What Real Violence Feels Like

What Real Violence Feels Like

The next day, Merlin went to work in Jiang Hao's silver Jaguar. Jiang Hao stayed in the dormitory and took out his phone to make a call.

"Hi, Mr. Glover. Do you remember me? I bought some tools from you a while back," Jiang Hao said into the phone.

"Too many people buy things from me. How could I remember them all? Just tell me what you want," the Black man on the other end said impatiently.

"I wanted to ask about something. My girlfriend's car was stolen a few days ago. The police checked the footage and saw that a Black man took it. I wanted to ask who runs the car theft ring around La Hama," Jiang Hao asked.

"Heh!"

A mocking laugh came from the other end of the line. "Buddy, are you trying to get your car back? Even if I told you, would you dare go there?"

"I just want to understand the situation," Jiang Hao said.

"Buddy, let me give you some advice. If your car was stolen, get the insurance company to compensate you. Don't think about getting it back from those car thieves. That's impossible. If you dare go over there, I'm sure they'll kill you," Mr. Glover warned him kindly.

"Can I buy it back?" Jiang Hao asked.

"I advise you to forget it."

"I want to try."

"Fine. Two hundred US Dollar and I'll tell you who runs the car theft ring in that area. Five hundred US Dollar, and you can ask whatever you want," Mr. Glover said.

"Okay. I'm coming over now."

By the time Jiang Hao left Mr. Glover's house, he had spent five hundred US Dollar and learned quite a lot. He found out that the leader of the car theft