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

"If you say it's not true, then it's not true," Ding Zecai said, too lazy to argue about such things.

Mickey's expression shifted between light and dark. He really wanted to fight Ding Ze, but in the end, he held back and didn't dare to make a move. The reason for this was partly because he was wary of Ding Ze, and partly because, although he had only just arrived, he had already fallen in love with the city and didn't want to go back to that slum.

soon.

The two arrived at Guns N' Roses, now Miami's hottest bar.

Even at this hour, there was still a long line outside Guns N' Roses Bar.

At least a hundred brightly dressed men and women were chattering in line.

At the bar entrance, four tall Black security guards were letting people in one by one.

See this scene.

Ding Ze shook his head, quickly surveyed the layout of the bar, and then stepped on the gas and drove towards the back door of the bar.

It's impossible to queue.

With so many people at the main entrance, it wouldn't be appropriate to let those four black security guards go.

Besides, he came here to have fun... Releasing him into the wild would be a bit inappropriate.

A few minutes later.

The back door of the bar.

Looking at the black security guard in front of him, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, who stood firm at his post and refused to let him in even after he took out a thousand dollars...

Ding Ze rubbed his forehead; he had a bit of a headache.

next second.

"I came here to have fun, why are you forcing me?"

Words spoken.

Ding Ze drew his gun.

Biu~~

head shot.

Done.

Ding Ze put away his gun, squatted down, summoned the Fire Gu worms to his hand, reached out to the security guard's mouth, let the Fire Gu worms crawl in, then stood up and stepped back to the side.

After a few seconds, the security guard started to burn, and in no time he was reduced to ashes.

Perfect. No body, no case.

Seeing this, Ding Ze smiled and waved to Mickey, "Alright, let's go in."

One chapter still owed. Please, everyone, give me some monthly tickets!

Chapter 78 Dexter, the Bloodthirsty Forensic Doctor [Please give me some monthly tickets!]

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Mickey didn't move, he froze, and started trembling uncontrollably. For a moment, he could only stare blankly at Ding Ze...

You just kill people like that?

Just because you don't want to wait in line?

And what the hell is this evil magic?

How did they manage to burn that person to ashes?

Is this guy even human?

demon…..

A series of questions rapidly churned in Mickey's mind, and suddenly, the word "demon" flooded into his head.

Mickey was immediately shaken and instinctively wanted to run away.

[You have successfully released Said. Reward: Drunkard (Level 1).]

'This reward couldn't have come at the right time.'

Ding Ze opened the door, thinking to himself, not paying much attention. Then, not hearing Mickey's voice, he turned around and saw Mickey looking like he'd lost his soul. He immediately understood what was going on and grinned, "You need to strengthen your resilience, otherwise you won't be able to do great things."

Upon hearing this, Mickey, instinctively defiant, regained some composure, blinked, and moved his mouth several times before managing to utter a sound, albeit with a slight tremor, "Are you... really human?"

"Of course," Ding Ze replied with a smile, "So, are you in or not?"

Mickey paused for a moment, thinking of his home and the slums. He steeled his resolve, decided to take the plunge, and nodded. "Go in!"

Words spoken.

Mickey gritted his teeth and lifted his feet, which felt incredibly heavy, as if they were filled with lead.

Ding Ze withdrew his gaze and walked into the bar first.

Guns N' Roses is currently Miami's hottest bar, and its size and luxury are quite astonishing.

The bar's lobby was packed with people, men and women dancing and swaying to the deafening music.

Ding Ze glanced at it.

The scene was incredibly hot, and it was definitely Miami-esque.

Mickey also saw those crazy scenes and momentarily forgot the shock Ding Ze had just given him, becoming somewhat lost in thought.

Because of the crowd, the two walked very slowly before finally reaching the bar.

There were no seats in front of the bar, and many men and women leaned against the bar, looking out into the hall, clearly in a predatory posture.

"A Margarita," Ding Ze said, pulling out ten thousand US dollars from his pocket and addressing the busy bartender behind the counter. He then asked Mickey, "What would you like to drink? Order for yourself."

Mickey wasn't quite comfortable in this environment. He nodded awkwardly and ordered a beer from the bartender.

Ding Ze paid the bill and handed the remaining money to Mickey. "Have fun. If you're separated, find a place to sleep on your own. Call me if you have any problems."

"it is good."

Ding Ze didn't say much, picked up his wine glass, and joined the hunt.

Not long after.

Three young women swaying and twisting on the side of the bar came into his view.

For the time being, those three young girls are more to his liking.

then.

Ding Ze didn't waste any time. He picked up his wine glass and walked over. "Hello, may I buy you a drink?"

This is America, and this is Miami, for crying out loud.

So don't hold back, just do what you want to do. If you want to play with these three girls, just be direct and don't beat around the bush.

If you get rejected, then find another target.

It's such a simple thing.

The three girls looked at Ding Ze together, silently sized him up, and were quite satisfied with his appearance and physique, so they all smiled.

next second.

One of the blonde girls asked, somewhat provocatively, "The three of us together? Handsome, are you sure you can handle it?"

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Of course."

“Talk is cheap,” the blonde girl licked her lips. “I need to see what you’re capable of. How about this, you drink with us first.”

"No problem, let's find a table and sit down."

soon.

The four left the hall and sat down at a round table nearby.

This type of location requires a fee.

But it's no big deal.

As soon as the waiter approached, Ding Ze decisively took out ten thousand US dollars, placed it on the waiter's tray, and then asked the three girls, "What would you like to drink?"

Seeing Ding Ze being so generous...

Naturally, the three girls and the waiter were all initially surprised, but then their eyes lit up and their faces lit up with smiles.

The time has come to this moment.

The three girls' satisfaction with Ding Ze has increased dramatically...

They weren't prostitutes, they were just there to have fun, but even so, they would naturally prefer to play with men who were both good-looking and rich rather than with poor guys who only had looks.

The three girls laughed and quickly told the waiter what drinks they wanted.

"I'll just have one beer. You serve us before we leave, and you can keep all the money we have left over. If we drink too much, I'll give you the rest," Ding Zechong then told the waiter.

The three girls ordered ordinary drinks, and Ding Ze's order was even more outdated.

In this way, there will definitely be some left over from the $10,000, and there is a good chance that there will be quite a lot left over.