In Ning Fan's view, this conference room is just like other rooms – simply too "clean".
Considering the situation at the ti, if the owner of this chair were the victim,
even if Ning Fan himself had acted, the mont this person was captured, there would surely be signs of struggle left at the scene.
But now, apart from these consistent scratch marks, there's nothing.
"It's that feeling again!"
A hint of absurdity flashed in Ning Fan's eyes,
Ever since he entered this room, the animalistic aura beca increasingly apparent, as if it were the den of a fierce beast.
"Could it be that soone brought a large pet?"
With this thought, just as Ning Fan was about to leave, he began to search the ground diligently.
And he did find sothing that he hadn't noticed earlier.
Looking at the few strands of brown, curly hair on the floor, Ning Fan contemplated, "Is this hair? Or leg hair?"
"No matter. Just get it tested first."
After wrapping the brown hairs in tissue, Ning Fan left the villa through the skylight.
At this point, the manor no longer had investigative value.
"Hey! Boss, you're finally back."
The sudden voice startled Ning Fan.
Upon seeing those pearly white teeth, Ning Fan's slightly gloomy mood suddenly brightened, and he thought to himself,
"Such a strong racial talent; that skin color blends into the night. Even with my keen eyes, I couldn't detect it."
The person who spoke was none other than the chatterbox Bick, who in this pitch-black night seed to have enabled invisibility mode.
"You're still here?"
A hint of surprise flashed through Ning Fan's eyes.
He had been investigating the manor for about three hours, assuming that Bick would have long grown impatient and left, yet he was still here.
"Boss, you told to wait for you. I'm Bick, the most true-to-my-word Bick."
"At least he's obedient. Not bad!"
Ning Fan nodded inwardly, acknowledging this dedicated driver.
But the prerequisite is...
Listening to Bick's rowdy antics, Ning Fan frowned and couldn't help but reprimand, "Bick, can you shut up?"
"Boss, I thought you'd like it."
Seeing Bick's aggrieved face, Ning Fan replied, "What I need now is silence, understand?"
"Oh!"
Bick then closed his mouth.
The silence lasted until they entered the city.
New York, this international tropolis, under the allure of night, further reveals a sense of lavish prosperity.
"Fork it...damn it..."
On the bustling roads, whenever stuck in traffic, overtaking, or at traffic lights, Bick would stick his head out, cursing everything and asking about their mother's well-being.
And in return, he'd receive middle fingers and likewise inquiries about his mother.
Watching Bick and others curse across cars, Ning Fan was at an utter loss, "Bick, aren't you afraid of getting beaten up?"
"I'm Bick, the great Bick fears nothing."
With that, Bick flexed his enormous biceps, then boastfully said, "Boss, for just an extra hundred US dollars daily, you could have a strong bodyguard."
"Forget it!"
Ning Fan scoffed; he'd be blind and lacking mind's eye to hire such a cowardly bodyguard.
"Boss, where to now?"
Bick said with glee, "I know the circles. Could introduce you to so decent lads..."
Utterly fed up, Ning Fan loudly roared, "For God's sake, I like won, do you understand?"
"Boss, got it."
Bick, with no self-awareness, thick-skinned, continued to pimp,
"I know where there are so stunning girls, Gold Cats, Black Pearls, all of them are models, so even Hollywood stars..."
"With around, you can enjoy yourself worry-free, their skills are superb..."
"If you say one more word, I'll cut off your tongue, you hear ?"
As the words fell, a chilling aura swept through.
With Bick's cowardice, under this oppressive aura, he was instantly scared pale-lipped, nearly causing a car crash.
"Finally, half an hour of peace."
Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
Half an hour was Bick's limit for restraint; beyond that, he'd start chattering endlessly again.
Ning Fan had considered letting Bick go, but this guy was too familiar with New York's environnt,
like a sewer rat traversing every corner of New York.
Every ti they arrived sowhere, he'd introduce local gang powers, won...
Those underworld black and gray areas seed unknown to no one else but Bick.
"Boss, where to now?"
"Old Tom's place."
Ning Fan casually gave the na of the Black Lodge.
Bick widened his mouth in shock, "Oh! Dear boss, such an esteed person like you should absolutely not stay at such a place."
"You know the place?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and he had to admire this guy, truly knowledgeable about everything at the lower level.
"How could I not know."
Bick, seemingly greatly insulted, quickly responded, "That bastard Old Tom, he's a ruthless vampire, damn it..."
Disregarding Ning Fan's darkened face, after a series of curses, Bick moved to the main point, "Only the lowest-level punks, friend gangs... would stay in such a dreadful place..."
In Bick's words, the Black Lodge is no place for people, not even for illegal immigrants to stay, only junkies or friend gangs would reside there.
"Really feel sorry for them."
Ning Fan felt sowhat heartbroken for the Shadow Squad; they were indeed elites.
Just then, Bick switched gears, "Boss, I know a shop where there are lots of hot young girls, and the price is reasonable, most importantly it's safe, protected by the Wild Wolves Gang..."
Upon hearing these three words, Ning Fan did not interrupt Bick, listening to him introduce that very safe, very fun place.
"Not bad. Let's go with what you said."
Ning Fan nodded, then switched topics, "First, take to Old Tom's place."
Bick asked in surprise, "Why?"
"I need to retrieve my luggage. Are you going to get it for ?"
While speaking, Ning Fan fixed Bick with a penetrating gaze.
The ultimate outco left Ning Fan quite satisfied, with Bick's eyes showing only fear, without any other ulterior motives.
Here, Ning Fan intentionally exposed a vulnerability.
A person who casually throws out thousands in US dollars wouldn't possibly stay at such a cheap lodge, yet Bick didn't question it at all.
A mindless oaf, that was the guide Ning Fan was satisfied with.
Ning Fan playfully smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you scared?"
"Who's scared? I'm Bick, after all."
Although saying so, Bick's eyes darted around.
Old Tom's place can be said to be in the most chaotic region of the Brooklyn area.
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