering, turning on the TV, it was all European and Arican dramas and movies, which seed alright.
As Ye Qiu prepared to continue cultivating, hoping to break through tonight, a knock ca from the door.
Ye Qiu opened the door to see Miranda in a dress, wanting Ye Qiu to continue her treatnt.
"Continue the treatnt, huh?"
As Miranda sidled over and undressed, while Ye Qiu treated her, she put back on her dress, realizing increasingly that the slight body odor emanating from her armpits had indeed disappeared.
How did Ye Qiu do it?
Miranda had no idea.
After Miranda returned to her room.
Ye Qiu sat at the window to begin cultivation, here the moonlight was excellent, just like in Cuba. As Ye Qiu began cultivating the "Primordial Five Emperors Technique," the consistently flowing moonlight essence entered his ridians, gradually transforming spirit energy into true qi.
Unaware of how much ti passed, the spi ritual energy transford into true qi, reaching a critical point, like a dam about to burst, in an instant the gathered true qi seed ready to break through, Ye Qiu felt a rumbling sound in his mind. Upon opening his eyes again, Ye Qiu knew, his cultivation had once again broken through.
He had transitioned from the mid-stage of the Eighth Layer of the Qi Refinent Realm to its pinnacle.
The whole person felt completely different from before.
Checking the ti, it was only after three in the morning.
Ye Qiu stood up, took another shower, finding sleep elusive, having only recently arrived in the Caribbean, he wasn’t missing his kin in Jinling or anything.
After showering, Ye Qiu directly contacted Ning Yun.
"Want to go out for a drink?"
"Brother Qiu, I do, but isn’t there business tomorrow?"
Ning Yun was puzzled as to why Ye Qiu would wake up in the middle of the night wanting to go drink.
"Don’t worry, did you forget my profession?"
Ning Yun quickly recalled Ye Qiu was a doctor, indeed fearless, waking up Luo Yang as well, and Martinez.
The four of them left the hotel, with Martinez opting not to bring his sister along.
Considering bars are chaotic places.
The four didn’t take a taxi, opting to walk to a bar instead. Upon opening the door, they found many young beauties inside, including black pearls and young white beauties.
Actually, most patrons of these bars aren’t black, as most blacks can’t afford it, and like other small countries, most wealthy people in Jamaica are descendants of mixed-race Chinese.
These Chinese understand how to make money, while most blacks live for today, lacking the knowledge to accumulate wealth, not to ntion running a business.
Pushing through the door inside, most inside were tourists mostly, while the young white people were likely primarily mixed-race or from nearby countries.
"Be careful, don’t ss around, there’s a lot of AIDS around here," Ye Qiu warned Luo Yang.
Of course, they knew.
As they headed over to the bar, scantily-clad young won approached to accompany them, Ye Qiu had no need, whereas the other three—especially Luo Yang—appeared breathless, being their first close encounter with stunning foreign beauties.
However, the scent of strong perfu mixed with body odor and sweat left them with an indescribable feeling.
"I’ll have a frozen German beer," Ye Qiu ordered.
As the waitress went to prepare it, Ye Qiu contemplated, even if he did acquire Coffee Mountain, how to manage it?
Given Jamaica’s current security situation, Ye Qiu was concerned, but most of the Caribbean shared similar security issues, entwined with gangs, drugs, and firearms.
Previously, he hadn’t considered these things, but experiencing such audacious black taxi drivers made it unnecessary.
A large German beer was placed in front of Ye Qiu, this just five US Dollars, alongside vodka, wine, local liquor, beer, cocktails, and more.
Due to his heart condition, Martinez previously dared not drink much, but with his ailnt fully cured, he wanted to reclaim the youth he’d lost.
"I’m going to find a few beauties to have fun with, but please don’t tell my sister," Martinez said.
Ye Qiu laughed, saying nothing.
When Martinez found a black pearl and left, Luo Yang asked, "Brother Qiu, isn’t Martinez afraid of catching AIDS?"
Clearly, places with more black people, AIDS is rampant, and they hadn’t expected Martinez to be so bold.
"Who knows about him."
While Ye Qiu certainly could cure them if they contracted anything, he preferred not to, as they had important things to handle next.
When Martinez returned from inside, it was already past four in the morning, having spent several hundred US Dollars.
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