Chicago 1990

Half an hour later, Hayden drove the Volvo 960 and parked at the door. Fergie showed a face in front of the reporter, then got in the car and went straight to the French restaurant he visited last time.

The old Mike is also professional in getting rid of reporters. He took most of the paparazzi riding motorcycles away. After putting a few more smoke bombs, he let Mavota drive over and load him, Song Ya and Ai. Er left quietly.

"Okay, sit up, no one should be following." After going around in Chicago for a few more circles, old Mike spoke and made Song Ya who was half lying in the back seat stand up.

"Huh, it's tiring."

Song Ya has risen again. He can barely be considered a strong man now. Although he is not comparable to Mavota and Tony's body, his body is more symmetrical. After dancing and exercises, his abdominal muscles have gradually developed. .

"I put a bullet-proof vest on the back seat, should I find a place to change it?" Old Mike asked.

"Forget it, that's too obvious." It's August, and thin clothes can't hide the body armor. "Hey, Marvota, if you don't want to follow, I can put you down nearby."

"No, it's okay, you're the boss, and it's good to me," Mavota said while driving.

"OK." Song Ya relaxed, "I won't be polite to you at this time, things are a bit tricky, and I am short of people."

Mavota nodded, focusing on driving.

When the car stopped downstairs to Old Qiao Music, a few gangsters wearing Hell’s short-tailed cat’s flower turban stood there, "Hey, aps." They recognized Song Ya, and no longer did a body search without saying anything. "Is it convenient?" a little boss stepped forward and motioned.

"Yes, search in the corridor, there are too many people outside." Song Ya took the three of them into the door, "Hey, Carl." He greeted Carl, "How are you doing?"

When he was talking, the turbans searched carefully and found two pistols and a long and one short knife from Old Mike, "Old white man, your fellow is not bad."

The little boss knows the goods, he said, playing with the pistol.

Old Mike ignored him, "My bodyguard." Song Ya explained, and the other side let him go, and the four went upstairs.

Nothing has changed here for Old Joe, and I don't know how he recorded the albums of those four aunts, and the tuner Eric is not there. He's all hell bobcats all the way.

"Hey, aps is really his own! Cool!" A teenage black teenager saw Song Ya blurt out and was quickly stopped by the old gang next to him, but Song Ya still reached out affectionately with that person The boy touched his fist and wore a flower headband at such a young age. He should be a ruthless character like the dead'et' before. At this age, there is no other way to go to the top except for picking up a gun to fight for the gang.

"Aps..." The few at the door of Old Qiao's office were not very enthusiastic without wearing a flower headscarf. Song Ya knew that they were the newly recruited attendants of Lori. Tony was in jail for the'silencer' during probation, and he had to add new blood.

"Wait." Old Mike was blocked by them.

"My bodyguard, my own person." Song Ya pushed their hands away and brought old Mike, Mavota, and Al inside.

Big Kenneth was dangling a cigar, his elbows on the boss’s desk, his eyes squinted. Old Joe sat on the opposite side of him, Pablo sat on the other side, and Lori and Tony and ak sat on the back sofa. , Old Morgan sat near the door, there was no other place to sit.

No one greeted him, Pablo and Lori's eyes were almost murderous, Song Ya ignored them, and the three of them stood leaning against the wall temporarily.

"Ali..." Tony whispered from across the sofa.

"Hey, Tony." Song Ya guessed that he should not be able to figure out the real situation, but with his cleverness, he might have felt something. He, who has always been active, is now a little awkward, his face collapsed, and full of thoughts.

"Ok, everyone is here, my big stars." Mr. Kenneth said, "Say what you want to say, Pablo, you start first. I'm very busy. There is no shortage of people in the venue. "

"I'll be straight, aps, old Morgan, you broke the rules, I applied for arbitration out of politeness and morality, otherwise I can deal with you directly!"

The villain Pablo first filed a complaint, "Old Morgan, how much did you charge him!" He tapped his index finger to Song Ya.

