“I have to go.”

"Don't go." Danny said seriously: "I'll help you solve Yare, but don't go to New York, that will make you lose everything."

Ellier's breathing stopped and saw Danny's serious gaze, she believed that what he said was true.

"Do you really think I'll lose everything if...?" Alill asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Danny said affirmatively.

He did not want to see this happen. In the short time he followed Ellier, he had gradually understood and recognized Ellier.

And, caring about her from the bottom of her heart.

So, he would clear the obstacles for Ellier and let her do what she wanted, hoping that this would not alarm the boss.

"Gecket." Danny's clenched fist tightened.

If it does not exist, this matter will be easier, why do you have to appear at this time?

"Miss, please stay here. I will solve all the troubles for you, but please don't do anything."

After Danny gave the instructions seriously again, he closed the door and walked towards the elevator. He needed to find a few old friends in person.

Since Gerctor has appeared, he can only find a way to hide his actions.

Fortunately, it has not appeared for a long time, and the understanding of Li's family only stays on the surface, but even so, it takes enough time to digest it.

If he moves fast enough, he can end before Gerctor takes real power, and there is no need to worry that the boss will know about it.

But - is it really right to do this?

With questions and sympathy and concern for Alill, Danny came to the pipe bar.

This is a small private bar in Vegas. The small storefront is old and the bar is covered with traces of friction and sharp objects.

A faint purple dirt seeped into the wood, and Danny could see at a glance that it was the blood stain left a long time ago and had become one with the bar.

Several worn tables were placed irregularly, with gaps everywhere on the corners, and the three-legged chairs screamed "crying" under the owner's butt.

This bar is so miserable that any normal person will immediately leave with a dark face when he pushes the door in.

Except for those gamblers, drunkards, and poor guys who have nothing to do, they come here to get drunk with their only copper coins.

A man with muscles like steel bars stood at the bar, holding a square cup with his hands and feet and wiping it carefully, with a cynical smile on his lips.

Seeing Danny sitting across the bar, the other party laughed heartily and said, "What do you need?"

"A glass of water." Danny said.

"Are you here to find fault?" The four-sided cup in the other party's hand slammed heavily on the table, splashing a few pieces of wood chips.

"Give it up." Danny looked at him calmly.

The other party's face became more and more gloomy, and it looked like he was about to get angry.

The guests around him whispered; "Look, another fool is coming."

"The boss is going to get angry, I hope I won't knock my wine over later."

"Haha, don't worry, even if you are knocked over, it's nothing bad. It's just clear water anyway."

"Is there anything else other than here for 2 cents? Idiot."

"You poor guy, I really hope you will die in the cold wind tonight."

"I won't die even if your wife dies, burp--" the other party burped and said drunk: "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you don't have a wife, haha."

The riots around did not seem to disturb the opposing two people at the bar, and it was like an isolated world.

Until a smile appeared on the boss's gloomy face, he finally laughed loudly and said, "Haha, bastard, are you okay?"

"Better than you, Hank." The same smile appeared on Danny's face.

The two hugged each other through the bar, and their wide palms slapped each other's spine with force, as if they were competing for the first time.

"Damn it, your strength is still so terrible, like a bear in human skin." A moment later, the man called Hank pushed him away.

With his back hand twisted, his back was rubbed, and he simply suspected that his spine was about to be deformed.

"You are not bad either." Danny was still calm, but by looking at his unnaturally straightened backbone and his strange sitting posture, he could tell that his situation was not as easy as he was.

"Come on, let's talk inside." Hank threw away the rag in his hand and led him to the small door next to the bar.

After the two left, the drunken guests shouted, "What's the situation? The boss asked that man to go to his bedroom?"

"What's going on with this strong gay love? The boss won't-"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could that violent guy be gay?"

A guy with fluffy hair and ragged clothes on his body covered his crotch and said with a weird face. "No wonder every time the boss looks at me, he feels chill."

In the room with a bed, a table, and two chairs, Hank invited him to sit down.

"Try it, this is a good thing." Hank took out a bottle of brandy from under the bed, and filled two cups with 'bangbang'.

The wine in the bottle also instantly went down one third of the time.

"Dry."

"Dry."

After the two clinked glasses with serious expressions, they raised their heads and smeared the wine in the cup, and an unnatural red appeared on their faces.

However, it came and went quickly. When the two of them sat down again, their expressions had returned to normal. Such alcohol content was rare.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" Hank said listlessly, "I'll declare first, if you come to see me, welcome, if..."

"I'll ask for your help," Danny said.

Hank smiled bitterly and said, "I knew there was nothing good about seeing you--don't do it."

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Hank decisively rejected his request.

It is definitely not a trivial matter to ask Danny to come to him for help, and it must be no good.

The two knew their identities well. He, the boss of Li, needed help, needs help. Could it be that he went out to make a fuss?

Danny was completely rejected, neither angry nor spoke, just sat in a chair and looked at him, keeping watching.

"I said what you want, I said, "I can't do it." Hank seemed to jump up.

"Kill." Danny said.

"If you don't go, are you deaf?" Hank shouted excitedly.

"Juarez, Yare will."

"Are you crazy?" Hank was really anxious this time and whispered; "Arey will, it is now working with the Holy Death, Sethbass.

If Yaret moves, it will be like moving the other two companies. Do you want to see me die?"

"When will the drug dealers tell you credibility?" Danny looked at him and asked back, "Kill Alay, and there will naturally be someone else to finish the rest."

Hank was a little hesitant, and stopped and walked back and forth, and finally clenched his fist and said, "Who is it, your boss?"

"No." Danny shook his head.

"There's nothing to say, I'll take you off." Hank said as he was about to push him out the door.
Chapter completed!