Chapter 272

After watching two movies in a row, the two walked out of the cinema. Patricia was still immersed in the winding and tortuous plot, unable to extricate herself.

Lans didn't like this kind of plot. Although tragedy can sublimate a story, it will ultimately not become content that most people love.

Facts would prove that people don't spend money to go to the cinema to find unhappiness; they hope more that the ticket price they paid will bring them joy and laughter, not sadness and stuffiness.

After coming out, Lans persuaded her for a long while before Patricia believed that all of this was fake and just created by screenwriters to trick people into shedding tears.

"If you have the chance to see them, you must give them a beating!"

"They made me cry sadly for a long time!" The girl wiped her tears with a handkerchief, her eyes still a bit red. "Do I look a bit terrible?"

Lans shook his head. "Still as beautiful as ever."

Patricia burst into a laugh, and the smile returned to her face. "You're so good, Lans."

She held Lans's arm, and the two walked aimlessly on the street. "Tell me about your work?" she asked.

She was also very interested in Lans's work. Lans picked out some things he could talk about. "We introduce jobs to the poor, as well as those illegal immigrants, so they can continue to live in the Federation."

"If it weren't for us, many people might freeze to death this winter. I'm not saying this to show how great I am; I just want to tell you that although some people might think I'm a gangster, even the federal government might not be able to do what I do."

He also talked about cinemas, including filming movies, and so on—in short, a lot of varied things. Patricia listened with some curiosity. "The newspapers say you have gang fights; are you like that too?"

Lans didn't deny it; sooner or later she would know these things. People cannot, and it is impossible to, remain innocent for a lifetime, unless it's an act.

As she gradually matured, she would understand these things. Rather than letting her feel deceived later, even if it were a white lie, it was better to tell her directly.

"Yes, gang fights, gunfights, people getting hurt, and even death."

The girl's arm holding his began to exert force, hugging him very tightly. "Will you get hurt too?"

Lans shook his head slightly. "No."

She didn't believe it. "That's impossible."

"Because the Goddess of Luck is protecting me!" Seeing that Patricia still looked skeptical, Lans cupped her face. "You are my Goddess of Luck; you will protect me from harm..."

After an intimate exchange for a while, the girl covered her burning face, feeling very shy but also very comfortable.

Kissing is a very effective way to relieve anxiety and create happiness.

This is a beautiful era because everything is still so simple and plain.

If nothing went wrong, Patricia might have entered a brand-new life tonight, but the problem was, something did go wrong.

Just as Lans was thinking about where to have dinner tonight, Hiram emerged from the crowd.

Lans waved at him, and Patricia was a bit curious. "Is this someone you know?"

She hadn't seen Hiram before and thought he looked a bit strange; of course, she wouldn't say it out loud.

"This is Hiram, a brother in the family. Although he looks a bit stupid, I swear, he is definitely not a stupid person."

Hiram rolled his eyes and reached out to shake hands with Patricia. "They are all lying; they are jealous of me."

Patricia couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. At least the impression Hiram gave her didn't seem like the gang members people discussed in their talk.

Fierce, evil, violent—instead, he exuded a kind of... rustic simplicity of a country farmer.

However, she seemed to realize that Lans might have something to do tonight, which made her very disappointed.

Coming out this time was actually a preparation for self-surrender; it should have been romantic and tender, and it was like that until this moment.

Lans took her to watch movies, go shopping, and whispered sweet, soft love words like cotton candy, but it only lasted until this moment!

"If you have something to do, I can go back first."

She tried her best not to let a disappointed expression show. Lans smiled. "Sorry, but if things end quickly, I will come find you tonight."

"Remember not to lock the window!"

The girl revealed a surprised smile. "Will you really come?"

"Yes, I promise!"

Patricia blushed, but fortunately, the darkness helped her cover some of it. "Then I'll wait for you..."

This place wasn't far from where she lived, but Lans still drove her back; they had driven, and Hiram and the others had all driven cars.

A few minutes later, Patricia sat on the sofa, disappointed, holding her face and staring blankly.

Emily came to sit beside her, a bit curious. "What's wrong?"

Patricia didn't want to talk, which made Emily even more curious. "Did you two have a fight?"

"No!" she said.

"Then why aren't you happy?"

