At the entrance of the Kabbalach Cafe, Ted, in a suit, stood there while reaching out to hold the handrail of a door, turned slowly, and then walked towards the street with steady steps, waiting patiently on the sidewalk until the green light came on, and the man who had been staring at the police passed and walked along the zebra crossing.●⌒,.

When, when.

After crossing the road, Ted reached out and tapped the window of a car parked by the roadside, and then stood politely next to the car, looking at the guy in the car without any rush, and slowly rolled down the window.

"Is there anything wrong?"

The speaker was John John Johnny, who had been following Ted for three days. Julian's order was to prevent Ted from disappearing from the police's sight until the human tectologists found the secret of spontaneous combustion.

"Next, I'm going to the cafe opposite and sit in the second window without moving. I won't contact anyone except the waiter... There seems to be no other customers in their store, so you can relax a little."

"See you later."

It was like a chat between friends, and Ted politely told Detective John John Johnny that all the next routes he had followed were not even concealed.

John Johnny kept watching Ted cross the road with a mentally ill look and opened the door of the Cabbage Cafe. He witnessed him sitting next to the second window in the cafe. Suddenly a chill came to his body, and his mind was full of Ted's politeness.

"This is a damn mission!" John complained.

In the cafe, Leo is still working as his barista at the bar, and he is a little decadent, as if he is about to lose his job.

Yes, after Arieg was arrested, all his illegal property could be seized. Although the cafe has been operating legally and constantly losing money, the court found guilty of Arrieg and confirmed that all assets under Arieg were illegal income, the cafe would be auctioned immediately.

"Sir, do you believe it? I can use my mind to make your coffee move." Ted said to Leo with a half-joking attitude.

Leo had no intention of paying attention to customers. Anyway, it was impossible for anyone in the wandering area to afford the Blue Mountain coffee priced at $125 a cup: "Bored."

"I'm bored, too." Ted continued after Leo said the sentence a little bored, "Then why don't you give me a cup of coffee?"

Leo was slightly stunned. This was a joke that made people feel sudden and not angered. The temperature was extremely accurate.

"Sir, I need to tell you that the minimum price of coffee sold in this store is $125, because all the coffee powder comes from Jamaica, so..." Leo didn't finish it. However, the meaning in his words was particularly obvious, which means 'If you are not rich in your pocket, don't be arrogant here'.

"I hate quadruple algorithms, but I like Jamaican coffee."

Thoughtfully, Leo made a cup of coffee with skillful techniques, then put the coffee cup into the tray and delivered the brown coffee cup to Ted.

"Can you bring a sentence to the Armenians?" After this sentence was said, Leo was immediately in a state of full alert. In his experience of wandering in the gang, hearing such words was nothing more than two consequences. First, the other party really wanted you to bring a sentence; second, if you are dead, your body is the tool for conveying information.

Come and make trouble?

Leo began to feel that Ted seemed to be here to make trouble. After Arig was arrested, these streets were always being remembered by people from all sides. A large number of people in the wandering area - drug abuse - were the source of tourists that the gangsters dreamed of. However, this guy didn't look like a gangster in other neighborhoods, and he didn't have the rules of sending a gentleman to fight the front station first, and he didn't look like a Latino. He shouldn't belong to the El Salvadorian... but a bit like a European...

He was a little dizzy, and information kept popping up in his mind, unable to grasp any useful ones at all.

Ted continued: "Tell you the people behind you, whether they have thought about sending anyone to become Arrieg's successor. Please give up this idea immediately. I don't like my gifts being in a worried and anxious environment, which will make me lack pleasure."

Leo couldn't understand even more. Who was the prey? What worries and anxiety?

"Private, I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand, just convey the original words."

Ted picked up the coffee, tasted it, and said like an expert: "It is indeed from Jamaica, but you should have been deceived by the importer. This coffee does not come from Blue Mountain, but is just somewhere near Blue Mountain in Jamaica."

His mouth was so sly that he was beyond imagination.

Leo looked out along the window. Across the street, a fierce guy with a fierce and vicious aura was staring at him...

He didn't come alone, this guy...

"Private, do you want me to call my boss now?" Leo asked in a mess. He didn't understand why he was led by the guy in front of him.

"I don't want to see him yet, nor do I want to see any of you." Ted reached out and took out his wallet from his shirt pocket, took out the only $200 in his wallet, and said without hesitation: "Pay."

Ted left, and when he left the cafe, Leo stood in front of the window and did not move. He first saw Ted's footsteps so slowly in Los Angeles, like a real gentleman who was taught since childhood that he could not let others see impatience no matter what he did.

"Damn." Leo returned to the bar and took out his cell phone and dialed the highest level that he could contact: "I am Leo, something very strange happened here... no, not El Salvadorian..."

On the street, countless people with purposeful sex were moving quickly, only Ted slowly crossed the road and appeared next to John Johnny again. This time he didn't have to knock on the window. He stood there and said, "Mr. Police, I'm going to go for a week next time. Uh, this is my phone number. If you lose it, call me. I'll tell you the location at any time and wait for you in the same place."

Ted handed over a card, which was a business card of a fitness club salesperson. The back of the card was also printed with the club logo. Under the logo was a handwritten phone number, which was written neatly, as if it had been prepared in advance.
Chapter completed!