The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family

When Xavion's convoy drove into Brooklyn, it really attracted the attention of many street youths.

In Brooklyn, only gang bosses could afford Rolls-Royces, but those local gang members have already long memorized those bosses' Rolls-Royces' license plates. Therefore, they could tell at a glance that those cars were all foreign. Some of these gang members could not help but have bad thoughts when they saw the convoy.

However, after seeing that the other party had six cars, their rationality made them understand that they could only watch.

At this time, Xavion, who was in the car, suddenly received a text message.

This time, the other party had changed the cell phone number and sent the message:" Go to the North Brooklyn Wharton Motel."

A motel was the lowest end express hotel in the United States.

It had the worst rooms and locations, with the laxest management and worst security.

One did not need any identification documents to register at a motel. One could simply park their car by the entrance, walk in, and hand cash over to the boss to get a room key, with no need to show any identification throughout the entire stay.

The boss also had the mentality that more was better than less. He simply wanted to collect money and could not be bothered to ask about the identity of the guests-in fact, he did not even want to look at the guests more, so as to avoid any trouble. So, such places had a mixture of fugitives, prostitutes, and drug addicts.

Xavion did not expect that the other party would set the location at such a place.

First, he sent the other party's cell phone number to the intelligence team, hoping that they would be able to locate the other party's location.

However, the intelligence team came back with the news that the other party had turned off their cell phone again.

Since this was a new cell phone number, there was no way for them to make any preparations in advance and so, the positioning had failed again.

The failure to locate the other party's location meant that Xavion could only follow the other party's request and go to this motel.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Although Xavion was reluctant to do so, he could only bite the bullet and go ahead to do it.

The motel was located on the edge of North Brooklyn.

As soon as the convoy arrived at the entrance of the motel, they could see at least seven or eight scantily. clad women standing at the door. These women would wave

whenever they saw a man driving, and the male driver would

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immediately stop beside her and roll down the window to 'exchange' a

few words with her.

The content of this 'exchange' was to provide the information about the kind of service they provided and how much payment was needed.

If a deal was reached, the woman would get into the man's passenger seat, or go to the motel room with the man for the completion of this dirty deal.

Xavion frowned with disgust when he looked at the surroundings.

At this time, several street girls had also discovered their convoy. Some of them were still more or less self-aware and they knew that it was impossible for a prostitute like themselves, who got paid tens of dollars at a time, to win the favor of the owner of the Rolls-Royce. However, there were also some women too high on drugs who went up to the Rolls-Royce confidently and knocked on the window while constantly scratching their heads.

However, no matter how they knocked, the driver of the first few Rolls-Royces did not open the window.

So, those few people continue knocking on the windows towards the back, all the way to the car that Xavion was in.

Xavion was deeply shocked when he saw these skinny women with rotten teeth and even severe tooth loss at a young age through the window and he cursed in the car, "What the hell is this?! F*ck! Get them out of here and keep them away from my car!"

The bodyguard in the passenger seat turned around and explained, "Master, these women are like that. We don't need to care about them and they will leave on their own if you do not open the window after they knock."

After saying that, he added, "Do you

see a lot of discarded disposable syringes on the ground? They have been used by these women. These women are all drug addicts and they earn some money to eat and buy contraband every day on the street. Many of them have AIDS and we shouldn't roll down the windows to be safe."

"F*ck!" Xavion felt revolted for a while and he cursed angrily, "It's really f*cking disgusting!"

Fortunately, when those women saw that no one was opening the window, all of them went back to the roadside to continue looking for other targets.

At this time, Xavion's cell phone rang again.

He hurriedly looked down to see,

only to realize that a strange new number had sent a text message and the text message was: " See the blonde woman who has lost two incisors at the side of the road? Get out of the car, walk up to her and stuff a thousand dollars into her collar. She will give you something after. Don't play any tricks, my men are watching you.

Otherwise, you can wait to collect your son's corpse!"