Manhattan Reborn 1978

San Francisco.

a new day.

The morning light of the morning sun shines into the bedroom from the window.

David, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to rub the gum in the corners of his eyes, sat up, yawned, and walked into the bathroom.

last night.

They were drinking and chatting with the youthful girls at Club No. 39 in North Beach, and they didn't disperse until after midnight.

However, as several people chatted with these girls, David gradually verified some of his guesses about the club owner Canes, whom he had never met.

man~

What do young, beautiful, youthful girls, or women, need most?

Body?

Physiological needs?

This is just one aspect~

On the other hand, the unsatisfied psychological and spiritual needs of those of the opposite sex they come into contact with in life and work are another wonderful experience that men most want to get from women and girls.

This club provides the best place for men with such psychological and spiritual needs to talk and communicate.

It allows these men who face stressful work and boring life all day long to rely on their certain identities, auras, experiences, successes, etc., to gain psychological satisfaction from these young girls ~

this. .David couldn't help but think of some clubs or entertainment venues that are very popular in the island country~

The most intimate physical contact between the girls working there and the customers is limited to holding hands or sitting closer~

But the men who come to visit can relieve their mental fatigue and get satisfaction and comfort from the girls through chatting. .

Talk therapy~

This kind of experience of boldly talking to each other between strangers of the opposite sex, as long as it is the first time, the customer stickiness will increase exponentially.

. . .

While brushing his teeth, David looked at his own face in the mirror, and in his heart, he gave this Carnes Rothschild a like!

Awesome! !

As expected, he became a millionaire at a young age. .Young talents of the rich generation~

His new business relies on a method of making money that captures the psychological and spiritual needs of men. It really is. .In the United States, it is very rare to see ~

Last night, when they were about to leave, David asked the Hispanic beauty Sandra about the basic threshold required for guests to spend money in the club. .

One hundred thousand dollars!

This is just the annual membership fee of the club~

If you want to come and play, there will be a minimum spending amount every time!

this. .Isn't it just a money printing machine?

Do people who can spend $[-] a year to play in clubs care about the minimum spend each time?

Kanes, you are really 666~!

David is now looking forward to this Karnes.

He wanted to see what kind of person this Karnes was, who understood men's consumer psychology and played with it!

Thinking of this, David raised his hand and touched the newly sprouted stubble, this. .In recent times, David has obviously felt that his beard has become more and more lush.

When he remembered that it looked like old David had a very lush beard and body hair, he realized that it was hereditary~

However, now that the beard is starting to grow thicker, shouldn’t it be time to take care of it more often?

David rubbed his chin with his hand and walked out of the bathroom, ready to go find Bloomer and see where the kid's razor was. .

----

San Francisco.

Union Square Hilton Hotel.

The next day's meeting was held as scheduled~

After David and Bloomer met with Giles and a few others at the hotel entrance, Panaris asked everyone to follow him, walked through the lobby, took the elevator, and arrived at a suite on the third floor.

David followed into the room with a little curiosity and saw a turned on TV and a small speaker in the living room.

Panaris asked a few people to sit down and introduced: "The people in the hotel came up with this idea last night, using closed-circuit television and speakers to do live broadcast for the main venue~"

"This is... a really interesting and good idea~"

Bloomer looked around and sat down, finding a good seat for himself so that he could comfortably take a nap later. .

David saw him sitting down and prepared to stay away from him so that he could throw something at him when he snored later. .

Panaris arranged several people, smiled and nodded with Grace, preparing to go downstairs with her.

Grace stood there without moving, smiled and shook her head: "You can go downstairs by yourself. I'm going to contact you soon and check out some local San Francisco TV stations."

Panaris nodded slightly and looked at Leslie who glanced over: "What about you?"

Leslie smiled and spread his hands: "Compared with the venue, I still prefer the relaxed environment here ~ don't you?"

"Okay~ Then... I'll just go by myself~?"

"Haha~ That's right, go ahead, go ahead~"

Panaris went downstairs with a helpless smile on his face. .

In the living room of the room, on the TV, a person walked onto the stage and introduced today's meeting and the arrangements of the venue into the microphone~

"Due to the large number of people attending the meeting yesterday and today, the second and third floors of the conference venue have been temporarily changed into branch rooms where people can watch the meeting. This will allow more people to watch the meeting and ensure the smoothness of the meeting. conduct."

