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

Henry Miller gave a wry smile, a smile that looked more like a grimace. "No, no, no, Mr. Smith, you're mistaken. This is your hotel."

As he spoke, Henry Miller handed Ding Ze the various documents he had brought concerning the hotel. “Mr. Smith, all the relevant documents about the hotel are here. I’ve already notified my lawyer on the way here. He should be here soon. Once he arrives, we’ll sign the contracts, and that’s it.”

Ding Ze listened.

Uh, is that all?

Why is this guy so scared?

Am I that scary?

"Henry, you're too kind. Well then, let's sit down and talk about the price. I don't know exactly how much your hotel is worth," Ding Ze couldn't help but feel that his image was probably off and needed improvement.

If he had a choice, Henry Miller really wouldn't want to sit down; he'd rather turn around and leave immediately.

Unfortunately, the lawyer hasn't arrived yet.

The transfer procedures will take some time.

Henry Miller had no choice but to nod in agreement. As he moved, he said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Smith, it's an honor that you're interested in this hotel. Talking about money would be vulgar."

Henry Miller sat down on the sofa next to Ding Ze. "No need for money, I'll give you this hotel for free. Let's be friends. I hope Mr. Smith can give me a hand in the future."

'It seems there's really a big problem with my appearance,' Ding Ze thought to himself.

While it's certainly great to get a hotel for free without spending a penny... wouldn't he become a robber by doing that?

This is not okay.

“Henry, I’m a legitimate businessman. How can I take a hotel like this for free?” Ding Ze said seriously. “We can be friends, and we can cooperate in the future if there are opportunities. But one thing is one thing. If you are willing to sell this hotel, I really want to buy it. Name your price.”

Ding Ze said this in one breath.

After saying that, thinking that Henry would probably insist on giving it to me, he added, "Don't say you're giving it to me anymore, or I'll have to leave."

Henry: "..."

Is this guy serious?

You're a gang leader... I offered you the hotel, but you refused and insisted on buying it.

Could this be some kind of trap?

Henry broke out in a cold sweat, his mind racing, unsure of what to say.

Just at this time.

Dexter rushed into the hotel lobby.

Comrade Dexter is very recognizable.

Ding Ze noticed it immediately. He wasn't surprised by Dexter's appearance, so he decisively shifted his gaze to Dexter, then raised his hand and greeted him with a smile, "Dexter, long time no see."

Upon hearing this, Dexter paused, his gaze falling on Ding Ze, his expression tense and his eyes filled with complex emotions.

next second.

Dexter caught Rita watching out of the corner of his eye, so he quickly forced a smile and nodded to Ding Ze, "Long time no see, have you been busy?"

"Okay, let's have a good chat later. I need to finish this matter first," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

“Okay,” Dexter replied, and walked toward Rita, who hadn’t noticed anything amiss and genuinely thought it was an old friend meeting.

Ding Ze didn't look at Dexter much, and turned to Henry Miller again, "Henry?"

Upon hearing this, Henry Miller felt as if death had called his name, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Then, unable to understand what Ding Ze was trying to do, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak up, "Mr. Smith, my brain has limited capacity. Why don't you just tell me what you want me to do?"

Ding Ze was getting a headache and felt it necessary to explain, "Henry, you have a misunderstanding about me. Like I said, I am actually a businessman. Sometimes, I do certain things out of necessity."

"I'm actually quite easy to get along with, so you don't need to think too badly of me."

"Just name your price, and we'll settle this. I need to talk to my friend."

Henry Miller: "..."

Forced to do so?

You've only been in Miami for a short time, how many people have you killed?

Was it a last resort?

Of course, he could only think about it, not say it. After a moment's thought, Henry Miller made up his mind and decided to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out. Anyway, he would just go along with Ding Ze and keep him happy as long as he could save his own life.

Having made up his mind, Henry Miller gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then... two million dollars."

Henry Miller originally wanted to say $500,000, but when he thought about Ding Ze's extravagant spending of over $100 million on the yacht last night, he felt that saying $500,000 would only upset Ding Ze and make him seem disrespectful, so he changed his mind.

“Two million? Your manager told me that this hotel is worth nearly ten million US dollars,” Ding Ze said with a laugh. “Isn’t your price too low? You know I’m not short of money.”

Upon hearing this, Henry Miller immediately cursed the manager in his mind, then shook his head repeatedly, "That manager doesn't know anything, please don't take offense. This hotel is actually only worth this much, this price is just right."

