The sunlight fell on the sea, beautifully, and the deck felt the sea breeze, bringing the moisture of the ocean to the hot weather.
There was a faint fishy sll in the air.
"Kenny Clark?" The man from the cockpit walked down.
He held up a glass of champagne, sitting on the sofa at the back of the boat.
He looked at quietly.
"It’s ."
"Where are my n?"
"Dead."
"Do you know what awaits you?" The man placed the cigar on the coffee table in front. He blew smoke in my direction.
"In this world, there’s no business that can’t be negotiated."
"Haha." The man with the cowboy hat clapped his hands. "I like you."
"What do you want?"
The man took a sip of champagne, "Those two won are my boss’s property."
Damn it, this guy isn’t the boss, just a leader.
I stared at his face, waiting for him to speak.
"You want to return them?"
"Of course. Because they are not yours, nor are they Howard’s."
"What if I want to buy them?"
"Haha!" The man with the cowboy hat licked his lips, "Seems you have good taste. My na is Carlos, Carlos Masare Rodriguez.
We spent thirty thousand US Dollars on those two girls."
"I can offer you fifty thousand."
"I appreciate your honesty."
"Deal?" I observed his expression, standing in front of him, without any action.
"No No No, you got it wrong." Carlos laughed.
"WHAT?"
"We spent thirty thousand on those two girls, but in Europe and the Middle East, they can be sold for a hundred thousand, each. Many tycoons fancy young and beautiful sex slaves."
"You want two hundred thousand?"
"That’s the market price. However, girls like them are rare, one is a model, the other is a beauty queen, and they are very young and beautiful. If auctioned on the dark web, they could fetch twenty or even thirty thousand US Dollars each. So, you need to pay five hundred thousand US Dollars.
You killed my two n, I don’t need you to compensate, but, you need to sell our high-purity cocaine at the Pink Club in the future. Work for us.
I will forgive you. Also, I will pay you a salary."
"Five hundred thousand US Dollars and work for you?"
High-purity cocaine? Damn it, these Colombians are related to Howard, Howard’s death is linked to the mad dog Claude’s case.
So the hidden hand causing the conflict between Haitians and Cubans is Colombians, or those associated with them.
Once again, I’ve rolled into this invisible abyss.
"Yes." Carlos gleefully looked at , "Five hundred thousand US Dollars, I can accept your installnt paynt, you must know, this is my rcy to you, don’t waste my grace. You wouldn’t want to see angry."
"What if I refuse?"
"Refuse? Hahaha!" Carlos put down his wine glass, used the fork on the plate on the coffee table to pick up a piece of lon and put it into his mouth, then placed the fork back on the table.
"Listen, kid, I will reclaim the assets, break you, idiot, to feed the fish. To make up for our loss, I will grab your sister and younger sister, I heard they are quite beautiful, I will enjoy them and then sell them to the Middle East to beco toys for the wealthy.
Once they are ruined, I will buy them back at a low price and sell their organs.
The loss we suffer will be doubled and taken from your family.
Of course, to teach you a lesson, I will screw your family in front of you.
Do you want this result?"
I took a deep breath, relaxed my fists, and scanned the surroundings.
Four bodyguards stood at my sides and behind .
"I don’t."
"Wise choice." Carlos happily picked up the champagne, gesturing towards .
"However, I also have a suggestion for you."
Hearing my words, Carlos raised an eyebrow, smiling.
"Interesting, go ahead." Carlos looked at , found it very interesting, I stood in front of him calmly, eyes fixed on him.
"I’ll give you a minute to co up with another way to threaten . You only have one minute!"
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