Three days are neither long nor short.

Since Rowell Irving promised him for three days, Ye Xuan didn't spend any more time. For these three days, except for returning to Chinatown at night, he was wandering outside during the day.

After finally having this free time, he did not waste it. He went to the famous Wall Street, visited the so-called Wall Street Copper Bull, and the Museum of Contemporary Art in Lower Manhattan, and then went to the Webster Concert Hall to listen to a concert.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed in a flash.

In the evening, Ye Xuan had supper, then he called a car several streets away from the Regent Hotel and rented it out to Grand Street, and then walked towards Rowell Irving's disco.

Because it was night, compared to the last time, the discotheque was already crowded with people, with bright lights and wine, and the noisy music was deafening. There were also a bunch of men and women huddling their bodies in the stage, giving the feeling of demons dancing around.

After Ye Xuan walked into the discotheque, not many people noticed him, because it was adjacent to Chinatown and there were many Chinese here. He looked around in the discotheque and found a white man who had met three days ago in the corner booth, and told him that he wanted to meet Rowell Irving.

The white man still remembers Ye Xuan. Although in the eyes of foreigners, Chinese people are actually similar, they still have some impression of Ye Xuan coming here three days ago, so they did not make any difficulties. They took Ye Xuan to the door of Rowell Irving's office, waited for a while, and then took him in.

"Oh, good evening, Mr. Ye, you are finally here. I thought you would come tomorrow!" Seeing Ye Xuan, Rowell Irving smiled.

"Time is precious, isn't it?" Ye Xuan shrugged.

"You're right, I like punctual people too!" Rowell smiled.

"So, Mr. Rowell, I don't know what happened to me asking you three days ago, how did you do?" Ye Xuan looked at Rowell with a faint smile.

"Don't worry, this is what you want!" Rowell opened the front drawer and took out a note from it.

Ye Xuan took it over and saw that the address of an apartment was not on Grand Street as he thought, but on Borieux Street two streets away, very close to Chinatown.

After looking at the address above, Ye Xuan believed that Rowell would not lie to him in this little matter. He nodded slightly and then said, "Thank you, Mr. Rowell, this is the reward we discussed before."

As he said that, Ye Xuan put the three thousand dollars he had prepared long ago on the table and pushed it over.

"Okay, this is a perfect deal. If you have such a thing in the future, you can come to me at any time." Rowell took the money and looked at it, and smiled.

"Okay, then, goodbye, Mr. Rowell!" Ye Xuan smiled slightly, then turned around and walked out.

Seeing Ye Xuan leave, the smile on Rowell Irving's face then calmed down and said to the white man sitting in front, "Go and call Nelson in!"

After a while, another big white man with a big waist and wide waist came in, and Rowell Irving said, "Nelson, how did you do the thing you told you to do before?"

"Boss, the matter has been done, but that shit writer has no books at all. I will ask you to sign an intention first and pay 500 US dollars in advance." The white man named Nelson said.

"Good job!" Rowell Irving smiled slightly, not caring about this matter. "Since this Chinese is so mysterious and can spend thousands of dollars per person, there must be some plans. Since you can't follow him, then you let the two of you stare at Eddie Mora and see what he is doing!"

"good!"

Seeing his subordinates leave, Rowell Irving smiled, then stood up and poured himself a glass of red wine, and slowly started to taste it.

...

Ye Xuan didn't know that Rowell Irving, who had only seen twice, was secretly trying to plot against him, but fortunately he was not unprepared. Since he learned that Rowell Irving sent someone to follow him, he already knew that Rowell Irving was uneasy.

And, who told Rowell Irving that his real purpose was on Eddie Mora?

Ye Xuan was not so stupid that he told his purpose to a stranger, and he was a ruthless underworld man who knew that he was indeed looking for Eddie Mora, but he never said that his real goal was Eddie Mora.

However, although his real goal is Eddie Mora, it is necessary to meet him and see where the plot has reached now.

After looking at the address he wrote, Ye Xuan called a taxi outside and handed the address to the taxi driver. Soon, the taxi driver took him to the downstairs of the address, a somewhat dilapidated apartment.

After getting off the car and paying, Ye Xuan first looked around and then walked in.

The corridor was a little dim, and a little dim light barely shone on the stairs passage. The address said that Eddie Mora's rented house was on the fourth floor. Ye Xuan walked up step by step, then came to the room, pondered for a while, and then knocked on the door.

"Who?!" A dull sound came from the room.

Ye Xuan knocked on the door again, and then said, "Lawson, I'm opening the door!"

The door opened, and a tall middle-aged white man with a scruffy blonde hair and a stubborn face opened the door and walked out, "Who are you looking for?"

Ye Xuan's eyes widened, and a surprised expression was just right on his face, and then he said, "Who are you, where is Lawson?"

As he said that, Ye Xuan seemed to push the person in front of him away and walk in.

"Hey, hey, man, there is nothing Lawson here. This is my home, and I am the only one here." Seeing Ye Xuan coming in, the tall middle-aged white man quickly reached out and shouted loudly.

Ye Xuan took a step back and stared at the tall middle-aged white man coldly, "What's your name? Call Lawson out. This is not something you can participate in. Don't meddle in other people's business!"

Looking at Ye Xuan's cold eyes, the tall middle-aged white man suddenly felt a little chill on his back, and raised his hands and stepped back two steps, "Hey, man, I don't know who Lawson is, and there is no one named Lawson here. My name is Eddie Mora. This is my rental house. Do you understand? I am the only one in it. If you don't believe it, you can come in and take a look."

Ye Xuan glanced at Eddie Mora, pushed him away, walked directly into it, and then saw a room that was dirty like a garbage dump. He looked at each room pretending to be. After not seeing anyone, his face seemed to slow down.

"You'd better not know Lawson, otherwise...hum!" He snorted coldly, Ye Xuan was not too impatient, and turned around and left the room...

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