On the stage, after the temporary guest host in the hotel gave everyone a detailed introduction, the venue was almost full. Richard Curry, CEO of Wells Fargo, led the speaker who was going to be the first to speak today. Last night Mr. Junior Minister of Finance, whom David had met, walked up to the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am..."

The meeting on the second day officially began with the self-introduction of the junior minister~

----

new York.

Near Columbia University, at the entrance of a store on 115th Street, Zina and a middle-aged woman in plain clothes walked out of the store with a smile.

"Mrs. Webster, you are so polite~ Mirella is a very sensible child, she is here with me..."

last night.

Miranella Webster told Zina that her family was coming to New York to visit her. At that time, Zina promised this silly girl that she would help her and meet her family.

But what Zina didn't expect was that the way Miranla communicated with her family was really communication. .

Handwritten letters, stamps, and mailings. .

Miranla told her family in a letter a few days ago that she successfully entered Columbia University, said that Zina was a good person who sponsored her to go to school, and also gave her the phone number of the apartment.

After receiving Mirila's letter, her family replied saying that they would come to New York to thank Zina in person and see Mirila again.

As a result, Milanla received a reply from her family the day before yesterday.

this morning.

Before the others got up, Zina was woken up by the ringing of the phone beside the bed.

When she answered the phone, she realized that Miranla's father, mother, and sister had arrived in New York in a car. .

The sudden arrival of her family members left Miranla a little at a loss. Fortunately, she told Zina about it last night. .

Zina, who had not yet woken up in the morning and was in a daze, looked at Miranla standing at the door, struggling with her hands there, and couldn't help but pat her forehead.

"Okay~ plans always change faster~ right?"

"You'd better get ready quickly, we're going to see your family later!"

Miranla was wearing a slightly thin and ill-fitting nightgown, biting her lip, nodded lightly to Xina, and walked back to the room with heavy steps. .

"Haha~" Zina smiled, stretched and closed the door. .

. . .

just now.

Zina and Miranla's mother stood on the street, waiting for the Miranla sisters to return from Columbia University.

They were not far from the street.

There was an old and dusty car parked. In the driver's seat, Miranla's father, Old Weisbert, was wearing a clean old-fashioned suit, stroking his rough fingers, smoking a cigarette, and observing silently. Looking at his wife and Zina not far away.

To be honest, after receiving the letter from his youngest daughter, Miranella's father, Old Weisbert, simply did not believe that there were good people in New York. .

I would never believe that someone would take out money from their own wallet to send their daughter to college without asking for anything. . ?

Therefore, after hearing that his wife had the same concerns, old Weisbert immediately made the decision to go to New York!

He just wanted to see what Zina, his daughter Miranla, who praised in the letter as the best person in the world, was like. .

As a result, he saw it~

After he met Zina for the first time and chatted with her for a while, he slowly let go of his doubts~

My daughter Mirala didn’t lie, she didn’t make up lies in the letter to make her family feel at ease~

This Ms. Zina. .

No, it's Miss Zina, she is indeed a good person!

Don't ask him what he based his judgment on, anyway, he is sure~ Zina is a good person!

. . .

now.

Miranla, who left Zina and her mother waiting, was quickly walking out of a teaching building at Columbia University with her sister.

They came to Columbia University to ask for leave from their tutors~

And this sister Miranla who came to New York with her parents is the good sister who gave up her studies and went out to work to make money in order to send her sister to college~

When she and her parents met Zina, her eyes were full of curiosity and gratitude!

She was sincerely happy that her sister could meet such a good person like Zina.

Mira held her sister's arm who was looking around. The two walked across the Columbia lawn and passed several student apartments. Looking at the college students strolling around, Mira held her sister's hand and relaxed slightly.

In the next moment, when Zina and her mother could be seen, Miran took her sister's hand and pulled her back hard.

"Um...what's wrong Mirala?"

"I...I want to finish all the subjects I'm studying as soon as possible, get all the credits, graduate, and then go to work, so that you can also go to college!~"

The sister looked at Miranla's eyes seriously for a short while, then smiled and put the broken hair around her ears back, and said warmly.

"Okay~ I will work hard to make money after I go back, help you pay back the tuition to Zina, and buy her a gift!"

"Um.!"

Miranla bit her lip and put her arms around her sister's thin waist. After the two saw the traffic light turn green, they happily crossed the road and walked towards Zina and her mother.

----

North of New York City.

On the outskirts of Yonkers, on the side of a forked road, in a parked car, Xinni sat in the driver's seat, looked at the car turning in the distance, flicked the cigarette butt in his hand away, and got out of the car.