"Because he had something come up at the last minute and left first. We had agreed to go eat something delicious tonight and then go around to some bars."

Emily became interested. "Tell me next time you go to a bar; I want to go see it too."

"By the way, did you... do that this afternoon?"

"Mom!"

Lans looked back at the closed door of the Lawrence house and drove out of the community.

"We found that bastard."

When mentioning this, Hiram's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Laun was a very good friend of his; they didn't come from the same place, but they met when looking for work at the docks.

There were also Deruixi and a few others; their relationship had always been good, relying on each other.

If someone was bullied, the others would stand up; of course, if someone couldn't find work, the others would buy food and share it together.

Although life was very bitter, it also made them feel a very special atmosphere, just like a family.

Young people are always like this, valuing friendship more than family. Although Laun didn't need to be hospitalized, he had lost his ability to work for a short time.

The flesh pierced by the bullet couldn't be filled back in, and the doctor could only cut off that part with scissors, trying to preserve as much skin as possible.

Then they sewed the skin and flesh together. In short, the whole surgery wasn't simple; the surgery fee alone cost 2,500 dollars, and it took over an hour.

The doctor said Laun would need at least three to six months for his left arm to return to normal function. Before that, it was best not to do any strenuous exercise to prevent the stitched area from splitting.

And even if it healed, because of the missing skin and flesh, he would have a period of discomfort...

In short, this made Hiram hate those people to the core.

For the past two days, they had been searching for that guy, until today, when someone in a blue work uniform discovered his tracks in an underground bar in the port area.

"The Wolf Gang's bar?"

Hiram nodded. "Not sure."

Lans lit a cigarette. "Ask Bill; he'll definitely know about this."

Soon, feedback came from Bill's side: it wasn't the Wolf Gang's bar, but a bar opened by a small gang in the port area called "Venom."

Nobody knew where the alcohol in their bar came from; those who had tasted it said it was good, but the price wasn't cheap. What was strange was that even though the price was high, there was still a fixed group of people consuming it there.

Lans had no friendship with this Venom Gang, but he had no hostility either, so the action tonight would be based on waiting rather than catching people.

At this time, the Venom bar had already opened, and many people were already waiting around the bar for it to open. The Venom Boss was mixing their alcohol—alcohol laced with painkillers.

Ever since the Venom Boss was shot once, he had discovered a dependency on painkillers and had the magical idea of mixing them into alcohol for sale.

As it turned out, he succeeded with this drink; alcohol laced with painkillers could make people get more satisfaction and also make them drink more!

Except for the occasional appearance of irritability, most of the time they were stable.

This kind of alcohol was only available here, and every day a large number of customers waited here to enter. The almost endless money made the small gang, which originally only had seven or eight people, swell to more than thirty people in two months, and it was still continuing to swell.

Just this one bar alone could bring them two or three thousand dollars in profit every day, and they already had the foundation to continue expanding.

There were not only ordinary drunks in this bar, but also people from other gangs. The Venom people knew this, but they weren't afraid.

Because only their Boss knew the formula, and it was said that this formula was very mysterious and had something to do with indigenous witchcraft.

As a large amount of alcohol was mixed with painkillers, watching the painkillers dissolve completely in the alcohol, the leader of the Venom Gang revealed a satisfied smile.

He opened the warehouse door, signaled his men to move the alcohol out, and at the same time, the bar began to operate.

A large number of drunks rushed in impatiently. Even though the alcohol here was ten to twenty percent more expensive than elsewhere, they were still willing to enjoy it here.

Among them was that blue-eyed guy.

For the past few days, they had been fighting the Red Dog Gang, and their nerves had been stretched tight every day. Finally, there was nothing to do tonight, so he could come over and consume some.

He hadn't had a "Venom Bomb" for several days. The Venom Gang had added a prefix to their bomb, calling it a Venom Bomb, to separate it from the alcohol in other bars.

The effect was indeed good, and the drunks' recognition was very high.

The moment a large gulp of alcohol poured into his throat, the blue-eyed guy seemed to relax suddenly.

The inexplicable discomfort and slight stinging in his body seemed to disappear at this moment, and he felt as if he had returned to the womb, soaking in warm amniotic fluid, enjoying warmth and tranquility...

He even had some thoughts in his mind: if all this could last forever, how wonderful it would be!

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