Tang Dao held the menu in his hand and listened to the other party's words, a man's game? What can make people more adrenaline-increasing than charging on the front line with a gun?

"What game?" he asked after pondering.

The man smiled, hooked his fingers, signaled Tang Dao to lean over, and leaned forward a little, whispering, "Have you heard of the wheel of fate?"

Tang Dao immediately understood that the other party regarded him as a kid.

This Fate Wheel is a game that became popular in the United States in the early 1990s, similar to Russian roulette, when the latter is more bloody, while the former is just the excitement that rich people look for.

A group of idle rich kids are tired of racing and hope to use some games that look very manly to stimulate their extra energy. Of course, they don’t have the courage to face their temples, but to any part of their body...

But the pain still exists, and of course there are many prizes, such as luxury cars, luxury houses or female celebrities. Some people specialize in this kind of intermediary business. Looking at the man in front of them, I am afraid that this is the idea.

Tang Dao suddenly extinguished his curiosity. It was a group of little kids who looked for exciting games. He lowered his head and said casually, "Thank you, I'm not interested."

If you want to play, play more exciting things, such as front camera and 145mm caliber cannon track!

"Sir, this time the gift is 300,000 US dollars!" The man said anxiously when he saw that Tang Dao was not moved.

"I'm not short of money, thank you. 300,000 may be just a meal for me." Tang Dao's reason for rejection was unacceptable. The couple on the other side had their faces stiffened. Are you pretending to be like this now?

Perhaps he was defeated, and the man stopped and left quickly after eating. Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a sentence for Tang Dao, "Stupid bullshit."

In other words, Tang Dao has a much better temper now, otherwise he might not be able to lift the table and let him slap it.

Tang Dao ordered chicken leg rice for $17. The taste was a bit sweet for Americans. He would rather add chili powder to the chicken leg, and then he tasted it for a few bites, and then he lost his appetite. He pulled a tissue and wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth. When he was about to get up, he happened to see a girl in work clothes suddenly running out of the kitchen on the side. He looked very frightened and was in disheveled. He bumped into the client next to him and screamed.

This was abrupt, but it attracted the attention of all users in an instant.

"Sorry, sorry." A woman who was originally at the front desk, who seemed about 40 years old, hurried over and pulled the girl to the kitchen, constantly apologizing in her self-taught English, winking at the chefs who were catching up with them, and tugging at them.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is definitely a problem.

But few people are willing to stand up, including Tang Dao. There are too many people like this in this society. They run out of China and then there are illegal households. You will be caught by others. If you want to go anywhere, you can only work as illegal workers until you die.

This girl is probably one of them.

Tang Dao took out an Andrew Jackson, which is $20, and the excess was used as a tip. He looked at the kitchen again, stuffed his hand in his pocket and walked out. As soon as he left the door, he saw the little angel and the bodyguard squatting not far away and gnawing at the sausage. He walked over and stood in front of the two of them. The shadow suddenly came over, which shocked the two of them quickly raised their heads.

"Boss." The two of them stood up and shouted.

Tang Dao shook his head, "You will think that our savior company is so stingy and doesn't even give you a bite of food." He was helpless, "Let's go, let's find another place to eat."

"Boss, isn't it good here?" the little angel asked by throwing the remaining sausage into the trash can.

Tang Dao did not give a positive answer, but said tactfully, "It's not the taste I imagined, what good restaurants are there nearby?"

The bodyguard next to him pointed behind him, "Boss, I heard that there is an Arabic dish over there. Do you want to try it?"

"Let's go, my stomach is still very hungry."

Tang Dao said as he walked along the sidewalk, after walking two or three steps, he stopped at the entrance of an alley, turned his head to the left, and saw a few men punching and kicking the girl who rushed out just now. The latter kept crying, shrinking into a ball, covering his head.

"Mad! Bitch, I offer you food and clothing. Do you do this for me? I brought you out of China, and you still want to run away? As Dong, break her legs and let her run away." A short middle-aged man next to him, with a cigarette in his hand, his chest was undulating, and his face was ferocious.

While he was talking, the proprietress who had just pulled the girl in also walked out of the back door and looked at the girl lying on the ground. She looked at the girl lying on the ground with a fierce look. "If you want me to tell me, just sell this money-lossing goods. Didn't that white man say $500 last time? Buy it for him as his wife."

When the girl on the ground heard this, she obviously shook her whole body.

"Boss, this..." The little angel also felt a bit too much when he saw this scene. Although he couldn't understand Chinese, he was still a bit out of line when he saw so many men beating a girl. He was ready to beat him up and drove them up as long as the boss agreed.

Tang Dao lowered his head, "It's a bit too much." After saying that, he walked into the alley, and the little angel said to the bodyguard next to him, "Wait a minute, you can protect the boss, I can handle these people alone."

The bodyguard shook his head and took out a stick from the belt, "I'll do it."

The alley is so long, the footsteps are very clear, and Tang Dao is not hidden, so when they walked in, everyone heard the movement. Obviously, Tang Dao had just finished eating, and the boss's wife still had a little impression. After looking at her husband, she spoke in English, "First... sir, are you doing anything?"

She only knows these few words. If she says too much, she can only pretend to be mute.

"I want this person, $500." Tang Dao said too lazy and pointed at the girl lying on the ground.

Well…

Is it so straightforward? But the boss's wife turned her eyes and smiled, making Tang Dao really punch her in the face, and said in a deep voice, "You'd better not let me say it again, either I'll give you $500, or I'll give you a beat to the police." After he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes, "Believe what I said."

The eyes make people tremble. It was a TV series, but sometimes the eyes really make people scary. Just like Tang Dao now, the boss's wife swallowed the words. She wanted to speak loudly, but she was also a smart person. Tang Dao looked not so easy to mess with. There was a fierce white guy standing next to him, holding a stick.

"Okay, take it away, take it away, take $500, and ask for cash." The boss's wife thought about it and said directly, it is better to have less things than to do more. She stayed in this place for so long, but she understood that the most powerful person who made you was always the same skin color as you.

Tang Dao winked at the little angel, and the latter pointed out five Franklin from his wallet and handed them to the other party. The boss and the others kept staring at him. But when they saw that there were more than a dozen in the wallet, how many people were very moved, how much money was there?

"Please help her up." Tang Dao stood there and looked at her and said.

"Hey, I'll tell you that you can't get the money back, no matter what, you won't get it back." The boss's wife seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, and hurriedly stuffed the money into her pocket.

This is simply a joke.

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Chapter completed!