Chen Zhao drew two hundred dollars and stuffed them into Sam's pocket.

"It's your hard work... Are there any cigarettes?"

Sam covered his nose and took out a pack of more than half of the cigarette.

"Where can I treat you?"

Sam and Vikari looked at each other.

Both of them have been in the road for several years.

Although I can't guess Chen Zhao's identity.

But the other party obviously has their intentions.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been here with them.

"Sir, is there any place to serve you?"

"Don't worry, find a place to sit down." Chen Zhao said carelessly.

The two made up their minds that as long as they were not allowed to be informants, everything would be easy to say.

Everyone in the mixed-race knows that being an informant is the most dangerous.

The two took Chen Zhao into a 24-hour restaurant.

The bearded man standing in front of the cashier had a gun hidden under the cabinet.

When I saw the three of them coming in, I was very alert.

It was not until Chen Zhao took two big bills on the cashier that the bearded man breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, are there any rumors of haunting in the city of New Orleans?"

"Sir...what do you know what this is for?"

"I'm just curious." Chen Zhao leaned against the chair and said casually.

At this time, the bearded man came with Hanbao, sandwiches and drinks.

"I know," the bearded man interrupted.
Chapter completed!