Chapter 93

In the afternoon, there was another shower, probably... crack... snap... swish swish swish swish... tick, it stopped, like this.

Some people say this is the last thunderstorm, but who knows?

In an apartment in the Bay Area, a woman in her twenties stretched and woke up from her nap. She was wearing underwear and pushed open the window.

The boy smoking on the balcony next door saw her inadvertently and didn't even notice the cigarette he had finished smoking, burning his fingers.

This made the woman giggle and throw a wink at the boy, then returned to the room.

As a kept woman, she lived a life that everyone envied.

No need to work, no need to deal with the complex and disgusting workplace relationships, she can sleep whenever she feels sleepy, wake up at any time, and get something to eat whenever she is hungry.

Every month she has hundreds of dollars in living expenses, and she only needs to pay a simple price every once in a while to get all this.

It's just sex, after all. Those feminists have all said that a woman's body is a woman's own wealth, and they have the right to choose who can use it, who cannot, and when and how to use it.

No one can condemn them because they used what belonged to them; that is discrimination against them.

She likes this life. If possible, she hopes that someone will keep her for the rest of her life.

Returning to the room, she took a bath. A nap in the summer would make her sweat. Most federal people like to take a bath in the morning and not at night, which is a very strange phenomenon.

Even those who just came back from the factory, they could fall asleep lying on the bed or curled up on the sofa after eating dinner and being covered in sweat, and then take a bath the next morning.

But this woman is different; she likes to take a bath at any time, as long as she wants, she will do it.

Sometimes she also feels empty. After all, the person who gives her money is a bit narrow-minded, but for the sake of so much money and such a good life, she can tolerate it.

It's just that this time it's a bit strange. That man hasn't been here for a while, and some things he once promised her haven't been done.

Because it has always been the other party contacting her, she couldn't contact that man either, not knowing what happened.

She wouldn't take the initiative to contact the other party. Who the fuck wants to be fucked when they have nothing to do? She isn't addicted to this, and that man's level can only be said to be very average.

While taking a bath, the doorbell suddenly rang. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and shouted twice, "I'm on my way," but the person at the door didn't seem to hear.

From ringing the doorbell to patting the door frame, she was also a little angry.

The rent for this apartment is not cheap, or rather, the apartments in the Bay Area, even the most remote ones, the price will not be very low, because this is the Bay Area, the representative of the rich area.

Since it is a rich area, people's quality is relatively higher.

She didn't let down the safety bolt and opened the door a crack. Several men stood outside the door: "Who are you looking for?"

"I am Kent's brother, my name is Will.", the man standing at the very front looked at her, giving her an inexplicable sense of unease.

Kent is the man who kept her. She knew the other party was just looking for freshness, looking at her appearance and figure, but for the sake of money, she didn't care.

"I haven't seen him for a while.", she said, but didn't intend to let the other party in.

Will looked at her: "Are you sure you want to talk to me at the door about what happened between you and my brother?"

The woman was still very vigilant: "I can't confirm your identity. Maybe you just heard about these things from somewhere. I can't..."

Will took out a photo of him and Kent: "Now?"

The woman hesitated, and Will continued: "He is dead, and I need to know some things."

"Oh my god!", the woman looked shocked: "I can let you in, but your friends...", she looked at the other muscular men who looked like "I'm not easy to mess with."

"They will be outside."

The woman didn't insist anymore, pulled the safety bolt, and Kent walked in.

"The apartment my brother rented.", a declarative sentence, because he found this apartment, only then did he know there was a woman kept by his brother here.

He knew his brother kept a woman before, but didn't know the specific situation until recently.

He sat on the sofa, and the woman felt a little embarrassed. She was only wrapped in a bath towel: "I'll go change my clothes."

Will didn't stop her, and soon she came out in a set of home summer clothes. Honestly, it was a bit revealing, and there were even bumps.

"How did he die?"

"His stomach was burst by something, and he died of excessive blood loss."

"Around the beginning of last month, did he call you and say anything?"

The woman recalled for a while and shook her head: "No impression."

Will frowned: "Listen, I don't want to waste time with you. This relates to whether I can find the murderer. You'd better recall carefully."

Kent's death made the woman a little irritable. This meant she would have to move out of here soon, and there would be no living expenses of hundreds of dollars a month.