The oncoming car stopped four or five meters away from Xinni. Carew walked out of the car alone, carrying a bag, and raised his head to Xinni~

"How's it going? Is everything going well?"

"It went well~We are very lucky~"

With a smile on his face, Carew put the bag he was carrying on the front cover of Xinni's car, opened the zipper, and signaled to Xinni.

"Look~ they're all here!"

Xinni took a look at the contents of the bag and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Huh~ Where are the police? Is there any movement?"

"There was no big movement. The person I was looking for was very agile. Apart from some blood stains at the scene, I didn't leave any clues for them~"

"Where are the people? Are they gone?"

"Let's go! They all took a plane to Italy. I watched them get on the first flight this morning!"

"Okay!! Okay~!"

Xinni reached for the bag, looked inside, and after confirming it again, he carried it to an open space not far away, used the shovel he had prepared, quickly dug a deep hole, and removed the contents of the bag. Things were poured into it and buried. .

Karu stood aside the whole time, smoking silently, watching Xinni digging holes, pouring things, and filling holes~

After half an hour.

Xinni carried the shovel, walked back to the car, unbuttoned his coat, leaned against the car, took the cigarette from Karu, took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke, and whispered.

"We owe it to Ludy and David again~"

"Hmm~ I think David shouldn't know about this!"

"Haha~ He will know!"

"People from the Morgan family are not easy to fool!"

"That kid has a smart mind and can always come up with some clever ideas to make money~"

"He can only rely on the money-making ideas he came up with, and then he joined Morgan... Haha~"

Xinni twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head slightly at Karu, and continued: "David is still young, his heart has not turned black, and his hands have not been stained with blood~"

"This is a good thing for us!"

"If I was asked to cooperate with old Malkin, that old fox, Karu, the two of us might have been buried in that pit right now!"

Karu followed Xinni's gaze and looked at the new soil that had been turned up in the open space in the distance. He lowered his head slightly, frowned, and asked in confusion.

"Then... what should we do in the future? There have been so many fewer people in the gang overnight... will it...?"

"Haha~ What are you afraid of? It's not me who died!!"

Xinni's eyes seemed to be shrouded in smoke, flashing a cold light that made even Karu feel chilly. .

"In the Bronx, from now on we will reduce our manpower and only occupy a few streets close to Manhattan~"

"The remaining areas, and the areas bordering Harlem, give up!"

"Give up? No more?"

"No more!"

"But...but our people..."

"Haha ~ Karu, after what happened this time, do you think I will trust anyone besides you?"

"Friends, brothers, partners, subordinates... are any of these people trustworthy?"

Carew was speechless, touched the pistol on his right waist, sneered, and nodded.

"Yeah~ they... are not as reliable as pistols!"

Xinni flicked the cigarette butt away with his fingers, smiled and patted Carew on the shoulder: "That's right!"

"We will also learn from the Sidrich family in the future!"

"Slowly turn all business into serious business!"

"The Sidrich family, those...bastard fools, can figure things out, why can't we figure it out?"

Kalu smiled slightly weirdly at the corner of his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"As far as I know, it was only after David scolded them at the old Malkin's house that the people of the Sidrich family were willing to give up their territory and switch to serious business!"

"Oh? Uh...hahahaha~"

"How can that kid David still curse? Did he curse Sidric? Hahaha~"

"Okay~Okay! Those fools should be scolded! Scolded hard! Hahaha~"

Karu laughed while looking at Xinni's car shooting, and couldn't help but be made to laugh too. .

"When I heard about this incident, I felt very happy, but I didn't know...whether David would be affected by this incident..."

Xinni smiled and glanced around, looking at Karu sideways: "What? There are only two of us here, and you still talk in such a roundabout way?"

"No~ I just don't quite understand why old Malkin treats that kid David... as if he's his own son?"

"Hmm~ Haha~ It's not surprising that you don't know about this!"

"The Sidrich family you see now is made up of their own family~"

"But decades ago, the Sidrich family and Malkin's fathers had recruited a group of people with foreign surnames as peripheral members of the family~"

“David Coleman Sr. was one of them!”

"But there were nearly sixty of them back then. After so many years, there may not even be five left alive~"

"Is there such a thing? No wonder..."

"Hmm...now you understand?"

"Understood!"

"No! You still don't understand!"

Sini seemed to be telling Karu a tongue twister. .Wave at him and get into the driveway.

"When I have time in the future, I will take you to old Malkin, and he will tell you the answer!"

