"Uh... he'll pay too."
"No, no, no, it's not about the money. I only play poker with one person at a ti, I can't deal with two. I'm getting out."
The black man reached out to grab the white woman, but she dodged him.
Taking advantage of the mont, he grabbed her backpack, "Hey, don't go yet. I said I'd pay you double."
"I told you no, let go of , you freak." The white woman forcefully retrieved her backpack and hurriedly opened the car door, running towards the distant street.
As she ran, she looked back as if afraid the two n would follow her, "What kind of world is this, with so many perverts..."
The woman ran to a dim corner of the street, took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, and lit one up.
"What are you doing, Yuliy?" A man with a Furry Bear Gang accent ca over.
"Andre, you scared to death."
"Why aren't you working on the street? Instead, hiding here smoking?" Andre asked sowhat displeased.
"I just t two perverts."
"What perverts? What did they do?"
"At first, it was just one guy talking to . After I got in the car, I saw there were two, and they wanted to play poker together. I refused.
That rude black guy even grabbed and wouldn't let leave.
It freaked out."
"They both wanted to play poker but were only willing to pay for one?"
"Double the money."
"Then why didn't you agree?"
"Andre, it's not about the money. I... just can't do it, it's really not okay."
"Yuliy, it's not your first day out here working. You should be more mature. Earning double the money in the sa amount of ti isn't a bad thing."
"Oh my god...
Andre, can't you consider my feelings for a mont? I'm not an animal; I'm a human being, a living person.
You can't treat like this, you just can't... Wuuu" Yuliy started crying.
"Shut up, no more crying. If you've missed out, then forget it.
Touch up your makeup and go stand at the street corner imdiately. If you don't make enough money today, you know the consequences."
"Wuuu..." Just then, a grey BMW drove up.
Yuliy's eyes widened as she pointed at the grey BMW, "That's the car, the freaky black man was driving it."
"Hey, stay cool, let talk to them," Andre waved his hand.
Two n, one black and one white, got out of the grey BMW.
The black man said with a smile, "Hey, Yuliy, we et again."
"How do you know my na?" Yuliy was surprised; she never told her clients her real na.
"I also know you're all from the Furry Bear Gang," the black man flashed his badge, "LAPD, you're under arrest."
Behind them, Jackson already had his gun out, pointing it at Andre and Yuliy, "Don't move, hands on your head, kneel on the ground."
Andre complained in a low voice, "You bitch, you actually led the cops here."
"I didn't know." Yuliy was sowhat helpless.
"Sir, this has nothing to do with , I don't know her," Andre squatted on the ground, not daring to resist, but also unwilling to get caught.
"Then why are you two together?"
"She ca over to talk on her own, saying she didn't bring a lighter and borrowed one from ."
Jackson countered, "Just like that?"
"Yes, if you don't believe , you can ask her."
Yuliy glanced at Andre and nodded, "Yes, I don't know him. I approached him to borrow a light."
"Really? I thought you were together." Jackson cuffed Yuliy and then took another pair of handcuffs for Andre.
"Sir, you got the wrong person, I really don't know her," Andre argued.
"Do you think I'd believe that? According to our investigation, not only do you two know each other, but you're also her line manager, the organizer of the silver-selling ring."
Andre raised his voice in protest, "No, no, no, you're framing . What evidence do you have?"
"You want evidence?"
"Right, Los Angeles is a place of law, even the LAPD can't just arrest people at will."
Jackson chuckled, reached into Yuliy's bag, and pulled out a tiny bug, "Sorry, but this little thing accidentally fell into it when you were in my car.
Your conversation has been recorded.
Would you like to play it back for you, Andre?"
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