Tiger thought about it for a long time.
Should he ask Bach for help?
Forget it. If he did, he would have to tell his boss again.
In the end, nothing would come of it.
Tiger decided to do it himself.
After more than a year of development, he now had a little bit of his own contacts.
After Bach left, Tiger picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Dolores, it's me, Tiger," Tiger said. "You haven't come to my house in a while. I have a party tonight. Do you want to come?"
"You're a big star. Are you sure you want to invite a gang to your house?"
"I don't care who you are. I only know you're my friend."
"Ha … It's exactly because we're friends that I can't go," Dolores said brightly. "But you can come to my bar anytime. Don't worry, there won't be any paparazzi here."
Tiger went with the flow and said to Dolores, "As long as you don't mind me giving you trouble."
"Ha … I'm more than willing to have a big star at my bar."
"Then I'll go tonight."
"Don't you have a party tonight?"
"You're the only important guest. If you don't come, there's no need for the party."
Dolores wasn't overjoyed. Instead, he realized that Tiger didn't really want to invite him to the party.
He had something to ask of him. Dolores's lips curled into a smile.
Of course, he had no reason to reject Tiger's request.
After nightfall —
Tiger drove his luxurious car to Dolores's bar.
Dolores's bar was on Mingo Avenue.
Mingo Avenue was the place people didn't want to talk about the most in L.A.
There were a total of twelve communities, all of which were dominated by black residents.
Although Americans shouted for equality and freedom every year, this society was still based on white supremacy.
People of other skin colors were mostly at the bottom here, especially Americans.
Most of the other races here were still at the bottom.
It was because of poverty, the chaotic environment, and the generally low education level that they had fewer choices.
If the social status, population, and education of black people were switched with white people, white people might not necessarily be good people.
If the social status, population, and education of black people were to be swapped with that of white people, white people might not necessarily be good people.
Mingo Avenue was also the area with the most gangs and the most active illegal activities in the entire Los Angeles.
All the gangsters here were mainly black.
Even the Wild Boar King Morgery, known as the Underground King of Los Angeles, could not extend his tentacles into this area.
This was because this place repelled foreign powers, or it could be said that it repelled the powers of other skin colors.
This was not the rejection of a single gang, but the rejection of hundreds of thousands of black people.
No matter how powerful Morgery was, it was impossible for him to fight against hundreds of thousands of black people.
It was like if a foreigner went to China and found a place to say that he wanted to be the boss here, he would either get rolled eyes or handcuffs.
Of course, the gang's influence on Minge Avenue was only limited to Minge Avenue.
They were fighting here, fighting for territory, and the people they harmed were also the residents of Mingo Avenue.
It was like an ecological chain. The residents here rejected foreign forces, including foreign investments. Then, they formed local gangs. The local gangs poisoned the local residents. The local residents did not have enough jobs and education, so they could only become members of the local gangs.
This was a vicious cycle, but it was also a cycle with no solution.
Dolores was the leader of a local gang.
Tiger also walked out of a neighborhood on Mingo Avenue.
There were very few gangsters like him who could walk out of the slums and become successful in their careers.
But as a former member of this place, Tiger would never be able to escape his background.
Therefore, when he contacted the local gangs, it was only natural for him to do so.
After Tiger's car entered Mingo Avenue, he did not need to worry about the paparazzi following him.
No entertainment reporters dared to follow him into Mingo Avenue.
Even war reporters who changed careers to paparazzi did not dare to enter this area.
There was once a paparazzi who followed a star who walked out of this area. The next day, the paparazzi died on the street.
This was definitely not a rumor. It had really happened.
Tiger found Dolores's bar with ease.
After he got out, he handed the car to a gangster wandering outside.
At the same time, he gave him two hundred-dollar bills.
"Before I come out, this car is yours. Don't break it."
The gangster was overjoyed. He wanted to pounce on Tiger and kiss him.
Of course, even though he had been a car thief before, he did not dare to steal Tiger's car directly.
He knew the rules here. If he dared to do that, he would definitely have his entire family killed the next day.
Tiger walked through the dim corridor. Loud black music kept coming from ahead.
Then, the light in front of them suddenly became bright and dark, and the music became noisy and noisy.
Tiger pulled a bald guy over. "Where's your boss?"
"In the private room above," the bald guy answered.
Tiger stuffed another bill into the bald man's hand.
He went up the stairs to the private room and pushed the door open.
Under the dim light of the private room, a black man and three women were doing something indescribable.
Dolores looked up at Tiger at the door. He was not angry or panicked. Instead, he waved.
"My friend, you came at the right time."
Tiger sat beside Dolores. Just then, a woman knelt before him.
Dolores pushed a glass of wine to Tiger.
"Here, have a drink."
Tiger raised the glass and drank. Under the stimulation of the alcohol, he felt even happier.
"Phew …"
Tiger and Dolores began toasting each other. Both of them were enjoying the pleasure of the wine and the women.
After three rounds, Dolores got to the main topic.
"Tiger, did you run into some trouble recently?"
Tiger did not answer Dolores's question. He continued drinking.
Dolores patted the woman's cheek. "Baby, you guys go out first. I'll talk to Tiger."
The women in the room obediently left. Before they left, they even blew Tiger a kiss.
"Tiger, don't worry. Nothing you say here will be heard outside."
Tiger's eyes flashed. After a brief hesitation, he finally said, "Dolores, I need your help."
A smile appeared on Dolores's face. A big fish had taken the bait.
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