Karu nodded blankly, watched Xinni get into the car, start it, waved to him, and drove away. .

In the distance, from the car driving away, Xinni's voice floated: "Go back and gather our subordinates who haven't dispersed yet. I'll hold a meeting for them at the same place at ten o'clock in the evening!"

"Ok!"

Sinney is gone.

Carew looked at the car going away in the rising dust, reached into his coat pocket, and walked towards his car.

----

New Jersey.

Jersey City is separated from New York City by only the Hudson River.

Junior Soprano, the gang boss of the Soprano family, was sitting in his old seat in the xx Dance Girl Club, looking at the door and waiting patiently.

His subordinate, the guy nicknamed Shark Head, sat opposite Junior, looking down at the several large boxes under the table, and couldn't help but feel itchy on his fingers.

"Boss, what's in these boxes...is the 4000 million dollar bearer bond?"

Junior picked up the cup, took a sip, and hummed through his teeth: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Ah~"

The shark's head drooped, and his eyes kept turning back and forth on several large boxes. .

After a while.

The door of the club.

The middle-aged man who met Junior last time opened the door and walked in, carrying a bag.

After looking around the club, he walked towards Junior with a smile on his face, nodded his thanks for giving him the shark head position, sat down and smiled.

"Is everything done?"

Junior sat up straight and kicked the pile of big boxes: "They're all here, 4000 million dollars!"

"Yeah...ok!"

The middle-aged man only glanced down, then motioned to the shark head, wanting a glass of bourbon~

The shark turned his head slightly, and after seeing Junior nodding, he turned and left to pour the middle-aged man a drink.

Seeing his appearance, the middle-aged man smiled even more and said, "Loyal subordinates like him are hard to find, Junior!"

"What did you bring?" Junior asked the question directly without answering.

"It? Haha~ The latest product from Colombia~ I brought you some samples for testing~?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man opened the bag. Inside was a small package tightly wrapped in newspapers, which was slowly opened by the middle-aged man.

"It is said that its purity is very high, exceeding 95%!"

Junior took the transparent bag, which weighed about a hundred grams, opened it, dipped a little with his finger, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, licked a little with the tip of his tongue, tasted it for a few seconds, and spit it out.

"What about the price?"

"The first batch of goods, no matter how much you want, is the original price!"

"..Um?"

"This is Blanco's thanks!"

Junior frowned, weighed the small bag in his hands, and threw it back in front of the middle-aged man.

"What about you? When are you leaving?"

"Send these bonds on the plane and I'll leave~"

"Where? Back to Miami?"

The middle-aged man's smile froze, and he shook his head slightly distressed: "No, I'm going to Chicago!"

"You...are you going to work for Blanco from now on?"

"Hi~"

The middle-aged man obviously didn't want to answer Junior's question. He watched the shark head come over with a wine glass, nodded to thank him, drank the wine in the glass in a big gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then whispered.

"I need money!"

Junior nodded silently.

This answer is very general, very common, and very realistic!

Who doesn’t need money?

He gestured under the table and then asked: "Where is the plane? When will it arrive?"

"..Evening~"

"Well... we still have enough time. Do you want to come with me and make some friends?"

"friend?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the boxes under the table suspiciously and kicked them speculatively.

"Soldier?"

"Oh? Do you want to meet those soldiers? Haha~ I can help!"

"I...I fuck..."

The middle-aged man began to feel entangled in his heart. .

This time it was his turn to frown, took the cigarette from Junior, lit it, and puffed hard. .

A few minutes later, he flicked the cigarette butt away.

"What the hell!~Take me there!"

"Haha~ Going to see the soldiers?"

"Correct!"

Junior began to look at the middle-aged man in front of him with admiration.

"you sure?"

"Sure! I want to make money, and I want to live to spend it all!"

"Hahaha~ You really have some ideas~!"

"fxxx!"

The middle-aged man cursed and continued.

“Blanco can work with people, so of course I can!”

"...Okay~ Let's finish this drink and leave?"

"This cup? I finished it long ago!"

"Hahaha~ Okay, let's leave now!"

"ok~!"

----

new York.

Wall Street, in an office in the Stanley Building.

Lilith sat behind her desk, tapping her palm with a pen, thinking about what Polly said when she came to visit.

Otis Parker!

This guy. .Is it controllable?

He went to the new head of the FBI in New York and said some incomprehensible things. Was it really just a test?

Does that look like. .The somewhat neurotic Mr. Parker is an important figure arranged by old Mr. Morgan in New York?

