My absurd experiences in North America over the years

As night falls in Los Angeles, it envelops the city's prosperity and crime.

Li Fu once again entered the Blues Cellar as a supplier.

After carefully verifying the identity and work list, the security personnel decided to allow passage.

He delegated the tasks of moving the wine and coordinating the arrangements to his subordinates.

I walked through a deep, thickly carpeted corridor, where the deafening music was much quieter.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, very naturally.

He was very familiar with this VIP area and knew that behind every closed private room door, a merger and acquisition involving hundreds of millions of dollars might be taking place.

Or it could be a conspiracy to determine the future of a certain star.

Wearing a baseball cap, Li Fu walked straight through the elegantly dressed women without glancing to the side.

Several faces that had once appeared on the cover of a local financial magazine were now lowering their hat brims and whispering to a very authoritative middleman in an inconspicuous corner.

It's estimated that some environmental protection bill was rejected.

During the peak of North American real estate, just before the subprime crisis, nothing was more valuable than land, and nothing made money faster than real estate.

Wall Street and those real estate developers are now greedily reaping huge profits like gluttons.

The door to a private room opened, and with his excellent eyesight, he saw through the crack in the door a star who had appeared in an American TV series, sitting on a middle-aged man's lap with a dazed look in his eyes, his posture wanton and practiced.

Without a doubt, that middle-aged man must be either a Hollywood tycoon or a powerful political figure like a congressman.

There is no morality here, only the exchange of interests.

Li Fu wasn't particularly interested in these gossips at the moment. He walked through the VIP boxes and arrived at the bar's dance floor and booth area.

There weren't many people; some were dancing, and some were talking.

However, the mysterious broker who contacted Winslop was still nowhere to be found.

These days, Winslop has been behaving like a quail, staying indoors and not venturing out. Clearly, she doesn't want to make any mistakes during this sensitive period, fearing that the Forrest family might seize on her and retaliate against her.

This mysterious broker, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, vanished completely.

Li Fu went to the restroom to use the toilet, and then left quietly.

The bathroom's decor differed from the luxurious exterior, appearing minimalist and cold, with marble walls gleaming coldly and the air filled with the scent of air freshener.

He casually fanned himself with his hand, preparing to walk inside.

Just then, a voice that was being suppressed suddenly came through.

The voice was low, carrying an almost fawning tone, but it was almost clearly audible to Li Fu, who had a keen ear.

His pace slowed instantly.

He didn't make a sound, and even adjusted his breathing to the lowest possible frequency.

Even the breathing rate was adjusted to the lowest level.

"...Yes, sir, it is absolutely true."

The person in the cubicle seemed to be on the phone, speaking urgently, as if reporting some earth-shattering event.

"I've seen the surveillance footage of that hostage situation. You know, Mexican gangs are full of ruthless thugs who've seen blood. In the end, five of the six men died on the spot, and the remaining one was so scared that he ran away..."

Li Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his previously relaxed muscles tensed instantly.

He remembered every detail of the street shootout that broke out to save Lucy.

The other party was actually talking about this.

"Yes, I'm sure it was just one person. The police report is definitely hiding something. He wasn't even carrying a gun at the time," the caller said with absolute certainty.

"The surveillance footage clearly shows that he seized a gun and then fought back cleanly and efficiently, usually killing with a single shot. This has already spread throughout the underworld, and everyone knows that a true master, a top-notch killing machine, has arrived in Los Angeles."

Li Fu raised an eyebrow. So the entire gang knows?

Because of the Forrest family, the police department's public statements do not reflect the whole truth.

But unexpectedly, someone still managed to get hold of the road surveillance footage.

Do police officers sell everything to outsiders?

The person on the phone seemed to be constipated, struggling to defecate while still answering the call.

"A boss has offered a hefty reward for finding this person and making an introduction. Apparently, that big shot is very interested in ruthless characters who can walk leisurely through a hail of bullets..."

Big man?

Li Fu sneered inwardly.

It definitely can't be the Forrest family.

It probably won't be Winslop's side either.

They all know who they are.

His face was not clearly captured on the surveillance footage.

Therefore, the person looking for him still doesn't know his identity.

Could it be that the Mexican gang is looking for revenge against him?

Li Fu had not yet received any specific information from the other party, and this unknown suspense made him even more interested.

"...Okay, okay, I'll keep an eye on things. I've already spoken to most of the people I know, and they'll notify me immediately if there's any lead on this person..."

The person finally breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

He can now focus all his energy on fighting constipation.

Li Fu waited in the next cubicle for a while, but the other party never answered the phone again, nor did they complain about anything privately.

Clearly, he also knew that the toilet was not a private place.

I have to answer the phone here because I'm constipated.

Through the gap under the cubicle, Li Fu saw a pair of custom-made handmade leather shoes and the hem of an expensive pair of trousers.

This person was clearly a regular here, probably some kind of broker who made a living through information and connections.

Finally, the other person let out a comfortable sigh.

Then he started humming a tuneless little tune.

Li Fu knew that waiting any longer would not get him the information he wanted, so he gently pushed open the door and went out.

He went to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

Their facial features are outstanding, whether in the East or the West.

He could rival even Leonardo DiCaprio at his peak.

With such skills, he is definitely among the most outstanding humans.

It's not so hard to understand why someone wants to find him now.

Want to get his sharpest knife?

That would be best.

If he wanted someone, he wouldn't serve those old, faded rich women, even if it was Hillary Clinton.

Li Fu turned on the tap and let the cold water wash over his hands.

Whoever it is, if they've set their sights on him, they should be prepared to be bitten in return!

He pulled out a tissue to dry his hands, then casually and precisely tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can before turning and walking out of the Blues Cellar.

On the way back, the phone rang.

In fact, this wasn't the first call tonight.

He had simply kept it on silent.

"Hey, I called you, why didn't you answer?"

Gadot's voice came from the other end of the phone.

She seemed a little angry.