The Feeling of Being Filled Up
The woman's meaning could not have been clearer.
Jiang Hao smiled. "No rush. We still have a long night ahead of us, don't we? Let's enjoy ourselves here first."
"I'm going to the restroom." Jiang Hao stood up and left. When he returned a while later, he found that woman was still there.
Jiang Hao smiled. His expression changed as he brought out Academy Awards-winning acting skills, making himself look a little dazed as well. He went to the bar, ordered a glass of hard liquor, and downed it in one gulp.
He seemed to spot the Black man who had just sold drugs. He walked over, took out another hundred US Dollars, and handed it to him. The muscular Black man glanced at Jiang Hao without saying anything, then directly pulled out two packets and handed them over.
Jiang Hao chuckled, stuffed the goods into his pocket, and was about to turn away. But after taking two steps, he came back and stood beside the Black man. "Buddy, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" the Black man asked warily.
"I want to get a few guns without paperwork. Who should I go to?" Jiang Hao asked.
The muscular Black man sized Jiang Hao up, checking whether he was an undercover cop. However, Jiang Hao did not seem like one. He asked flatly, "What kind do you want?"
"Handguns, automatic rifles, sniper rifles. The kind that doesn't need registration." Jiang Hao sniffed.
"I can take you there. A thousand US Dollars for the information," the Black man said.
The moment Jiang Hao heard that, he immediately shook his head. "No, no, no. That's too expensive. I just want to buy some to play with. I just don't want them registered. That