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Feasting and feasting.

Sometimes it is an imagery metaphor used to describe the prosperity of the city.

Now, it's a statement...

Zhang Ming squinted his eyes and rubbed his temples vigorously. The red lights flashing above his head made his head swell.

This is a nightclub on Sixth Avenue, Pushkin Square. It's one o'clock at midnight, which is when business is busiest.

People on the dance floor swayed wildly to the DJ's songs, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones, cigarettes, alcohol and sweat.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and almost fainted from choking.

There is a half-person-high catwalk in the middle and on the left and right sides of the dance floor. There is a steel pipe inserted on the catwalk. Young ladies in cool clothes circle the steel pipe, showing off their soft figures.

I don’t know why, but my clothes are becoming less and less unknowingly.

"Hey! Zhang Ming, are you okay?"

As a native American, Franklin was obviously more adaptable to this environment than Zhang Ming. He swayed slightly with the music and looked around with his eyes, looking for their target.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said, "Just keep an eye on me. I'll go outside to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon."

After having dinner at Roman's restaurant and drinking milk under Angela's supervision, Zhang Ming and Franklin embarked on a journey to find the long-haired man in the photo.

They searched one by one according to the red dots on the map, because the FBI found out that the long-haired man was a trafficker. During this period, they inevitably came into contact with local gangsters.

Those little hooligans were peddling some kind of white pills in the nightclub. Zhang Ming didn't have to do anything. After putting a few US dollar bills on the table, someone came to them sneakily.

Zhang Ming used the fear of being caught as an excuse to bring the gangster to a deserted place. The gangster relied on the fact that he was confident in his own territory. As a result, he was subjected to socialist criticism and education by Zhang Ming.

However, to Zhang Ming's surprise, none of them recognized the man in the photo.

Judging from the way they rolled their eyes in shock, Zhang Ming speculated that these must be the truth.

Zhang Ming and Franklin spent a whole night searching one place after another, and finally got the news from a gangster——

"death or life".

It translates to "Life or Death" nightclub.

"I saw this long-haired man there. He went there several times just in the past two days, and he may be there today. What I say is true. You have to believe me."

Said a bearded gangster who was beaten into a pig's head.

This was a gangster with personality. Not only did he have a long beard, he also had tattoos on his lips, upper eyelids and earlobes. Zhang Ming couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and the painting was crooked.

"What is this tattoo you have?" Zhang Ming couldn't help but ask.

At the mention of tattoos, the bearded gangster became less frightened, and introduced to Zhang Ming, "The crane on his eyelids, the Chinese dragon on his lips, and the words 'Kung' and 'Fu' tattooed on his ears respectively.

I have been fond of Chinese culture since I was a child, and I want to make money by selling... selling these things. If I have the opportunity, I can travel to China and go to the Shaolin Temple to learn real Kung Fu!Wait, do you know Chinese Kung Fu? Are you that kind of hero? "

Hearing the bearded gangster say "Da shrimp", Zhang Ming felt a little pained.

"If you really like Chinese culture, don't make money from this kind of thing."

When it comes to his hometown, Zhang Ming's attitude towards the bearded gangster is a little better.

Unexpectedly, when the bearded gangster saw that Zhang Ming did not refuse, he knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Ming like he did in the TV series, shouting, "Father Xi! Please search the nest to make him bald!"

This shocked Zhang Ming and Franklin. Seeing that the bearded gangster was about to entangle them again, Zhang Ming subconsciously discharged his electricity. The bearded gangster trembled all over and finally fainted.

After struggling for most of the night, the two men drove to the Life or Death nightclub, waiting for their target to appear.

After talking to Franklin and walking out of the nightclub, the cool night breeze finally allowed Zhang Ming to relax a little.

Maybe Zhang Ming is too conservative.

He still couldn't understand the behavior of spending thousands of dollars to go to nightclubs to drink and get drunk, and also to spend the night with friends at Internet cafes.