Jiang Hao considered what path he needed to take in the future.
All right,
As long as he stood against American justice and managed to survive, Jiang Hao believed he would eventually win.
But before that, he had to take things one step at a time. Looking at his utterly empty space, he knew he had to fill it with enough food, escape tools, and guns.
Right, he had no identity at all in this world. Fake or real, he needed to get some proof—driver's license, social security card, and the like. At the very least, staying in hotels would be much more convenient.
OK,
Rest. Tomorrow would be a beautiful day.
Jiang Hao sat on the bed, closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and began to meditate.
What he did not know was that many people were looking for him outside. The young white man he had injured at the bar was no ordinary person either. His father was named York, a minor leader in a local Miami gang. When York arrived at the hospital and saw his son wailing on the bed, learning that someone had kicked his son's thighbone apart, he flew into a rage.
"Fuck, I'll find that bastard and avenge my son! I'll skin him alive!"
"Get people to find out where that guy went. Find him. I want to kill him myself."
His men immediately went out to search.
Someone had seen Jiang Hao get into a taxi outside the bar. These guys then used someone at the taxi company to trace the cabs in the area and finally found the Black driver who had taken Jiang Hao away.
York stared at the driver and said, "An hour and a half ago, outside Jenni Bar, did you pick up a strong, burly guy with