"Boss, how many days?"
"Make a reservation for three days," Chen Zhao said.
"What level?"
"I want the best room."
It wasn't peak season, so there were still empty rooms even without a reservation.
If it was peak season, they'd probably have to stay in a motel.
Portia booked the best room for Chen Zhao and a regular room for herself.
She gave the waiter ten dollars and the waiter quickly sent their luggage to the room.
Portia really needed a good night's sleep.
After arranging the luggage, Chen Zhao left the hotel.
Chen Zhao just wandered around aimlessly. He had no destination.
On one hand, he was unfamiliar with New Orleans.
Also, he wanted to try his luck outside.
He hoped to encounter some spiritualists or supernatural events.
The chances of encountering supernatural incidents at night were quite high.
Plus, Chen Zhao's small world already covered 300 meters.
It was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
But it wasn't completely random.
Chen Zhao didn't encounter any supernatural events or spiritualists.
Instead, he was targeted by two hoodlums.
New Orleans had always had one of the highest crime rates.
There was a gang here that made people tremble with fear.
The New Orleans Gang was also called Marcheno Gang. Their boss was called Marcheno.
In the previous city, this immigrant city was controlled by this gang.
Even now, the darkness in the city couldn't be eradicated.
Of course, like most gangs, they had moved from being open and aboveboard to hiding in the shadows.
However, at night, the city would be filled with criminals.
More than 100 police officers died in the line of duty in this city every year.
Being a police officer here was the most dangerous job in America.
There were black radical organizations and the infamous 3K party here.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this was the darkest city in America.
The two people following Chen Zhao were two men in hoodies.
They'd been following Chen Zhao since he left the Hilton Hotel.
When they realized that Chen Zhao was Asian, they followed him.
Chen Zhao didn't care.
As long as they didn't attack first, Chen Zhao would pretend that they didn't exist.
Of course, they didn't attack because it wasn't too late.
Plus, there were some people nearby. It wasn't convenient for them to attack.
Both of them had daggers in their pockets.
He probably wasn't a newbie.
Moreover, they were very experienced and patient.
If it were a normal newbie, they would have attacked the prey immediately.
Why would he follow this path?
Chen Zhao finally reached a place with no one around.
The two behind him immediately quickened their pace.
For Sam and Vickari, tonight was their harvest night.
They followed their prey from the Hilton Hotel.
Those who could afford to stay in the Hilton Hotel must be rich.
Even the cheapest room in the Hilton Hotel cost $200 per night.
Moreover, they had been observing for a long time.
He didn't see any brand on the prey's clothes.
However, the fabric of the clothes was definitely of high quality.
After waiting for a long time, the Asian finally walked to a place where there was no one.
The two of them quickened their pace to catch up.
Sam quickly ran to Chen Zhao and blocked his way.
Vicari, on the other hand, blocked Chen Zhao's escape route.
"Kid, hand over the money." Sam waved his butterfly knife in front of Chen Zhao.
"Do you have cigarettes?" he asked.
"What?" Sam felt that his aura was a bit weak. He immediately yelled fiercely, "Kid, do you know what's going on? It's a robbery! If you know what's good for you, take out your wallet."
Chen Zhao took out his wallet and took out a stack of new bills.
"Is this what you want?"
Under the dim streetlight, Sam and Vicari could still see the bills in Chen Zhao's hand clearly.
It was at least $2,000.
We're rich! Both of them couldn't help but lick their lips.
Chen Zhao waved his hand and the bills rained down.
"You …" Sam and Vicari were both stunned. They didn't understand Chen Zhao's intentions.
"Kid, looks like you're itching for a beating," Sam yelled angrily. "Vicari, teach him a lesson."
Right now, all Sam could see was the bills on the ground.
"Ouch …"
Vicari's pained howl woke Sam up.
He saw Vicari covering his nose. Blood seeped out of his fingers.
"Die!" Sam charged at Chen Zhao with his butterfly knife.
"Ouch …"
Sam was punched in the face.
Just like Vicari, his nose was bleeding and he'd lost a few teeth.
Sam still wanted to struggle, but Chen Zhao punched him again.
"Ah …" Sam's fingers were under Chen Zhao's foot.
"Help me pick up the money."
"Ah … Okay, okay … I'll pick it up. Let go."
Sam and Vikari wanted to cry but no tears came out.
They'd done a dozen robberies before.
They'd never seen someone so cruel.
Chen Zhao didn't kill the two hooligans. It wasn't worth it.
When they attacked him just now, they used knives, but they didn't want to kill him.
Chen Zhao guessed that it was their first time using knives.
In the past, the people they'd robbed were terrified when they saw their knives.
Sam and Vikari endured the pain and picked up all the money.
They wanted to take the money and run, but they were worried that their friends would fall into Chen Zhao's hands.
Chen Zhao took out two hundred bills and stuffed them into Sam's pockets.
"Consider it your payment … Do you have cigarettes?"
Sam covered his nose and took out a pack of cigarettes that was half full.
"Where can I eat? My treat."
Sam and Vicari glanced at each other.
They'd both been in the gang for a few years.
They couldn't guess Chen Zhao's identity.
However, Chen Zhao clearly had their intentions.
Otherwise, he wouldn't waste time with them here.
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
"No rush," Chen Zhao said casually. "Let's find a place to sit."
The two made up their minds. As long as they weren't hired as informants, everything was fine.
Everyone in the gang knew that being an informant was the most dangerous.
The two brought Chen Zhao into a 24-hour restaurant.
The bearded man standing at the cashier had a gun hidden under the cabinet.
When he saw the three enter, he was very cautious.
He didn't heave a sigh of relief until Chen Zhao slapped two big bills on the cashier.
"By the way, are there any places in New Orleans that are rumored to be haunted?"
"Sir … why do you want to know?"
"I'm just curious," Chen Zhao said casually, leaning against the chair.
Just then, the bearded man walked over with hamburgers, sandwiches, and drinks.
"I do know," Big Beardy interrupted.
"Uncle, sit." Chen Zhao pulled out a chair.
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