Lilith can’t figure it out and can’t guess~

Moreover, she has nowhere to go to ask ~

Go ask old Mr. Morgan?

Emm. .

Do not!

This is the real reason why Polly came to her to contact David, as she said! ?

Let David ask old Mr. Morgan, or ask Odis Parker! ?

Correct!

Just do it!

After Lilith made her decision, she picked up the phone and thought about how to find David. .

----

new York.

In the Southern District of Manhattan, on the pier far away from the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

Zina took the ticket she just bought and got on the ship, planning to take Miranla's family of four on a boat tour to see the Statue of Liberty from the water and the New York City that people talked about on TV.

On the boat, Zina and Miranla's family stood on one side of the boat.

She faced the wind and pointed at the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center and the somewhat damaged Statue of Liberty, introducing their history and origins, and introducing New York, the city where she had lived for 20 years.

Zina's voice floated in the wind, slowly attracting some tourists around. They stood not far away, following Zina's fingers and Zina's words, looking at New York from a distance, looking at The City of Angels, the Financial Capital of the World, the Big Apple~!

a few hours later.

Zina, who was thirsty, got off the boat with Miranla and her family who were satisfied.

Several people started walking and went to a mid-range restaurant near the World Trade Center Twin Towers.

As the host, Zina ordered a table full of delicious dishes for Miranla’s family.

At the dinner table, Zina raised her wine glass and looked at the slightly cramped and reserved Miranla family, showing off her full-level social skills that she has practiced for 20 years~

ten minutes later.

On Zina's table, bursts of uninterrupted chuckles rippled through the small restaurant, causing the people dining around to take a curious look~

After meal.

Zina asked the waiter for help, called two taxis, took several people back to her apartment, showed them around the house, went up to the second floor, and saw where Miranla lived and lived.

Miranla's parents stood in the room that belonged to Miranla, looking carefully at their daughter's bed, daughter's desk, and daughter's wardrobe, and watching their two daughters whispering and laughing beside the bed. .

Milan pulled her sister to sit on the bed, but her sister held her sister tightly, not wanting her sister's neat bed to become messy because of her. .

Zina folded her arms and stood by the door with a smile on her face, and the warmth in her heart surged throughout her body~

family.

Her family members don’t know where they are at this time and how they are doing~

. . .

Miranla's mother held her husband's old Weisbert's arm and whispered in his ear: "Should we... go back?"

Old Weisbert took a gentle breath, and slowly scanned everything in his daughter's room again, finally stopping at his two daughters. He nodded slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

He pulled his wife, turned to face Zina, bowed slightly and nodded: "Thank you Zina~! Thank you for helping Miranla!"

"Please accept my sincere gratitude on behalf of my family!"

Zina lowered her arms, took half a step forward, took Miranla's mother's hand, shook her head and said: "You have a good daughter like Miranla..."

Miranla and her sister stood aside, with big eyes flashing, listening to the conversation between their parents and Zina, their hands holding each other tightly. .

. . .

more than an hour later.

Night has fallen quietly.

Old Weisbert led his family and stood on the street in front of the apartment. He took out a small envelope from his arms and wanted to force it on Zina.

As soon as Zina touched the envelope, she knew it contained cash, and she quickly wanted to refuse~

Old Weisbert, with calloused hands, firmly stuffed the envelope into Zina's hand and said with an apology on his face.

"I'm sorry, we originally thought Miranella had encountered difficulties and encountered trouble in New York~"

"I'm thinking of taking this money and helping Miranla bring the Weisbert family's daughter home~"

"I didn't expect that everything in Miranla's letter to us was true!"

"Zina, thank you! Thank you for everything you have done for Miranla!"

"Please take it!"

"It's not much!"

"But I want to be able to bring some help to my daughter and to you~"

Xina pursed her lips, looked down at the envelope, and chose to accept it.

"Don't worry~ Milanla is here with me, you can come see her at any time~"

"When she has a vacation, she will come home to reunite with you at Christmas!"

"Okay~ okay! Goodbye Xina!"

“We sincerely welcome you to our home in Minnesota!”

"Goodbye!~"

"Goodbye~ Mom and Dad, goodbye sister!"

"Goodbye my child, Miranla!"

"Bye, see you at Christmas!"

. . .

Zina stood on the street in front of the apartment, watching the taxi go away, and hugged the little girl Milan who was already in tears.

Old Weisbert left with his wife and daughter.

They took a taxi to the pier, picked up their car, and prepared to drive home overnight.

