Chapter 46： Heh, man (Please recommend! Please collect!)

  Chapter 46 Oh, man (please recommend! Please collect!)

   "What? Are you crazy?"

  Hearing Roan's words, the smile on Lacey's face suddenly froze, and then she shouted angrily:

   "Of course we also know that the deaths of Lydia's previous husbands are not normal, but we can't find evidence, Roan! Do you think you can find out the truth behind this incident by yourself?"

"why not?"

  Roan put on his seat belt with a smile, and said with a smile:

   "Trust me, Lacey, I have an advantage over the FBI agents who have investigated the case before."

   Lacey was taken aback: "What advantage?"

  Roan grinned, showing his white teeth:

   "I can experience the feelings of Lydia's previous husbands, which allows me to find clues that previous agents could not."

   ".FU-KYOU! Roan, you are an asshole!"

  Hearing this, Lacey scolded Roan with black lines all over her head, but she didn't care about this dirty joke at all, and then asked with a serious face:

   "Are you sure, Roan, you really want to investigate this case?"

"certainly."

  Roan nodded, indicating that Lacey can drive now, or she can drive herself.

   Resolutely rejected Roan's idea of ​​driving his own car, Lacey stepped on the accelerator, the car walked into the road, and at the same time said irritably:

"Now that you have decided, I will not persuade you anymore. But when you are with Lydia, never turn off your phone. I will call you every once in a while. If I don't answer for more than a minute, I will I will take someone to rescue you immediately, OK?"

"What?"

  Roan looked shocked: "Is there any need to exaggerate?"

   "FU-K, this is for your own good! I'm afraid you'll die on Lydia's bed!"

   Lacey scratched her hair with regret on her face:

   "Last night, I should have watched you, or given you a girl, so as not to let you hook up with Lydia."

   "Thank you for your concern, Lacey, but you have to trust me."

  Roan glanced at the system page, and solemnly said to Lacey:

   "I'm not the kind of man whose brain is dominated by the people below. I will always stay awake at critical moments."

  Hearing this, Lacey tilted her head and glanced down at Roan, and then at Roan's ordinary handsome face, turned her head and continued driving while curling her lips in disdain:

   "Oh, man."

  Roan: "."

  Five minutes later, across from the gate of the "Queen of Fire" bar in Manhattan, Lacey's car slowly stopped.

   "OK, we have arrived at Lydia's magic pit."

   After parking the car, Lacey tilted her head and glanced at the shining lights. She had already started to enter the bar one after another, and said to Roan with a displeased face:

   "I'll cancel the date tonight, wait for you outside, and call you every once in a while."

"Forehead."

  Roan, who had unbuckled his seat belt, was speechless when he heard this, and said:

   "It's really not possible, Lacey, trust me, I will never do something I am not sure about."

   Lacey ignored Roan's words, bowed her head and took out her phone, not knowing who she was sending a message to.

"All right."

  Shrugged, Roan opened the door and got out of the car. Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn his head and say:

   "I'll have someone bring you dinner later."

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

   "Sure enough, no matter how good Roan is, he is still a man."

  After making an appointment with the person opposite on the phone to play again tomorrow, Lacey unfastened her seat belt and changed into a more comfortable position. Looking at Roan's back, she snorted coldly:

   "Still an arrogant man."

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  The 'Flame Queen' bar is very large. In addition to the dance floor, bar counter, and singer's performance area on the first floor, there are also the second, third, and fourth floors.

  The fourth floor includes the office of the bar owner, who claims to be the bar manager, Lydia.

   and several private rooms with strong privacy.

  Downstairs, the lights are shining, the head is bouncing and bouncing, and the money is glamorous.

  Upstairs, there are lots of smiles, cups of wine, and business.

  Walk into the bar, follow the lead of a waitress and take the elevator to the fourth floor. After walking to the door of the innermost private room, the waiter turns and leaves.

  Luo An frowned, and pushed open the door of the private room. The imaginary wine table, fruit, and a bunch of pious people drinking did not appear. Instead, what he saw was a huge room that was opened up, which was very spacious.

  In the four corners of the room, there are sandbags and pear balls, and there are a bunch of boxing gloves and dumbbells hanging on the wall. There are also treadmills and various fitness equipment, which are very complete.

  In the center of the room, there is a big red sofa and a simple four-corner ring. At this time, there was a woman holding a pet dog sitting on the sofa, and two women were boxing in the ring.

Luo An recognized the 1.75-meter-tall man in the ring at a glance, 86-61-90, wearing protective gear, wearing double ponytails, wearing a black tube top, with mountains and peaks, black sports shorts underneath, and slender legs , a strong womanhood.

  The bar owner, Lydia Ruth.

   bang bang bang—

  Hearing the sound of the door being opened, the two women fighting on the ring stopped slowly.

  Lydia took off her protective gear and walked out of the ring. After drinking her saliva, she showed a smile, stepped forward and gave Roan a big hug:

   "Good evening honey, you're so early."

   "I received your call, so I will come right after get off work."

   Roan hooked his mouth, tilted his head and stamped on Lydia's mouth, then walked towards the ring in the middle of the room with his arms around her, and asked with a smile:

   "Why, did you call me here because you wanted to beat me up and avenge me for leaving this afternoon without waking you up?"

"of course not!"

  Lydia waved her hand, signaled the coach to leave the room, and whispered in Roan's ear:

   "I know you have to go to work today, you worked so hard last night, you worked hard."

  Hearing this, Roan's eyelids twitched. Before he could continue speaking, Lydia took him to sit on the sofa, and introduced Roan with her palms up:

   "This is Ms. Yolande, I think you should know her."

   "Of course I know."

  Roan nodded, showing a standard smile with eight teeth on his face, and reached out to shake hands with Ms. Uland, who never forgets to bring her pet dog with her wherever she goes:

   "Hello, Ms. Yolande, nice to see you here."

  This Ms. Yolande was the wife of Congressman Yale who had played games with the clinic doctor in the ward for 40 minutes in the clinic in Skarsdale before coming out to find that the car was lost.

  But why did the wife of a congressman come to a place like the 'Flame Queen' bar?

   "Hello, Agent Roan."

  Ms. Yolande reached out her hand and shook hands with Roan. Without any nonsense, she took out an envelope from the bag beside her and said:

   "Thank you for rescuing my daughter who skipped class from gangsters on the road outside the small town of Skarsdale. Here are some thank you money, I hope you can accept it."

Roan raised his brows. It turned out that the girl in a sling who was bruised on her back in the shootout with the murderer before, was stuffed into the trunk by the murderer, and was finally hanged by her own hemostatic potion, was the daughter of Ms. Yolande. .

   Before Roan reached out to take the envelope, Ms. Yolande took out another check from her pocket and pressed it on the envelope. At the same time, she stared at Roan and said seriously:

   "This check is for $100,000. I hope you will completely forget what happened in Skarsdale from today on, okay?"

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