People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

The two chatted and laughed for a while.

Just then, a phone call came in.

The cheque deliveryman arrived.

The two then went out and headed towards the airport.

I was delayed at the airport, but I received two checks.

The two returned.

On the road.

The phone rang again.

Ding Ze took out his phone and saw that the caller ID showed a Chicago number. He didn't immediately realize who was calling until he heard Fiona's voice.

“Mr. Constantine, I’m so sorry to bother you so late,” Fiona said, her voice clearly showing signs of distress.

Ding Ze smiled, knowing that something must have happened to the Galag family. He didn't rush to reply, but tried to recall what had happened.

How many days has it been?

It's been almost a week.

“It’s okay, go ahead,” Ding Ze replied, having received an answer.

"I'd like to know, is your suggestion still valid?" Fiona asked somewhat anxiously.

“It works,” Ding Ze replied.

“Thank you, then I’ll accept,” Fiona replied.

"What happened at home? You seem emotionally unstable right now," Ding Ze said.

Fiona shook her head. "Same as always, all that bullshit stuff. I'm perfectly calm, I'm serious."

"Are you sure? Because you only get one chance. If you mess it up, there won't be a next time. I hope you think it through," Ding Ze asked.

Fiona paused for a moment, glanced back at the messy Gallagher house, and took a deep breath silently. "I'm sure."

"Okay, then, there's something I need to emphasize to you: your family can't get involved in what you're doing for me. They can't offer any suggestions or anything like that, especially Lip. He has to be excluded. Can you do that?"

Fiona was silent for two seconds. "Can...I want to ask, what happened to Lip?"

“He’s a bit clever, but not really smart. The kind of person is more likely to cause trouble than to achieve anything. He thinks too highly of himself, and I find him quite repulsive,” Ding Ze replied.

Fiona didn't like Lip being talked about like that, even if it was true, so she skipped the topic and asked, "Mr. Constantine, what should I do next?"

“Try renovating my house, and when you see the final result, I’ll see what kind of work would be suitable for you,” Ding Ze replied. “As for the money, I’ll have someone give it to you tomorrow.”

“Great!” Fiona exclaimed excitedly. “Mr. Constantine, what is the budget for the renovation?”

“Just call me Jason. There’s no budget, it’s up to you,” Ding Ze said.

"Okay, thank you, Jason."

"That's settled then. I'm busy, but I'll contact you when I have time."

"OK, bye."

Seeing that Ding Ze had hung up the phone, Mickey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, recognized Fiona's voice on the other end and couldn't help but ask with a mix of doubt and curiosity, "Boss, was that Fiona Gallagher calling?"

"Ah."

Mickey had no idea that Ding Ze knew Fiona. "Boss, you've slept with Fiona?"

"Not yet, I'll sleep when I have time."

“…” Mickey was even more curious. There was nothing he could do about it; Ding Ze and Fiona were from completely different worlds and didn't match at all. “Boss, I have to ask you, what are you and her doing?”

Since he had nothing better to do, Ding Ze smiled and replied, "To be honest, I don't do anything, I just play around."

Mickey didn't quite understand, "Play?"

“The Gallagher family is a very interesting family. I’m playing with their fate,” Ding Ze said. “It’s a very enjoyable thing. I don’t know if you can understand.”

Mickey couldn't understand it and felt that this statement was quite evil.

Toying with other people's fates?

“No…” Mickey replied honestly.

Ding Ze smiled faintly, "If you're lucky enough to live a long time, you'll gradually understand."

“…” Mickey was stunned. “Boss, please don’t curse me.”

Ding Ze turned his head and smiled at the dazzling neon lights outside the window, then remained silent.

This world, in essence, is a game.

He came here, working himself to the bone, losing so many brain cells every day, all for the sake of making it bigger and stronger.

Becoming bigger and stronger is merely a tool for obtaining happiness.

Endless happiness is what he truly and ultimately desires.

-

The night is getting darker.

Forty-eight hours have passed, and before we knew it, only forty-five hours remained.

Abruzzi and Ron are still busy.

The arrangements for weapons, vehicles, and ships are proceeding in an orderly manner.

This is the second half of the night.

In the darkness of Miami, figures came and went.

The people of Abruzzi are moving.

People from the five major gangs are making moves.

The FBI and DEA are on the move.

at the same time.

Undercover agents lurking within the five major gangs, and bribed police officers, are also making moves.

The entire city was filled with an eerily lively atmosphere.

In the rooms of several five-star hotels.

One by one, the veterans were also moving, mostly looking down at the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Many people sensed the approaching storm and felt the growing, restless atmosphere in the air.

I don’t know how much time passed.

suddenly.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, then fell rapidly into the sea.

Oh.

A storm is really coming.

Ding Ze was unaware of this; he was sleeping soundly in bed.

Chapter 86 In the Heavy Rain, Long Time No See, Ma Hong

In the blink of an eye, a new day has begun.

A storm is forming at sea and slowly approaching Miami.

Facing this storm.

Several cargo ships, carrying large quantities of Mexican and Colombian specialties, sped up from all directions at sea, heading rapidly toward Miami.

at the same time.

On land, several vehicles loaded with weapons, ammunition, bulletproof vests, motorcycles, and trucks pulling dozens or even hundreds of commercial vehicles also sped up, heading full speed toward Miami.

This storm is like a death knell, urging many people on and keeping them constantly busy.

But Ding Ze is not one of them.

Ding Ze was still very free. He slept until noon, ate lunch, called Ron over, gave him the two checks he had received the night before, and asked Ron to open an account for him at Miami International Bank and deposit the money.

"Also, how many veterans have arrived in total?"

“So far, a total of three hundred and fifty-six have arrived,” Ron replied.

That's about enough people.

Ding Ze looked up at the sky. "A storm is coming soon. Do you think it will rain tonight?"

Ron glanced at the sky. "It'll probably be nighttime."

"Let's do it tonight then. Notify those veterans to meet at 7 p.m. so we can arrange things for the early morning of the day after tomorrow."

“Okay, where should we meet?” Ron asked.

If more than 300 veterans appeared together in public, it would attract too much attention.