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

Such a close distance...

Jesse's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he had a feeling that the person in front of him was a serial killer who had murdered many people, and he was terrifying...

"I, I, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that..." Fear made Jesse hurriedly and stammeringly apologize.

Ding Ze smiled and patted Jesse on the shoulder. "It's good that you know your mistakes and can correct them. Jesse, you're an adult now. Don't always act like a child who never grows up."

"Come on, answer my question, what have you been doing lately?"

"I, I, I'm making some things..." Jesse didn't dare to lie.

"Oh, what is it? Something the DEA would be interested in?" Ding Ze asked, feigning interest.

Jesse could only nod, "Yes..."

A positive response was received.

Ding Ze decisively changed the subject and encouraged, "Well done! Keep it up and do more. I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You're on the right path!"

"Keep up the good work, strive to grow bigger and stronger, and make a name for yourself."

"By the way, are you short of money?"

Jesse was stunned, genuinely and completely stunned.

What's this?

What are you doing?

Jesse's head was spinning; he had no idea what to say.

Ding Ze didn't care and turned to Mickey, saying, "Go to the car and get two hundred thousand."

“Okay,” Mickey said quickly and soon brought the money over.

“Put it on the sofa,” Ding Ze said to Mickey.

Mickey did as instructed.

“Jesse, this 200,000 is my investment in you. From now on, I will be your investor. By the way, my name is Jason Freeman. You have to remember this name.”

"Alright, I have to go eat now. That's all for today. See you another day."

Ding Ze said in one breath, then ordered the paralyzing Gu worms to release their toxins. After that, he left without saying a word, taking Mickey with him and thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Jesse became a vegetable, lying on the ground with his eyes open, his mind filled with panic, shock and confusion.

'What happened?'

'Someone, please save me!'

-

Got in the car.

Mickey genuinely didn't understand and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what were you doing just now?"

Ding Ze laughed, "Don't understand?"

"Ah."

"Just don't understand."

“….” Mickey was speechless.

Chapter 113 The Many Faces of Life, Death!

Seeing Mickey's speechless expression, Ding Ze smiled happily, offered no explanation, and focused on watching the road signs and driving.

Jesse Pinkman plays a very complex and contradictory character in Breaking Bad...

Now that he's here, he's honestly unsure how much of a role Jesse Pinkman will play in the future.

To put it more simply, he hasn't completely decided what to do with Jesse Pinkman yet. His plan is to stir things up and see how things develop before making a final decision.

When the time comes, we'll release the animals that should be released, keep the animals that should be kept, and ignore the animals that should be ignored... It's just a small matter, something to do casually.

He came here just for fun.

Time flies.

After some effort, Ding Ze finally found the restaurant that Mike had mentioned.

The restaurant wasn't big and didn't look particularly special, but it was quite crowded at this hour.

Ding Ze parked the car, got out, and looked towards the restaurant.

Mike sat alone by the window, with no one opposite him.

The other people you see in the restaurant all seem to be normal people, not Chicken Uncle's henchmen... Chicken Uncle's henchmen are all very distinctive; they are all taciturn, extremely cold, and quite easy to identify.

Ding Ze glanced at it briefly.

At this time.

Mike spotted Ding Ze and Mickey, immediately got up, and headed outside the store.

Ding Ze didn't linger. He called to Mickey and headed towards the restaurant entrance.

“Mr. Ding, Mr. Milkovich, please,” Mike said calmly at the restaurant entrance.

Ding Ze smiled faintly and nodded.

The three of them walked away, until they reached the very back corner of the restaurant.

Three dining tables were placed at a right angle at the corner.

People were seated at all three dining tables.

Uncle Fried Chicken sat alone at the table located at the right angle.

Without a doubt, the men at the other two tables were all Chicken Guy's men.

Ding Ze glanced at them and recognized two of them, but he forgot their names.

Uncle Fried Chicken had already stood up, buttoned up his shirt, and then extended his hand to Ding Ze, "Hello, Mr. Ding."

From a certain perspective, Uncle Fried Chicken is really a gentleman.

Ding Ze smiled and reached out to shake hands with Uncle Fried Chicken. "Hello, Mr. Fu Lin."

Uncle Fried Chicken then reached out to Mickey, "Hello, Mr. Milkovich."

Mickey wasn't that stupid; he had already figured out that Uncle Fried Chicken was a big shot in this area. He was a little surprised when Uncle Fried Chicken reached out to him, so he quickly extended his hand and greeted him, mimicking Ding Ze's words, "Hello, Mr. Fulin."

"I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at the restaurant entrance," Uncle Fried Chicken said, letting go of her hand.

“It’s okay, I don’t care about that,” Ding Ze said, understanding.

"Thank you," Uncle Fried Chicken smiled faintly, gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, have a seat, gentlemen."

"Mickey, go eat over there," Ding Ze said to Mickey, turning his head instead of sitting down.

Mickey didn't really want to sit down and get involved in this kind of situation, but upon hearing this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay."

Uncle Fried Chicken chimed in, "Mike, why don't you entertain Mr. Milkovich?"

Mike nodded.

Ding Ze and Uncle Fried Chicken then took their seats in turn.

Uncle Fried Chicken was very particular; he waited for Ding Ze to sit down before taking his own seat, and then sat up straight.

'A gentlemanly gay man.'

'How interesting!'

Ding Ze noticed this detail and found it quite interesting.

“Mr. Ding, what would you like to eat?” At this moment, Uncle Fried Chicken picked up the menu on the table and handed it to Ding Ze. “I recommend the lamb, it tastes very good.”

Ding Ze was indeed a little hungry. He took the menu and flipped through it while saying, "Mr. Fulin, I'm a rather easygoing person and don't know much about etiquette. I hope you don't mind."

Uncle Fried Chicken shook his head gently, "No, no, Mr. Ding, please make yourself at home."

Ding Ze didn't consider himself a gentleman, and more importantly, he didn't think he could become one. So, he just did what he wanted and soon ordered a lot of meat.

Faced with this result.

Uncle Fried Chicken was quite surprised.

There is no other reason.

Ding Ze is very different from the big shots that Uncle Fried Chicken has met over the years. In this kind of occasion... he really acts like he's here to have a meal.

After Ding Ze finished ordering, Uncle Fried Chicken ordered a steak and a vegetable salad.

After you've made your selection.

Uncle Fried Chicken called for a waiter.

The waiter brought two glasses of water and took the menu away.

"Mr. Ding, how was your day?" Uncle Fried Chicken asked, picking up his water glass, taking a sip.

"It's alright, there's nothing fun here, it's too desolate," Ding Ze replied with a smile.