Luo Ang rubbed his cousin's long hair and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm right here. You'd better wash up quickly and get ready to eat. If you are later, you will be late for school..."

He comforted his surprised little cousin and watched her finish her meal obediently.

Roang saw Aunt Denise coming downstairs, looked at the time on the wall clock, put on his coat, and said as he went out: "Hey, good morning, Aunt Denise, look at Anna, I

Go to school first."

"Yeah, go for it!"

She waved her hand casually, watched Luo Ang go away, shook her head and sighed.

"This kid has been busy going to school right after he was discharged from the hospital. It seems he really plans to get into the University of Chicago..."

Breathing the morning air, Luo Ang rode his bicycle, feeling that the fatigue accumulated during his hospitalization had been wiped away.

When I thought that I was about to get the first pot of gold, I couldn't help but stand up, spread my hands and shouted loudly: "Yo~hu~!!!"

"Hey Leon, what are you so happy about?"

Among the pedestrians passing by, someone recognized Luo Ang and shouted loudly behind him.

"I'm going to school, so I'm happy!"

Of course Luo Ang would not be stupid enough to tell the truth, this is the South District.

It is a normal phenomenon to feel jealous when seeing money. It is a normal phenomenon to suddenly get rich and be noticed by others, or to be rushed into your home by gangsters at night. This is a regular program in the Southern District.

"Shet, this lunatic is so high just because he goes to school!"

The person asking behind him rolled his eyes and couldn't help cursing when he heard the lie that Luo Ang made up casually.

"I like it! Who care?!"

Giving him an internationally accepted gesture, Luo Ang knew that he was a little too excited, so he grabbed the handle of the bicycle and accelerated towards the school.

"Hey! Old Jones!"

Nearly twenty minutes later, Luo Ang said hello to the guard uncle as usual, parked his bicycle, and nodded to the acquaintances he was passing by, while others fist-pumped his chest.

After finally entering the classroom, he squeezed into his seat under the greetings of a group of classmates, and whispered to Hicks behind him: "The news is okay!"

"Yes!"

Hicks, who had been waiting anxiously from last night until now, could not help but pump his fist and growl.

"Hey, calm down, OK!"

Luo Ang quickly persuaded him, but he was still at school, and then continued in a low voice: "I have to go out for the twelve o'clock class later to get the money back, and you can help me find someone to cover it for a while...

..."

"No problem, there is a chemistry class at twelve o'clock, and the teacher is Walter. He usually doesn't want to call his name, so I can just find someone!"

Seeing that he would get the money immediately, Hicks quickly patted his chest and promised.

"Um......"

Roang also remembered that the chemistry teacher Walter was in charge of that class. He usually seemed quite gentle. As long as the number of people in the class was about the same, he probably wouldn't worry too much about it.

In public high schools, teachers are doing their best to allow students to sit in class, and teachers are not required to know everyone.

It was also because Roang knew this that he asked Hicks to find someone to replace him, and planned to go to Morley's Bar to meet Erwin later.

"cough......"

As the teacher came in and coughed slightly, the originally noisy class finally became much quieter.

Luo Ang looked at the teacher on the podium, but he was thinking about how much the old man Erwin would give him as an informant.

...

Three hours later, as the math teacher walked out of the classroom, Luo Ang, who had been impatient for a long time, whispered to Hicks: "Let's go, please watch for me!"

Then he quickly left the classroom, turned left and right in the teaching building, and soon came to a fence. Luo Ang looked around and saw that there was no one around him. He threw his backpack over first, then took two steps back and started to speed up, with his hands on the ground.

He leaned on the railing and quickly climbed over.

"boom"

With his feet on the ground and casually patting the dust on his trouser legs, Luo Ang quickly left this place that was well known to many people.

As he walked on the street, he first put the baseball cap in his bag on his head, and then arranged his clothes to make himself look more like a street member. He kept walking on the road, and finally arrived at the appointed place after half an hour.

In front of Lee Bar.

Looking at the bar, which was still bustling with people even though it was daytime, he licked his lips with envy.

This bar, built not far from the Chicago Police Department, and the shops on this entire street are a complete cornucopia.

Not to mention the distance, based on the current flow of people, Luo Ang calculated that this Molly's Bar alone could earn at least 150,000 US dollars in revenue every month.

In addition, the customers who come and go are all rich young people or employees with high salaries, which brings countless vitality to the whole street.

Such a place, in the eyes of the entire Chicago street power, is a sparkling treasure, and they have long been salivating!

The more this kind of place is, the more frequent the secret fights are. Since the establishment of this Molly's Bar, it has had a total of eighteen owners in just twenty years. On average, each person can only control one person at most.

More than years.

Since Roang has been growing up, he has heard of the local South District boss, Green Cobra boss Frank Fitori, who controlled this place for a record-breaking five years from 1975 to 1980.

Since the 1980s, including the Asian forces in Chinatown, Ersanhui, and the traditional white man forces, Elieto of the Cermak Gang...

Even the leader of the white supremacist Yankee gang and the Chicago Police Department could only arrest and release him because of "no witnesses". Ben Berneke, the leader of Chicago GD, who went back and forth more than ten times, all had ideas about it.

Not to mention, the Croatian Viper Gang, which is mainly composed of immigrants, the Latin Monarch Gang, which is South American, the Eston Street, which is mainly Russian, etc...

Among all the underground street forces in Chicago, everyone who thought they were powerful enough wanted to get involved here.

pity......

Luo Ang's eyes swept over the four people at the door, tall and strong men.

Since this gorgeously decorated bar was insured by an unknown security company ten years ago, no one has dared to take advantage of it.

Because, that security company is called Orly Security!

The employees at Ollie's Company are either current members of the Chicago Police Department or have retired from the police department.

The founder of this company is called Ram Oley, who is the father of the current Superintendent of the Chicago Police Department, Tim Oley, and the previous Commissioner of the Chicago Police Department!

In addition, this security company has always been loyal to hiring retired detectives, and likes to pay current detectives high part-time fees. In the ten years since its establishment, it has become the largest security company in Chicago!

Luo Ang thought that only this kind of company could guarantee the prosperity of Moli Bar Street under the scrutiny of all forces.

"Hey, what about you?"

"The boy standing on the roadside!"

"Lift your head up!"
Chapter completed!