"I took your mother's money, Pablo, I knew your mother before, really, I actually took her money, you bastard!"

Old Morgan was very tough this time, and I don’t know if Song Ya’s big battle came in with him. "I think you made you my agent for your dead mother. How did you treat me? Kick me away, I'm so fucking tired of it, I have to plan carefully even buying a bottle of wine in Nancheng, looking at you...Huh? Flying around the world with a lot of fun outside, how much did you get? You and Little Lori, There are also aps, how many millions? Tens of millions? I don’t have any points. It's because of your mother's face that you..."

"Fxxk!" Pablo got up and rushed to the old Morgan, "You try to mention her again!?"

Al rushed out again like last time and stood in front of Pablo, "How? Boss, how many people like me and Old Morgan have you abandoned for Little Lori, don't you know?"

Little Lori and Ak also rushed over, but Tony hesitated a bit and followed.

Here Mavota and Old Mike are on top.

Several people were pushing, "Hey, calm down!" Old Qiao hurriedly maintained order, "Don't blame me if you dare to come here and wait!"

Pablo pointed to Old Morgan, "Don't forget that I asked you to record, don't forget." He and Lori went back and sat down.

"I can eat by my skills, without my saxophone..." After the disturbance just now, the old Morgan's momentum was a little withered.

"You have a fart skill, you old drunkard!" Little Lori cursed.

"Look, all ride on my head, all look down on my old bone..." Old Morgan complained to Kenneth, "You have to control the young people now."

"You're bad rules, old Morgan." The boss is sober. "You told me about the lyrics. We make noise at home, but we must never talk outside."

"I said, what did I say? Did I do it? I can't stand this anger, I am jealous, what do I fear for an old man, you millions, tens of millions..." He started nagging.

"Morgan, shut up!" Old Joe scolded.

He finally closed his mouth.

"Aps, is that you?" Mr. Kenneth looked at Song Ya, "Pablo said you ordered it."

"Forget it." Song Ya shrugged. Old Morgan can't handle this kind of thing, and this old man is not very courageous. Maybe he will sell himself backhand in the future. It's better to admit it openly now.

"Ou -fxxk!" Little Lori jumped three feet high, "I'll give you a chance! I fucking gave you a chance for Tony's sake! You actually played this game with me behind your back!?"

Song Ya fxxk went back, "Yeah, yeah, you guys got me behind, Pablo did it first, what's the matter? A white girl came to the reporter to accuse me and wanted to ruin me! When I didn't know anything? "

"You fucking have no evidence..."

"Evidence is easy to find. I told Lao Qiao, can you do things very cleanly in such a short time!? Huh?" Song Ya would never persuade him at this time, "I want to be the king of rap in Chicago. Go out! Go out and shout to the media, calling you the king of rap in Chicago, and see if anyone recognizes you, you trash, where are you now without my second-hand store? Valet?"

"Ali..." Tony looked at Song Ya and didn't seem to know the person in front of him.

"His wings are hard, can't you tell? Tony, his wings are hard. He doesn't want to bird us anymore. I shouldn't have given this kid a chance on your idiot's face!" Little Lori was angry. The upper veins are rising.

Song Ya became angry when he heard this, "Don't talk to my brother like that! Don't call him a fool! You are a bastard! He did it for you, did you forget? I paid a lot of money to not let him replace You are in jail! There is also a'silencer', and you are still in jail. You are a waste of no matter if you don't cause trouble for a day! Who is next? Who is next in jail? Didn't you draw lots? Is it you? ak? When will you go in, next month?"

"Little Lori is not aps like that, he is very good to brothers." Ak explained with a wry smile.

"Yeah! Don't act like brotherhood with me! You don't even let Tony in the house!" Little Lori pointed to Tony: "He, I pay for all the money for drinking and playing with women, running nightclubs and strip dancing bars,' Silencer' too! So is ak! Who the hell is brother? You? You mean, Hei Ge... Ge... Grande!"