Lisco's American Life

Old Nick opened his swollen eyes with force, spat out the blood in his mouth, and nodded in horror.

"Okay, now, let me ask you questions."

Les stepped on his face with his foot, and his face was completely different from the previous coldness.

"Who lent the car to?"

"One, an Asian. I don't know him. He rented it for twice the price. I didn't ask for his identity information."

Nick replied weakly.

"You have quite a business sense, aren't you afraid that he will run away?"

"No, I know he lives in Marco's hotel. If he wants to escape, I will receive news."

Les stared at Nick on the ground for a while, then let go of the riding boots on his face.

"Huhuhu~" Old Nick gasped after being reborn, sweat, tears, saliva, and blood mixed together on his face.

"Jason, you stay here, the others follow me."

After Les tortured out the information, he didn't stop and walked directly over Nick on the ground. Although he wanted to kill him, the Crown Gang was also a big underground gang in Colorado. He could arrest Nick, but he couldn't kill him.

Get rid of it, so that there will be no end to the fight with the Crown Gang. Although Les is not afraid of this gang, now is not the time to make extraneous matters.

Three or four pickup trucks left the office one after another, and Les sat in the back seat and took a nap.

"Asian?"

Although he closed his eyes, his brain did not stop, but was spinning rapidly.

His opponents had no Asian opponents, and he couldn't help but wonder if his enemies hired people to do this to him.

Monetary losses are nothing to him. He does not have a net worth of 500 million US dollars, but only one or two. Although this small amount of money makes him feel a little pain, it is not to the point of life and death.

He was thinking more about the invisible enemy. Compared with the open confrontation, the poisonous snake in the dark was the most disturbing.

He has a wife and children. Because of this incident, he locked all his family members in the villa. He didn't trust them to go out until there was no result.

The Marco Hotel is located in the northern part of downtown Denver. There is an interstate highway here. People from all walks of life live here. It is also the best choice for many long-distance drivers to rest.

The pickup truck stopped quietly at the door, and the group got out of the car and walked towards the lobby.

"hello?"

The little girl at the front desk was dozing off out of boredom, and Les tapped his fingers on the counter that had a lot of paint peeled off.

"Do you want a place to live?"

Jessica is the daughter of Mars. She helps out in her family's hotel in her spare time. Today her mother is not feeling well, so she takes her mother's place on duty.

Awakening from her sleep, she looked at the group of aggressive men in front of her and greeted them calmly, but her finger unknowingly placed her finger on the alarm button under the counter.

"I am Les from Les Ranch. Please call your father Marco to come out."

Of course, this kind of little gesture was invisible to Les, but he still looked at the girl in front of him who was about the same age as his daughter with admiration, and he admired her calmness in his heart.

Jessica looked at Les's face, confirmed that she seemed to have seen him locally, and calmly dialed the phone inside with her other hand.

"Dududu~"

"Daddy, there is a guest named Les looking for you."

"Oh? Okay, I'll be right away."

Les watched her finish this in an orderly manner without taking her fingers out from under the counter.

Soon, the small door behind the counter opened, and a bearded white man in his forties came out.

"Hey, Les,"

As soon as Marco came out, he saw Les and his party. Although he was confused about their purpose, he still greeted them warmly.

Les hugged him and patted him on the shoulder.

"how are things?"

Les and Marco are high school classmates. In Colorado and Denver, the place here is big, but there are not that many people. Many local people know each other. As one of the top universities in the state,

As a rancher, Marco still knew Les, who was a popular figure in school back then.

It's just that at that time, everyone just knew each other, and would say hello when they met, but they didn't gather to play together.

"I'm fine, that's it. By the way, I watched the news and heard about your ranch. I'm sorry."

Marco shrugged and greeted Les seriously.

"I have something to do today and need your help."

Les patted him again, indicating that he had received his comfort, and directly stated his purpose.

"Of course, you can just say it." Although he was wondering how Les, who had always been so powerful, could find something to do with him, Marco was still very happy to be able to help the powerful Les and get closer to each other.

Honored.

"The culprit of my cattle ranch lives in your hotel. Can you tell me his room number?"

"No problem," Marco said cheerfully. After listening to his explanation of the passenger's detailed profile, he opened the registration book at his front desk.

"Found it, room 305, Korean."

Closing the book, Marco took out the keys on the counter and followed them upstairs.

This old-fashioned hotel was inherited by Marco from his father. He did not renovate it, so it still has wooden stairs and no elevator.

With creaking footsteps, Marco walked ahead and reached the door of the room, making a gesture.

Then he inserted the key, twisted it, and the door opened.

The pistol in Johnson's hand was already loaded. He took a breath and rushed into the house with quick steps.

Although Les was anxious, he was not so excited that he rushed in. A gentleman still knew how to stay out of danger. He didn't want to stumble on these small things, so he always paid attention to it.

Five or six agents rushed into the room, and after a while, they dragged one person out.

"Sir, there is only one person inside. He drank too much and fell asleep."

After hearing Johnson's report, Les took advantage of the light in the corridor to look at the person in front of him carefully.

Ah Fei was so happy after seeing the news yesterday that he drank a bottle of whiskey without knowing it. However, he usually does not drink much, and the high alcohol content of low-quality whiskey made him fall asleep until

Now I am being dragged out of the room and I haven't woken up yet.

Les covered his nose and looked at the Asian man who smelled of alcohol with disgust, but he did not recognize that this man was the Korean who had been embarrassed at his ranch a few months ago.

Firstly, because Americans are face-blind when it comes to Chinese people, and secondly, because what happened last time was so small that he doesn’t even remember it now.

"Take him back, I want to see who hired him."

Ah Fei was dragged downstairs by the agents again, stuffed into the pickup truck, and his hands were tied up with the belt Johnson had taken from himself.