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

John Abruzzi is playing cards with two of his men.

Michael saw this and walked over calmly.

Ding Ze knew what Michael was going to do. Suddenly, an idea came to him: to pave the way for his departure.

Then, his gaze shifted and locked onto the black man nicknamed 'Department Store,' and Ding Ze raised his foot.

Upon arriving at the 'department store', Ding Ze glanced at the tall black man next to the store and gave him a friendly smile. "Hello, I heard you can get anything."

The 'department store' sized Ding Ze up and down, then gave him a look of disgust. "You misheard."

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head. "I think not. I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to buy some cigarettes from you."

The department store owner hesitated for a moment. He was quite annoyed by Ding Ze's handsome appearance with yellow skin, but when it came to making money, he couldn't be ashamed.

"Where's the money?"

“Zero-yuan purchase,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

"??????" The department store employee was stunned for a moment, then became furious. "Newbie! Are you looking for trouble??"

The words had barely left his mouth.

The big guy next to the 'department store' clenched his fist, as if he was about to make a move.

Warden Pope is generally a pretty good guy, but he has a low tolerance for fighting.

If you make a move, you could easily be taken to solitary confinement if you're not careful.

Ding Ze had no intention of spending a few days in that kind of awful place, so he immediately smiled, raised his hands in surrender, and took a few steps back. "How could that be? I'm not that kind of person. Two packs of cigarettes and a few boxes of matches, give them to me tomorrow, and I think you'll know what I mean."

The anger on the 'department store's' face was crystal clear. Without wasting words with Ding Ze, he directly called to the big guy next to him, "Get him!"

Upon receiving the order, the big man immediately rushed towards Ding Ze.

Ding Ze wasn't stupid; he decisively turned and ran.

"Don't let me see you again!" The department store owner threatened menacingly and called out to the big man.

In broad daylight, on this open playground, the 'department store' wasn't exactly a gang in the strictest sense, and they didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

This is part of the reason why Ding Ze approached this guy.

Another, and most important, reason was that he was broke, and he would probably need some things... things that would be perfectly suitable to be provided by the 'department store'.

As for how to get the 'department store' to obediently give him what he wants...

simple.

The groundwork has already been laid; we'll release that big guy later...

He believed that the 'department store' would definitely receive the signal.

After running for a while, seeing that the big guy wasn't chasing him, Ding Ze grinned and walked towards Westmoreland again.

Since we can't get newspapers or watch TV for the time being.

He wanted to ask Westmoreland about what was happening outside.

Although the old man has been imprisoned here for decades, he is relatively free and should know quite a lot.

He wanted to figure something out.

Is this world a single world like the one in "Prison Break," or is it a complex world like the ones described in the online novels he used to read?

This is quite important, as it directly relates to his future plans.

Ding Ze sat down next to Westmoreland, but before he could speak, he had already spoken.

Westmoreland, looking puzzled, spoke up, "Newcomer, you're too restless; that's not good for your health."

“I think I’ll be fine, after all, I’m not someone who likes to cause trouble,” Ding Ze said with a smile and shook his head. “Cooper, you know about the outside world, right? Would you mind telling me about it? I had amnesia this morning, and I have no idea what’s going on outside.”

“My name is Charles Westmoreland, not Cooper as you say,” Westmoreland corrected calmly.

Ding Ze didn't care what the name was. "It doesn't matter. Can you tell me about the outside world?"

There was a pause.

I know this old man is stubborn and only cares about one thing...

Ding Ze then added, "In exchange, I can tell you something about your daughter."

Chapter 4 The Outside World (Seeking votes)

Chapter 4 The Outside World (Seeking votes~)

Upon hearing this, Westmoreland's expression changed drastically, turning fierce. "Newcomer, you'd better be joking!"

Ding Ze shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not... This matter concerning your daughter is not good news, but it's something you definitely want to know."

Upon hearing the words, Westmoreland shuddered, his face clearly showing panic. "What happened to my daughter???"

Ding Ze shook his head again, "You have to give me what I want first."

Westmoreland didn't hesitate and asked directly, "What do you want to know?"

“The outside world, the more detailed the better, say whatever comes to mind…” Ding Ze said, then added, “The key is, things related to criminal gangs and things that can make a lot of money!”

Westmoreland understood and, without delay, began to speak.

Ding Ze listened quietly, asking questions from time to time.

Time passes quickly.

Finally, just before the break time was about to end, Ding Ze got what he wanted.

This world is indeed a complex world, not just a single Prison Break world.

At this time of year.

The most popular pastime in the United States is Merrenva.

The vast majority of Merivenla comes from neighboring Mexico.

The owners of plazas across Mexico have been making a fortune off this stuff for years.

However, it seems the good days are coming to an end.

Mexico has begun a major crackdown on this stuff this year.

But no problem.

Because of neighboring Colombia, Comrade Pablo seems to have started to have good luck and is about to embark on an unconventional and legendary life.

As for the United States itself, there's nothing particularly noteworthy.

It's nothing more than various capital struggles, a relatively high-end matter. Westmoreland has only heard of it and doesn't know much about the details.

"Now can you tell me what's wrong with my daughter?" Westmoreland asked anxiously, almost spitting out each word.

Ding Ze was about to nod when he suddenly remembered someone else.

He felt that person must be there too.

"One last question, how much do you know about New Mexico?"

"Have you ever heard of a guy named Heisenberg?"

Westmoreland shook his head decisively, "Never heard of it."

Ding Ze was not surprised by this. "That makes sense. That guy is probably still teaching now."

He muttered something to himself, and knowing the old man was anxious, Ding Ze didn't waste any time and said directly, "Your daughter has esophageal cancer, late stage."

"She is currently receiving treatment at Sacred Heart Hospital in Indianapolis... and then, she doesn't have much time left, about three months."

“I think since you can’t get out, and she can probably still move around, maybe you could try to let her come see you.”

The words fell to the ground.

Westmoreland was ashen-faced, his whole body seemed to deflate, and he slumped down, unable to speak for a long time.

To be honest, seeing the old man in such a state, Ding Ze still felt a little sorry for him. "Please accept my condolences."

Westmoreland, upon hearing this, snapped out of her daze, glared at Ding Ze, and gritted her teeth, saying, "You'd better be lying to me!!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not. You probably know it in your heart, after all, you can find out about this by making a few phone calls to the hospital."

As soon as these words came out.

Westmoreland was immediately exhausted, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

Ding Ze reached out and caught him just in time.

“Thank you,” Westmoreland said weakly.

"No need to thank me. I'm not a good person because I have another request for you." Although she felt a little reluctant, it concerned five million, so she had to say it.

Westmoreland didn't understand. "What are the requirements?"

Ding Ze leaned closer and whispered, "I'll be going out in a few days. I know where your five million is. I hope you won't tell your daughter that most of that money is mine, and I'll give the rest to her."

Westmoreland: "!!!!!!!!!"

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