"Sir, where are you going?" the driver asked politely, adjusting his rearview mirror.

"Thank you. Ronan closed the door and smiled.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the square.

Staring at the fleeting scenery outside the window, Ronan had something on his mind.

He planned to try his luck on the street next to the Dread Hotel to see if he could find out the whereabouts of Paul and his party.

Just by his name, he seems to have some connection to the Paul mentioned by Yogaku.

If there is no connection, the right should be busy in vain.

If so, you may be able to follow this line and qualify for the black market exchange.

A few days ago, Britney was disguised and was intercepted by this young master Paul after eating out.

At that time, Ronan also had some friction with him, and almost killed him.

Looking for the enemy to do something, he didn't seem to panic at all, and seemed to have an idea.

As the saying goes, fight poison with poison and fight violence with violence.

Even in the face of scoundrels, there are ways to deal with scoundrels.

Of course, Ronan has a simpler and more effective way, but it is directly ruled out.

That is to read the file and go back, help Paul solve the little fat man who acted bravely, and kidnap Britney.

Ronan can do this, but not not.

The reason why people are human beings still has to have a bottom line.

"Here we are, sir. ”

The taxi stopped smoothly outside the Dmet Hotel, and the doorman stepped forward and pulled the door.

Ronan paid the fare, and by the way, drew an extra one and handed it to the doorman.

After having an infinite number of files, his desire for money became thinner and thinner.

Money, paper.

Anyway, you can buy lottery tickets to brush them out, or read the files, and become generous.

Leaving the Ded Hotel and coming to the street where the incident took place, Ronan glanced up at the street name.

Pikert Street.

It's two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and after dinner, there are hardly any customers in the restaurant.

The shopkeeper picked his feet, lifted his fat pants, and stared at the TV on the shelf.

In the picture, three bodybuilding coaches with a peugeot figure are posing in aerobics postures, constantly shouting: "One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four......"

Ronan glanced at it cursoryly, didn't stop long, and continued to walk inside.

At the end of the street, he fell back and stopped in front of the barbed wire fence of a basketball court.

A couple of hip-hop dressed men are running back and forth, playing street basketball.

On the edge of the barbed wire sat a tall, thin little handsome man with dyed Pepsi-like blue hair.

"Hey, this friend. Ronan walked over, pulled the wire, and took the initiative to talk: "Do you know where Paul is?"

The man turned his head, his face was long, and the bridge of his nose was straight.

When he heard Paul being asked, he asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

This answer shows that he knows.

“wow！”

With the cheers of the basketball after it entered the frame, six basketball players walked over, ready to refill the water.

A black guy with tattoos on his arms looked at Ronan outside the barbed wire, then glanced at the handsome little guy, and raised his chin: "Hey, electric eel, who is this handsome guy?"

"Electric eel?" Ronan scoffed, "That's a kind of funny nickname." ”

When the black guy saw his reaction like this, he understood that the two did not know each other.

His black eyes rolled, as if he intended to make the electric eel ugly, and said to himself: "Do you know why he is called the electric eel? ”

The electric eel was very dissatisfied after hearing this, and stood up with wide eyes: "How can you smear people's innocence out of thin air!"

"Innocent?" the black guy unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip, mocking: "The song you recorded, you can't listen to it without the electronic music." ”

In the face of such mockery, the electric eel blushed.

The green veins on his forehead burst out, and he argued, "That's called Auto-Tune." Tuning thing...... Can it be considered electronic?"

The crowd burst into laughter and left with their clothes and backpacks.

Ronan came to the electric eel, and he didn't talk nonsense, he casually took three hundred dollars and shook it: "Take me to Paul, the money is yours." ”

The electric eel glared at Ronan, very dissatisfied with the embarrassment he had just caused him: "You have to add more." ”

Ronan looked at him with a smile: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

"How can you ......" The electric eel first compared an eight, and then put away a finger: "One thousand, otherwise don't talk about it." ”

"A thousand?" Ronan grinned, took out the [Cursed Hammer] from the system backpack, and touched the electric eel's chest with the hammer surface, "Is it enough now?"

Feeling the heavy texture of the hammer, the electric eel's pupils shrank, and he was both puzzled and frightened by the sudden appearance of the hammer.

The strong desire to survive made him raise the finger just now: "One hundred...... That's it."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, the electric eel pushed the hammer awkwardly: "Seeing that you are so handsome, I won't take any money." Look at this hammer...... Isn't it possible to go a little further?"

Seeing Ronan holding the handle of the hammer and smiling, the electric eel's body trembled, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly came to a freestyle: "Look...... You see this hammer is big and round, and even this handle is hard and long......"

"Okay, okay, do you know where Paul is?" Ronan put his hand on the electric eel's shoulder,

When the electric eel heard this, he couldn't stop nodding: "He has a billiards room, I'll take you there." ”

On the way to find Paul, Ronan gets some news from the electric eel.

Paul's father, Paul Sr., was a gang leader and a well-known philanthropist in New York, doing some dock and transportation businesses.

In my impression, it seems that most of the people who do black business are philanthropists, using a good image in front of the public as a cover.

The young master Paul that Ronan is looking for is the eldest son of old Paul, and he is one of the top snakes in this area.

After all, Manhattan is densely populated, and it's not his Paul family who has the final say.

"This is it. ”

After the electric eel took Ronan to a billiard room, he took advantage of his stunned efforts to escape and leave.

Ronan didn't chase after it, looked up at the somewhat broken light box signboard, and saved a file.

Pushing the door in, there were not many people inside.

Ronan took a cursory glance and soon saw Paul at the innermost table.

He has a band-aid on his face, a plaster cast on his left arm, and is playing a billiards ball with one hand.

The men on the side were also wounded, as if they had gone through a fierce battle.

Playing billiards with one hand was not effective, Paul missed one shot and threw the club to the ground in anger.

The man who was closer to Ronan took a puff of his cigarette and asked faintly on his cue, "What's wrong with him?"

"I heard that I was ambushed by a group of people, and I almost took my life. ”

"The Black Scorpions?"

"Shhhh ”

The subordinate picked up the club and handed it to Paul as if he was flattering: "Young master, we were not fully prepared last night, and we were overshadowed, and we will find the field back another day!"

"Looking for your mother, can't I see my hands like this? Tsk, I've been really unlucky lately......

As he was talking, Paul caught a glimpse of Ronan walking by, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Aha, it looks like I'm going to transfer." ”

"Huh?" his men were a little confused.

"Why are you still stunned, give it to me!"