It is difficult to take time off from Miranla's sister's job, and Weisbert Sr. and his wife also have their own job opportunities that they need to cherish.

None of them planned to stay in New York, they just wanted to see with their own eyes how this daughter of the Weisbert family was doing in New York~

Now, they have seen it, read it all over, are satisfied and relieved~

Sunrise, sunset.

Life will continue~

But Milanla Weisbert's new life in New York has just begun!

----

new York.

66rd Street, Manhattan.

FBI headquarters in New York, in the director's office.

Harold Stone held a cup of coffee in his hand, blew it gently, took a sip, and looked at his subordinates across the desk. Torres Bradman, a newly graduated psychologist, asked.

"You're saying that the New York Police Department contacted us and someone reported a series of murders last night?"

"Yes, sir! The police are ready to hand over the main confessions and crime scene investigation records to us~"

"Oh.."

Harold Stone laughed.

"When did their efficiency become... so high?"

"Torres, before we came to New York, how did the old FBI guys and colleagues here handle similar cases?"

"This... I haven't asked before~"

"Tsk~ Then go ask!"

"Whatever they did before, they will do it now!"

Torres Bradman scratched his head in confusion, stood up, walked to the door, held the door handle in his hand, hesitated for a while and turned around.

“I just found out about a restaurant nearby. The food is very good~”

"Do you have time later? Let's go try it together?"

Harold Stone put down his coffee with a smile, glanced down at the documents on his desk, quickly sorted them out, and locked them in the drawer.

"Let's go now!"

Torres's eyes flickered for a few times, he nodded hurriedly and said with a smile: "Okay~ I'll call and book a location right now!"

----

San Francisco.

At the Union Square Hilton Hotel, the second day of the meeting ended successfully.

David stood up, stretched, and looked around. .

Giles and Bloomer had already found a comfortable position for themselves and took a nap~

The two boys had a very happy chat with the girls last night. .

As for Leslie, the guy he claimed to have been his love interest in college, in David's opinion, it was not as easy as Bloomer to let go in front of those girls. .

this. .That’s very strange~

"Hey~Leslie~Are you going to No. 39 North Beach tonight? Haha~"

Not far from David, Leslie, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed and concentrating, smiled bitterly and rubbed her eyes when she heard David's question.

"Screw it~ There's no fun I'm looking for there~!"

"Besides, aren't you and Panaris going to visit the elders in my family tonight? Why do you still care about where I go at night?"

"Tsk~ You guy~!"

"Dude, that's not how we talk!"

"Haha~Okay~! I'm not going anywhere tonight, I'm going back and have a good sleep!"

"I won't attend such a boring meeting next time even to death!"

"Oh... are you bored? I feel like... it's full of useful information, it's very good~"

"Well... that's how you feel! Didn't you see that we couldn't help but fall asleep?"

Leslie sat up straight, straightened his tie with his hand, and complained.

"Yes, yes~ that's right~"

Giles and Bloomer on the other side also woke up and expressed support for Leslie. .

David looked at the three of them back and forth, scratched his head helplessly, sat down and sorted out the notes he had just recorded, and muttered in a low voice: "They are all just messing around, so they only know how to eat and sleep, and sleep and eat!"

"Looking for three pigs to accompany me to the meeting, they are better than the three of you..."

"Hey~ what are you talking about, you bastard?"

"That's right~ You're itchy again, right?"

"fxxx! You are so itchy!"

"Hey~ come on, let's do it!"

This kid, Bloomer, is now beginning to synchronize with his friend Giles' brain circuits. As long as they are bickering, he will want to take action without even saying a few words, and start to engage in daily interactions between a few people. .

Before, it was always when the three of them were having fun. Leslie, who was in the audience, saw Giles and Bloomer splitting into two groups and attacking David, who was already prepared. For a moment, he jumped up eagerly and prepared. Step forward to help with the punch~

David's eyes were fixed on the two enemies in front of him, and he never imagined that a new, more cunning enemy would suddenly appear behind them. .

result. .One can imagine~

Scream ~

A series of screams came from the private room~

What a miserable scream~

It was so miserable that I couldn’t even scream in the end~

. . .

ten minutes later.

The trio of Black Hands, Giles, Blumer, and Leslie, who looked happy and smelly, arranged their clothes and walked out of the suite with smiles on their faces. .

In the room, David was lying on the sofa, with a very complicated expression on his face. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. .

Leslie Rockefeller, maybe, could be friends! ?