Ding Ze thought for a moment, "Are you sure?"

Henry Miller nodded quickly, "OK!"

“Alright,” Ding Ze realized that there was no point in arguing any further. This guy was really too scared. If he kept arguing, the price wouldn’t go up much, and it would only make him look like he was bullying him. “Then, it’s a pleasure to cooperate.”

"It's a pleasure working with you," Henry Miller said, and immediately breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ding Ze didn't say much. He took out a checkbook and pen from his inside jacket pocket, and with a few quick strokes, wrote a check for four million US dollars. He tore off the check and handed it to Henry Miller.

"Four million US dollars. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future and do some big business."

Henry Miller's hand trembled. After hesitating for a long time, he finally accepted the check, without mentioning that the amount had doubled. "Okay, okay, I hope Mr. Smith will take good care of me in the future."

Words spoken.

Henry Miller glanced at his watch discreetly, silently cursing the damned lawyer who still hadn't arrived. Then, he respectfully said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Smith, the lawyer might be stuck in traffic. Perhaps you could talk to your friend first?"

“Alright, when the lawyer arrives, call me,” Ding Ze said without hesitation, got up, and walked towards Dexter, who was leaning against a pillar not far away.

He walked up to Dexter.

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Dexter, it's been more than ten years since we last met, and you've hardly changed since you were a child."

Dexter looked at Ding Ze and smiled, feigning happiness, "You too."

“Let’s go outside and talk. It’s too crowded and noisy here,” Ding Ze suggested. Then, he deliberately glanced at Rita, who was standing next to them and was obviously watching them. “You’re a lucky guy to have such a beautiful girlfriend.”

The words came out.

Rita heard this, lowered her head slightly, and smiled happily.

Dexter kept smiling and didn't respond. He just turned to Rita and said with a smile, "Well, Rita, you go ahead and do your thing. I'll go out and talk to him."

“Okay, you can go ahead,” Rita replied gently to Dexter, then politely said to Ding Ze, “Mr. Ding, please come to my house for dinner sometime.”

Hear the words.

Dexter's forehead nerve twitched violently: "!!!!"

Ding Ze was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "Rita, you're such a great wingman!" "Okay, actually, I have time tonight."

“Okay, then come over for dinner tonight,” Rita offered readily, then asked Dexter for his opinion, “Dexter, is that alright?”

Dexter wanted to say no, and immediately found a reason, but then he thought again, considering Ding Ze's ruthlessness, who knows what would happen if he refused...

"it is good."

“See you at my place tonight,” Rita said happily. “I have to get to work now, you two go ahead and chat.”

Dexter didn't say anything more and walked straight out.

Ding Ze smiled and started moving as well.

-

Lijing Seaside Hotel, in a corner of the garden.

Once he was sure no one was around and his words wouldn't be heard, Dexter abruptly stopped, his smile vanishing instantly, and asked Ding Ze with a grim expression, "Why did you leave me that note?"

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit one, took a puff, and laughed, "I'm pretty bored. There aren't many interesting people in Miami, and you're one of them, so I'd like to make friends with you."

Dexter's face darkened. "I have no interest!"

“You should be interested,” Ding Ze said, unconcerned about Dexter’s attitude. It was normal for a mentally ill person to have any attitude. “Don’t misunderstand, I’m not threatening you with Rita, Esther, Cody, or Debra. I’m just stating a fact.”

As the names of people he cared about reached his ears one after another, Dexter raised an eyebrow, a murderous intent surging within him, but he restrained himself!

It was broad daylight, and there were people everywhere, so there was no way to take action.

Suppressing his murderous intent, Dexter asked, "Oh? What's the truth?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "The truth is, your father Harry is gone. The rules he taught you will gradually become unable to restrain you, and you will gradually lose control. The people I just mentioned will be injured or even killed because of you."

"And I, as your friend, have the ability to prevent this from happening."

"Since you know who I am, you should understand that in Miami today, unless the military is deployed, no one can touch me."

Ding Ze said in one breath, "With my help, you can do whatever you want."

Dexter curled his lips slightly and sneered, "I'm not like you. I only kill those who deserve to die."

“I told you, I know the rules Harry taught you,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “I have no intention of changing these rules. Just continue doing what you’re supposed to do. As your friend, I will only stop some terrible things from happening at crucial moments.”

"Believe me, without me, Debra and the others will ultimately be ruined by you."

Dexter, who was actually a very arrogant psychopath, denied it without hesitation, saying, "That kind of thing will never happen."