City: I gather the will of all living beings to become a god

The young man came closer and understood the sign after observing it.

"Chairman, this ashtray is specially customized for a hotel."

"And I know where this hotel is, it's an area that my guys are responsible for, it's our territory."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"I never doubted your ability."

"Now that you know it, hurry up and get this lottery ticket."

"It would be bad if we wait a little later for that person to leave or have already redeemed his reward. Besides, besides us, our sworn enemies should also be eyeing him. We must not let him fall into the hands of those people."

"By the way, don't use coercion or violence. The lottery tickets must be bought for him at the original price. I believe he himself is also happy to save a huge amount of tax."

"After all, we are now in serious business. Try not to get blood on your hands. The days of fighting and killing are gone forever."

He let out another long sigh.

"Alas! I don't want to use such despicable means unless I have to."

"But recently we are in urgent need of a clean sum of money to clean up the black products we have."

"I don't know why recently, but my accountant seems to be targeted by the IRS, and he doesn't dare to do anything blatantly anymore."

"So we have to launder the last money ourselves, and the news of winning the lottery just happened to come out. This is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"After this matter is completed, we will no longer have any leverage and can run legitimate business openly."

He looked at the pious statue of an angel enshrined on his desk.

"Although we will no longer do gang business in the future, with our current foundation and connections, we can run a business empire."

"All gang members can live a comfortable and stable life. Although they earn a little less, they don't have to worry as much as before."

The young man said: "The chairman is wise."

The middle-aged man looked at him and said, "By the way, how is Natasha doing now? I've been very busy these past two days, so I haven't even gone over to see her."

A smile appeared on the young man's face.

"She is very good. She has been very obedient recently. She has taken the medicine and it will probably have good effects."

There was a hint of fondness on the middle-aged man's face, followed by sadness a moment later.

"Forget it, her illness will probably never be cured, but I just want her to be stable and happy for the rest of her life, and have endless wealth."

"She is everything to me. I can't imagine what will happen to her after I die and she has no ability to take care of herself."

"That's why I entrusted her to you, and I worked hard to make money and clean up my property. I just wanted to be able to protect her for one more day."

"It's not because I'm old, so I have no fighting spirit. In the past, how could I tolerate another gang in Los Santos riding on our faces to provoke us? How could I give up such a big gang foundation in vain?"

"You must take good care of her after I die, otherwise I will never let you go even if I turn into a ghost."

There was a hint of warning in the middle-aged man's eyes.

The young man said quickly: "No, I have been with the lady for such a long time, and she has been everything in my life for a long time. I swear that no matter how miserable I am in the future, I will never let her suffer any injustice."

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "Go and do the work."

The young man turned around and left the office, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Tch, old man, stop trying to excuse your weakness."

"Fortunately, I have cultivated my own power over the years, and even secretly took control of everything about him."

"You will die in a while. You forced me to do this. After all, I don't want to live in an industry with such low profits like you."

"I still want to control the entire underworld in Los Santos. Isn't it good to traffic in dupes and people? Why do I have to sit in the office and waste my time all day long?"

On the other side, in a luxurious building that looked like a nightclub, two burly men in suits and sinewy faces were guarding the door.

It was dark inside, with neon lights changing light rapidly, accompanied by deafening music, and countless selfless men and women stretching out their hands and swaying to the music.

There is a scene of luxury everywhere.

Inside the nightclub, a conference room seemed unusually quiet.

A group of extremely muscular Latino men in jeans and tight T-shirts were talking.

One of the men said to the leading man: "Boss, I found out that the hotel where this idiot lives is in District XX of Los Santos. It is the territory of our mortal enemy."

"I have already sent someone there. I believe the money will be available soon."

"Do you think this guy is stupid? He accidentally included such crucial information in the photo. This time he spent his money and his life."

Everyone laughed, and the air was filled with evil and cruelty.

The silent leader took a puff of cigarette, pushed away the woman who was working silently beside his legs, and said: "Be careful not to make any mistakes. We must finish it before our opponent takes action."

The man patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, boss, nothing will go wrong. The whole city is covered with our spies, and this person will never escape our grasp."

Before the two forces talked, Ye Fei was in the hotel.

He had just posted the post, then put away the computer and put it in the suitcase he had already packed.

Then he came to the front desk with the suitcase.

"Check out."

Ye Fei looked at the surveillance in the hall, and a hint of an unfathomable smile appeared on his face.

If it is really as he thought, this place will soon become a place of trouble, and he must change his residence as soon as possible.

Yes, Ye Fei deliberately exposed the location of the hotel when taking photos, and all this was in his plan.

He wanted to put the lottery ticket online to see if he could catch a big fish, or several big fish.

As mentioned earlier, he didn't plan to redeem the prize himself this time.

Otherwise, he, a Daxia person, had just arrived in the United States for two days, and he inexplicably won hundreds of millions of prizes, and the story was so bizarre that it would definitely arouse suspicion.

What money can't be changed, so I bought a lottery ticket, it's too hard to stand scrutiny.

Even if he was not suspected, the fact that he won the award would be widely reported by the media, which was not in line with his low-key personality.

Moreover, if he accepted the award publicly, he would have to pay more than 100 million US dollars in taxes alone, which Ye Fei could not afford.