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The apartment is on fire.

To be precise, the room rented by Chen Hao caught fire.

The raging fire burned away the hair and fingerprints left by Chen Hao.

More than a dozen corpses were also unrecognizable, even charred and carbonized.

In a dark corner a hundred meters away from the apartment building, the blonde girl who was almost killed by the motorcycle gang covered her face and stared at the burning room, still scared and trembling.

A siren sounded.

The blonde put her backpack on and left in a hurry.

Next, the police and the Gambino family may look for her. If she does not disappear, the consequences will be disastrous.

On the roof of another old building, Chen Hao watched the blonde escape.

After a week in New York, he would disguise himself when entering and exiting the apartment. Only the blonde had seen his true face.

Knock out.

The best way to prevent identity exposure.

But after all, he is not a real villain and has a bottom line.

"It's best to disappear from sight."

Chen Hao said to himself.

He could let the blonde go once, but he would never let him go a second time.

When the police car and fire truck arrived, Chen Hao had disappeared without a trace.

Newtown.

In a mansion on the Isle of Man.

Cali Gambino, the fourth person in the Gambino family, sat on the sofa and stared coldly at his three men.

"Jack is my confidant just like you. My confidant and eleven other people were killed. This is the biggest provocation and humiliation to our Gambino family in the past ten years!"

Kali's voice became stern at the end.

The three of them lowered their heads, not daring to face Cali directly.

"Check it out for me, find out what happened, whoever killed Jack, he and his family must die."

Kali shows his evil side.

The three of them nodded in agreement.

The Gambino family, the controllers of New City's underground world, tolerate no provocation.

...............

New City's Chinatown is not a street, but an area with more than 40 streets and nearly 200,000 illegal immigrants.

The population size of Chinatown is comparable to that of a small county in northwest China, so it is also called Chinatown by some people in New York City.

On Bowery Street, a bar opened quietly, with only a few firecrackers going off.

There is a sign on the side of the bar door, which says 50% off the opening discount.

Inside the bar.

There are six waiters in total, three men and three women, working on the first and second floors respectively.

Behind the bar on the first floor, the bartender placed bottles of foreign wine on the shelves.

In front of the bar is the retail area.

The small stage on the other side of the Santai area is where the resident singer sings.

The three people in the kitchen are responsible for cooking some simple meals, washing cups and plates, and adding one cleaner. There are ten employees in the small bar with an area of ​​more than 400 square meters on two floors.

The bar is empty during the day.

Most bars in Chinatown are open after 6pm.

Since it was the first day of opening, all employees arrived half a day in advance to make preparations.

Perhaps it was because they were new here and were unfamiliar with each other. The male and female employees were busy with their own affairs and did not chat.

The man who lit three strings of firecrackers returned to the bar.

The interior of the bar is dimly lit.

The man did not take off his sunglasses, but looked around the bar, as if he was inspecting his own territory.

"boss."

"boss."

The waiter and bartender greeted the man wearing sunglasses one after another.

The man smiled and nodded.

He is the owner of this bar.

The bar was indeed his place.

The waiters and bartenders didn't think it was unusual or weird for their boss to wear sunglasses in the dim environment.

The boss said that one eye was missing and a prosthetic eye was installed.

The bar owner pointed out a few problems and then walked into the bathroom on the first floor. He stood in front of the sink and washed his hands. He took off his sunglasses and looked up in the mirror.

A handsome face appeared in the mirror with piercing eyes.

Chen Hao looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

More than half a year later, his extremely special physique allowed him to have another brush with death, and his internal injuries slowly healed on their own.

It seems that God has favored him again.

The Chosen One?

Chen Hao slowly shook his head.

I am extremely lucky to live my life again.

I have walked through the gate of hell again and again, and I am extremely lucky.

Sitting on huge wealth and holding overwhelming power, one is extremely lucky.

However, he also experienced dangers and crises time and again that ordinary people would never experience, and even his family was injured if he accidentally broke into pieces.

He took a deep breath and put on his sunglasses.

The speed of self-healing of internal injuries is extremely slow, and he still has to lie dormant, otherwise Mutu will not let him go.

How long will it take to hibernate?

He was unsure.

If no miracle happens, based on his current physical condition, he may not be able to return to his peak condition in ten or twenty years.

Miracle... He could only hope in the last picture left by Patriarch Sanfeng.

"boss."

The bartender walked into the bathroom.

Chen Hao nodded with a smile, left the bathroom, and continued to examine the bar he bought for six million M gold.

A 400-square-meter store costs 6 million M gold.

Chen Hao thought it was worth it.

After all, this is the most prosperous place in New City. It only takes ten minutes at most to walk to the world-famous Wall Street.

The bar has a retro style and is a clear bar.

Clear bar, quiet and artistic, suitable for dating, listening to music and romance, suitable for all ages.

At night, some people come to spend money at the bar for the 50% discount.

In the sofa booth on the second floor, Chen Hao was drinking a glass of top brandy alone, looking at more and more guests with a calm expression.

On the small stage, two singers played the guitar and sang affectionately.

The country music of Country M is somewhat similar to the folk songs of China, which enhances the atmosphere.

"Boss, the momentum is good."

The waitress who said this smiled happily and was really happy.

Chen Hao's wages to his employees are not low, or higher than those of his peers in Chinatown.

Immigrated to country M through a fake marriage. A waitress with average academic qualifications and average abilities hopes that the bar business will prosper and she can continue to work.

It is very difficult for people like her to find a reliable job.

Chen Hao smiled and said nothing.

Whether the bar business is good or bad makes no difference to him who is extremely wealthy.

Seeing that Chen Hao was not very excited or happy, the waitress didn't know what to say for a while.

"Go get busy."

"oh oh……"

The waitress nodded quickly in response to Chen Hao and went to do the work.

Chen Hao opened the laptop on the table, logged into the Bitcoin trading platform, and swept away all the Bitcoins sold on the platform.

Bitcoin, which has risen to 800M gold, is still worth nothing in his opinion.

Mr. K.

His code name in the currency circle.

In the eyes of other players, this code name means holding 1.5 million Bitcoins, and it also means that people are stupid and have too much money.

There are still very few people who are optimistic about Bitcoin.

Most people who play Bitcoin have a speculative mentality, hold it short-term, and change hands when they make money.

Fortunately, Bitcoin transactions are extremely confidential.

No one knew that Mr. K, this idiot, was Chen Hao, otherwise many people would have come to his door and laughed at Chen Hao in person.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The guests are all gone.

The employees are packed up and ready to get off work.

Five tough men walked in.

"Sorry, it's time to get off work." The young waitress reminded the visitor with a smile.

The leading man suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the waitress's cheek.

The waitress struggled subconsciously.

Bar staff quickly gathered around.

"Don't even move."

The other man lifted his coat, revealing the revolver stuck at his waist.