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

Rhys-Gabriel's family then completely broke down, pleading one after another.

"Dad, I don't want to die..."

"Dad, save me..."

"Honey, the children are innocent..."

Ding Ze didn't stop him, but upon hearing this, he immediately became displeased and turned to the speaker, Rhys-Gabriel's wife, "You, shut up!"

innocent?

The son of Rhys-Gabriel was able to live that kind of good life.

innocent?

Get lost!

Rhys-Gabriel's wife, trembling, quickly covered her mouth after being scolded by Ding Ze.

Hearing the desperate pleas, Reece-Gabriel mustered a little strength, turned to look at his family, and smiled bitterly, "Okay, don't be afraid, you can all live."

After saying that, Rhys-Gabriel looked up at Ding Ze and said, "All my assets, more than two hundred million US dollars, are yours in exchange for letting my family go."

This scene is actually quite interesting.

'family.'

'Weakness.'

Ding Ze muttered a couple of sentences to himself, then suddenly lost interest in tormenting Reece-Gabriel. He took out a cigarette, lit another one, and said, "What kind of assets are they?"

“Houses, stocks, funds, yachts, cash, bearer bonds, gold,” Rhys-Gabriel accepted his fate and answered truthfully without hiding anything.

Stocks and funds cannot be transferred tonight, as for the rest...

“It’s too much trouble,” Ding Ze said, disliking troublesome matters. “Give me the cash, bearer bonds, gold, and the yacht, and forget about the rest.”

“Okay…” Rhys-Gabriel couldn’t understand why Ding Ze would give up everything else, but he had already accepted his fate and was too lazy to ask. He responded and then began to explain.

Cash, bearer bonds, and gold are all stored in safes inside the villa.

Several yachts were moored in a port.

Rhys-Gabriel revealed the safe's combination.

Abruzzi called Ron and asked him to pick up the things.

All that's left is to wait.

Waiting is boring.

Ding Ze ignored the people kneeling before him, and with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he turned to go for a stroll.

Just took two steps.

Suddenly wondering why he had ended up like this, Reece Gabriel spoke up and asked, "Mr. Smith, who exactly are you?"

Ding Ze didn't turn around, and calmly replied, "My real name is Ding Ze."

The voice reached my ears.

"..." Rhys-Gabriel genuinely felt that his death was justified, reasonable, and without any faults.

*******

"Live well, and don't think about revenge! Never!"

Reece Gabriel spoke his last words to his family.

boom.

Gunfire rang out.

Reece Gabriel fell.

The entire family of Reece Gabriel wailed and wept silently.

[You have successfully released Rhys-Gabriel. Reward: Gun Skill (Point-and-Shoot - Beginner). This skill requires 100% accuracy to use.]

Ding Ze didn't pay much attention to the reward. He put away his gun, got into his car, and drove off.

For Ding Ze, this long night was almost over, with only one thing left to do.

Ding Ze drove alone to the private hospital where Mickey had been admitted.

Mickey was lying in bed, not asleep, talking on the phone with Mandy.

Of course, Mickey didn't mention that he had been shot and almost died.

However, Mandy was actually a pretty smart girl. She noticed that something was wrong with Mickey and was very worried. "What happened to you?"

Mickey grinned. "It's nothing, I just suddenly couldn't sleep."

Ding Ze then entered the ward.

Hearing footsteps, Mickey turned around, immediately smiled, and then, looking a bit more alert, said to Mandy, "My boss is here. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye."

Mandy: "???? Hey hey hey..."

Mickey hung up the phone abruptly, tossed it aside, and greeted Ding Ze with a smile, "Boss, what brings you here in the middle of the night?"

Ding Ze, a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckled, "Just came to see you, so you won't think I'm a heartless bastard."

Mickey felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

In a strange city, in a deserted hospital ward, he lay alone, with no one to offer him any comfort.

It's not a pleasant experience in the end.

"Get lost, I don't have that many thoughts," Mickey hurriedly covered up his embarrassment and said arrogantly.

Ding Ze didn't expose the truth and skipped the topic, saying, "By the way, I should tell you that even though that guy is dead, we still made over a hundred million US dollars."

Mickey, of course, knew who Ding Ze was talking about, and felt a little more at ease. "Then can I get a raise?"

"No way," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

The two chatted and laughed for a while.

Ding Ze was sleepy. "Then I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

“Okay,” Mickey nodded.

It was already past 3 a.m.

Miami is slowly waking up.

Ding Ze drove towards the hotel.

As we walked...

suddenly.

A refrigerated truck came into view.

Oh?

Is it such a coincidence?

"Poor Brian," Ding Ze muttered with some emotion as he thought of the scene where Brian was eventually killed by his younger brother Dexter, then ignored it and continued back to the hotel.

On the refrigerated truck, Brian also noticed Ding Ze, glanced at him a few more times, and memorized Ding Ze's face, but did not follow Ding Ze, and simply moved forward according to the plan.

Time passes quickly.

Its daybreak.

Chapter 101: Going to the White House, Will It Be a Crazy Critical Hit?

The sunlight shines down.

Dexter woke up earlier than usual, got up, tidied up, and went out. But instead of going directly to the police station, he went to the apartment manager's office and, under some pretext, started checking yesterday's security camera footage.

It didn't take too long.

Dexter then saw the person he wanted to see in the video, namely Ding Ze.

Dexter took out his phone, snapped a picture of Ding Ze's face, thanked him, and hurried to the police station.

He planned to find Ding Ze, seize the initiative, and see what Ding Ze was really up to.

Miami Police Department.

It's very lively today.

Bettesta and the others were discussing the incident in which Ding Ze and Mickey killed more than a dozen people on the street in the early hours of the morning, even though the case did not fall under the jurisdiction of the homicide squad but was handed over to the anti-gang squad.

Dexter listened for a short while, pretending to listen, but then went into his studio to get on with his own business.

********

Ding Ze slept until almost noon before getting up lazily, having had a good rest.

After washing and grooming.

Ding Ze ate lunch while watching the news on TV.