She had no advantages other than being beautiful. It was too difficult to find the next man willing to spend so much money on her!

Such a good person, why did he die?

These anxieties and irritability affected her. She was now full of who could become the next sugar daddy, not Kent calling her and what he said.

Will had a violent impulse in his heart. He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the woman's hair, and pressed her head onto the coffee table with force!

With a thud, she let out a scream, and a big bump bulged on her forehead.

Will bent over and looked at her: "Now, tell me, the fuck, did he say anything to you?"

The sudden attack made the woman panic, and she began to feel afraid: "I don't know, I don't know anything!"

"You spend his money, live in the house he rented for you, eat and wear his things, and now that he has an accident, you don't know anything?"

Will hammered the woman's face hard several times, hammering the woman until she began to beg Will to let her go.

These movements also alarmed the neighbors. The young man next door put his ear to the wall and listened for a while, hearing the woman's screams.

He remembered the woman's amorous appearance just now, and for a while, his blood courage began to churn. He took the baseball bat of the neighboring city's baseball team, the Hornets, and pushed open the door, then saw three strong men standing in the corridor.

All three looked towards him, one of them lifted his shirt hem and pinched his waist, revealing his holster just right.

The boy's blood suddenly cooled down. He looked at the baseball bat in his hand, threw it back behind the door: "I just...", he pointed to the door, then pointed to the elevator, ran back to pick up the baseball bat, "want to go out to play baseball."

"Get back, close the door, take the dirty magazine to the toilet and give yourself a hand job, don't call the police, don't tell anyone, forget everything that happened today. I have already remembered your face, don't look for trouble for yourself."

"Also, before it's hit out, you are not allowed to leave your house."

The boy squeezed out a little smile, then returned to his room and locked the door.

He honestly picked up a magazine and went to the toilet, but no matter what, he had no feeling at all.

On the other side, the woman whose face had been beaten swollen suddenly thought of something, and she waved her arms: "Don't hit me, I thought of it, I thought of it!"

Will stopped the violence, sat back on the sofa, and lit a cigarette: "You'd better have really thought of it."

The woman said with a look of fear: "When Kent called me for the last time, he told me he met a fool and blackmailed the other party for fifteen hundred dollars. He was going to take me out shopping..."

Will let out a heavy breath and buttoned the shirt cuffs he had just unbuttoned: "Do you know who he blackmailed?"

"I... I don't know."

Will shrugged his shoulders, letting the clothes that were a bit twisted due to vigorous exercise return to their original position: "Tell me the time."

The woman said a time, and he remembered it.

Two minutes later, the boy who was still working hard in the toilet suddenly heard screams coming from outside the balcony. He put down the magazine, pulled up his pants, and ran out. A large crowd had already gathered downstairs, and the charming lady next door was lying on the ground.

Will sat in the car, watching the blood gradually spread from under her, and then let the driver drive.

Since it was his brother's favorite toy, then send her to hell to accompany Kent, at least don't let him be too lonely.

The woman's death soon attracted the attention of the police. The police knocked on the boy's door, and the boy curled up in the corner, not daring to move.

In the end, they could only confirm that there was no one in this household now.

The next day, the rumor that a woman with depression jumped off a building in the Bay Area spread in society. This kind of bizarre news can indeed attract people's attention and spread.

Almost everyone doesn't care what the truth is; they only care about whether they participated in this social event and what role they played.

Regardless of whether this role is glorious.

Will, who returned to the Imperial District and was collecting information, knew that he was one step closer to the truth.

In those days, Kent was still running a casino. This bastard had one good point, which was that he was willing to listen to him.

Will told him that as long as his casino was still open, don't go anywhere. If he wanted to go out, he should fucking close the casino first.

And when going out, don't cause trouble. Will knew very well how many ruthless characters there were in this city. Kent was not the kind of person who could deal with them.

If he could blackmail others, it must be in his casino.

As long as he knew what happened in the casino, he could find the person who killed Kent. He believed that this day was not too far away!

On the other side, Lanse wore new clothes and came to Alberto's office. Alberto made an appointment to meet him.

Although Lanse didn't know what he was going to say, he already had a rough guess—those wines!

The price of these gold-label Napo whiskeys has soared. According to the current market, they add up to fifty thousand.

This is an amazing wealth, and if it's left for a while, the price might be even higher!

And the facts are indeed so...