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

Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, the waiter felt that the man in that suite and the newly appeared beauty looked somewhat familiar.

Because of this feeling, the waiter immediately began to think about it carefully.

I kept thinking about it.

Ding dong.

"F*** it, that beauty is Scarlett Johansson!! Holy crap!"

"He can even sleep with celebrities like that!"

The waiter was furious, and then he started wondering again who Ding Ze was.

Unfortunately, I couldn't figure it out.

Whatever, I don't care anymore.

This is Hollywood.

Although Scarlett Janssen's fame has declined somewhat, there are still paparazzi willing to buy this information.

The waiter, being quite savvy, didn't hesitate and immediately took out his phone to make a call.

***********

In the suite.

After finishing her lunch, Scarlett chatted with Janet for a while, then said goodbye and left on her own.

did not expect.

As soon as I stepped out of the hotel, a group of paparazzi swarmed over and surrounded me.

Scarlett panicked for a moment, but then acted as usual.

After all, she was a female celebrity who had been incredibly popular for a while. Scarlett knew how to deal with paparazzi and how to behave best in such situations.

The answer is simple: keep smiling, be polite, don't say a word, and just walk away.

And so, the paparazzi got almost no information, only some photos.

But that's enough.

With these photos, you can just make things up.

Anyway, there's so much that can be made up about this.

First, Scarlett came out of the hotel and hadn't denied spending the night with anyone.

Secondly, Scarlett came out alone; the man neither saw her off nor showed up.

Tsk tsk.

Go ahead and make it up, it's not a big problem.

The truth is, Scarlett O'Hara needs this kind of effect too; after all, how can a celebrity survive without generating buzz?

In the suite.

“Dear Ms. Austin, what were you doing just now?” Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Janet grinned. "Of course, I need to get to know Scarlett. I'm getting old, so I have to take care of this new little sister."

Ding Ze chuckled upon hearing this, "Ms. Austin, you're asking for a beating."

“Come on, beat me up,” Janet said with a charming smile.

Then, Janet got beaten up, kneeling on the ground, lying face down with her back to Ding Ze, howling.

They got a severe beating.

Janet's legs went weak, and she laughed as she cursed Ding Ze, "You bastard!"

Ding Ze smiled broadly.

After making a fuss for a while, it's time to get down to business.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and called Ida Hassan.

Ida Hassan was very famous in the hacker community, and given his truly outstanding abilities, he naturally became the head of Dongfeng Security's network department after joining the company.

The call didn't last long.

Ding Ze asked Ida Hassan to investigate the relevant information about the two buildings he had his eye on yesterday.

Ida Hassan acted quickly and efficiently, sending the relevant information to Ding Ze's email address in just half an hour.

Ding Ze opened the email and took a look.

The information was very detailed, including the owners of the two buildings, their home addresses, family members, and so on.

That's how powerful the internet age is.

Ding Ze smiled, and without further ado, called the owner of the first building.

The call is connected.

"Hello?" the other person asked, puzzled.

"Hello, Mr. Orwell, excuse me, I'd like to buy the building you own at xx Street, xx Number. Are you willing to sell it?" Ding Ze cut to the chase without beating around the bush.

"???" Orwell was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "I have no intention of selling. Bye-bye."

“Wait, you haven’t heard my price yet,” Ding Ze said.

“I will not sell it no matter the price,” Orwell said firmly.

“Mr. Orwell, that won’t do. I really need that building, and I’m willing to pay a high price to buy it,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Owning a building in Los Angeles, Orwell wasn't entirely stupid; he finally sensed something was off. "Who are you?"

“My surname is Ding, my name is Ding Ze, I come from Miami, and I work for Dongfeng Security,” Ding Ze replied.

Orwell: "!!!!"

Jesus!

How long has it been since Las Vegas fell?

Ordinary people may not know who managed to conquer Las Vegas in just one night.

But the wealthy have far more access to information.

After all, information is a crucial factor for the wealthy to maintain their wealth.

Orwell's body stiffened, his eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid. He was extremely flustered and couldn't help but doubt his ears. "Hello, are you Ding Ze?"

Ding Ze laughed, "I'm not sure what you mean, but there's only one Ding Ze at Dongfeng Security."

Orwell: "..."

Okay, confirmed.

Ding Ze, the notorious serial killer who escaped from Fox River State Penitentiary in Chicago and soon became famous throughout the United States, is indeed alive and well, just as rumored.

More importantly, serial killer Ding Ze has arrived in Los Angeles!

The next second, unable to control himself, Orwell remembered what he had heard about Las Vegas before.

That night.

How many casino owners in Las Vegas have had their entire families wiped out?

Orwell felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it, and he instinctively gasped several times.

Can't be bothered.

It's just a building, nothing's more important than my own life!!

In the blink of an eye.

Orwell made his decision and quickly said respectfully, "So it's Mr. Ding. I'm so sorry, my tone wasn't very good just now. Please don't take offense."

"Since you need it, Mr. Ding, we'll give you the building for free. Is that alright with you?"

Ding Ze chuckled and exhaled a puff of smoke. "How could that be appropriate? Mr. Orwell, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm here to steal something."

"I'm not a robber, and I despise robbers."

"I think I'll still buy that building, what do you think?"

Orwell was sweating profusely, the kind of sweat that just wouldn't stop.

As he continued, Orwell remembered that the serial killer Ding Ze had another title... Madman.

What a lunatic.

Orwell thought for a moment and gritted his teeth, deciding that he couldn't continue talking about giving it away, lest he lose his own life and that of his whole family.

“Okay, okay, Mr. Ding, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean to say you were a robber at all,” Orwell hurriedly explained. “Then I’ll sell that building to you. How much do you think is a reasonable price?”

“Mr. Orwell, you’re the seller, you should be the one saying that,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Orwell had no choice but to quote an extremely low price.