City of Saint-France.

As night fell, the bar street began to become lively. A slovenly-dressed young man with chestnut hair mingled among the crowd, and his sly eyes glanced at the pockets of passers-by from time to time.

Soon, the brown-haired young man who behaved suspiciously settled on a target, a fat man who staggered out of the bar with a face full of alcohol.

The fat man had rosacea common among Westerners, and he was wearing a gold Rolex on his wrist. He was arrogantly scolding the young man standing at the door of the bar, wearing a waiter's uniform.

"Do you know who I am? Don't look at my current situation. My family's name will scare you to death. It's a derogatory thing."

The fat man cursed and pointed at the waiter's nose.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

The waiter had a wry smile on his face. This person in front of him was a regular customer of the bar. His wine was very poor and he liked to drink like crazy when he was drunk. When other waiters saw this person, they all stayed away from him.

If it wasn't for the sake of earning more commissions, I wouldn't bother to talk to him.

"Ouch!"

The young man with brown hair pretended to be drunk and bumped into him.

"That bastard doesn't have eyes?"

The fat man stumbled and almost fell to the ground. After recovering, his face was filled with anger.

"I'm really sorry, I'm a little unsteady on my feet after drinking too much."

The chestnut-haired young man squeezed the watch with temperature in his palm, suppressed his inner excitement, apologized, and moved away in the opposite direction.

"Neuropathy!"

The fat man cursed and didn't notice at all that the watch on his wrist had disappeared.

"Brother, what's the hurry? Since you're at the bar, why don't you go in and sit down?"

Just when the brown-haired young man was about to escape, his wrist was suddenly held by someone. The hand holding his wrist was strong and strong, like an iron pincer.

"What do you want to do?"

"I warn you, don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

The chestnut-haired young man suddenly became anxious and threatened with bluff.

After making the threat, he searched around anxiously, trying to get his accomplices hidden around to come over and help him.

However, to his disappointment, he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces, and none of the people in the gang were missing.

"Don't move, or if you break your hand, don't blame me."

The person who caught the chestnut-haired young man was a Chinese in his twenties, wearing a white silk suit and standing tall.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The chestnut-haired young man knew that he was going to encounter a tough problem today.

"I don't want to do anything, it's just that the road is rough."

The young man in the satin shirt had a disdainful smile on his face.

"Gold watch, where is my gold watch? There is a thief. Catch the thief."

The fat man who was belatedly reacted finally.

"Mr. Bright, do you think this is your watch?"

At this time, the young man in the satin shirt took the watch he found from the thief's pocket and walked over with a smile.

"Hey, why is my watch in your hand?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in the satin shirt with suspicious eyes.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Tang Shaowu. I own a martial arts gym. I came to see Mr. Bright this time because I was entrusted by someone else."

The young man in the satin shirt said very gracefully.

"I don't deal with yellow-skinned people."

Brett took the watch, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave.

"Mr. Bright, or should I greet you as the second son-in-law of the Rockefeller family, are you really willing to be a victim in a family feud?"

Tang Shaowu asked with a smile.

Fatty Brett stopped, turned around with a gloomy face, and looked at the young man in the satin shirt with flickering eyes.

"This is not the place to talk. Do you mind if we talk somewhere else?"

Tang Shaowu looked at the noisy environment around him and said.

"Okay, but let me tell you in advance that I have no money now and am a pauper. Don't expect me to buy you a drink."

Brett said in a rogue tone.

"It's okay, I'll treat you."

Tang Shaowu smiled carelessly.

The two of them moved to a quieter bar and sat down. Bright remained silent, silently guessing about Tang Shaowu's background.

He is a tool man with a very low presence in the Rockefeller family. Most people probably have never even heard of his name.

"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Bright, I'm here to give you money."

Tang Shaowu didn't say anything nonsense, he directly took out a check and slapped it on the table between the two of them.

"Cheque?"

Brett picked up the check with suspicious eyes, then his pupils suddenly shrank and he took a breath.

"You are such a generous person. Tell me, what do you want me to do after paying such a high price?"

Brett held the check tightly in his hand with greedy eyes, showing that he was both excited and a little scared.

"Don't worry, there is nothing dangerous about this matter. I just want you to stand up and reveal the truth. Was the car accident that killed the heir to the Rockefeller family six months ago really a coincidence?"

Tang Shaowu asked with a half-smile.

"It's been so long, why are you still talking about it?"

Brett's face changed, and his expression immediately became tense.

"We have arranged everything. As long as you stand up and tell the truth, you can take the money, fly away, and live the life you want."

Tang Shaowu pointed at the check in the other person's hand and said with a smile.

"What if I refuse to agree?"

Brett's eyes flashed.

Six months ago, the heir to the Rockefeller family suddenly died in a car accident. His wife, child, and family of three were also in the car, and they all fell off a cliff with the car.

After a brief period of turmoil, the Rockefeller family elected a new heir. Bright was the unlucky guy who was kicked out of the family in that family incident.

"Are you afraid of being silenced by the other party? However, if you are unwilling to come forward, not only will you not be able to get the pension money in your hand, but you will also be afraid that your old age will be unknown."

Tang Shaowu took out a pistol from his waist and placed it on the table.

"Who are you exactly?"

Brett trembled with fright.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that if you do as I ask, you won't have to worry about drinking money for the rest of your life."

Tang Shaowu said with a smile.

"Okay, what do you want me to do? Go testify to the judge, but I don't have any evidence."

Brett looked at the pistol, then at the check in his hand, and quickly made a compromise in his heart.

"You don't need to testify to the judge. As I said, we have arranged everything. You just need to tell everything you know."

Tang Shaowu smiled a little mysteriously.

After dealing with Brett, he took his mobile phone, walked to a quiet corner, and dialed a number.

"Miss Katyusha, Brett has already taken care of this. Should I contact Morgan Lange next?"

Tang Shaowu asked respectfully.

"Have you obtained the financial key of the Morgan Stanley Group?"

Katyusha asked on the phone.

"Miss Liao Sha gave me the key yesterday."

Tang Shaowu pinched the USB flash drive in his pocket.

"Then everything goes as planned and pay attention to safety."
Chapter completed!