These four burly men were all dressed in suits and ties, but just by looking at their physiques, you could tell that no matter how expensive their clothes were, they were just a group of bodyguards.
The waists of all four bodyguards were bulging, clearly indicating that they had brought weapons, and judging from their appearance, they were not small-scale weapons at all.
After the four bodyguards jumped out of the car, one of them immediately stood guard in each of the four directions: front, back, left, and right. Then one of them slowly opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce.
With a soft "huff," the person was not seen, but the sound came out first, and then a fat, plump leg was seen sticking out from inside the car door.
The thigh was at least as thick as some long-nosed animals that love to eat bananas. Then the big, fat leg trembled violently, just like a sea breeze stirring the sea, causing a surge of waves.
Next, a round, bald head popped out of the car. The brightness of that bald head was comparable to a 200-degree light bulb, and it naturally attracted a line of eyes as soon as it was placed there.
The bald man swayed a couple of times before struggling to pull himself out of the car, a small mountain of fat lodged behind his head... and then that lump of fat squeezed and squeezed, finally managing to squeeze out of the originally spacious car door.
It's really hard to believe this guy even got into the car. With his size... It's lucky it's a world-renowned, long-established car brand. If it were a domestically made car from an island, the tires would probably blow out as soon as he sat in it.
"Mr. Murphy!" Upon seeing this bald man, so fat that even pigs would feel inferior, the four or five hundred people who had just gathered in the parking lot immediately became solemn, their eyes filled with fervor, and they greeted the bald man respectfully in unison.
Zhou Ziwei stood in the hotel lobby and was greatly surprised to see this scene through the window.
No way! This fat pig can actually be a gang leader? With all that fat, he probably has trouble even walking. How can he be wielding a watermelon knife and hacking people down the street? ... And how can a gangster who doesn't actually kill people rise to this supreme position like an underground emperor? Moreover, you can tell from the cheers and looks in the eyes of his underlings that they really admire this fat pig. It's as if he's not a fat pig at all, but a ruthless and decisive Mark Gor.
Well... being fat has its advantages. This guy's weight is probably equivalent to at least four or five strong men. With that huge lump of meat piled up there... even three or two people using all their strength wouldn't be able to overturn him.
Even Zhou Ziwei's wind energy attack... Don't be fooled by how he just raised his hand and blew those dozen or so thugs off their feet. But when it comes to dealing with this fat pig... he might not be able to blow him away.
"What's going on...where's my son?"
The fat pig slowly raised its head. Its large head, which was obviously narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, was severely trapezoidal. Two small eyes, which were almost invisible due to the fat, shot out two sharp, cold glints. It first glanced into the hotel before opening its mouth and asking in a muffled voice.
“Mr. Murphy…” A middle-aged man who had arrived earlier and was dressed very well stepped forward and said with a serious face, “We don’t know what the situation is inside yet… A dozen or so brothers went up to test the waters, but… the other side didn’t even show their faces and easily sent them all back.”
"They didn't even show their faces, yet... they drove them back?" The fat pig, Morphy, stretched out an arm as thick as a bucket with some difficulty, exaggeratedly scratched his bald head twice, and then sneered, "They didn't even show their faces, so were they driven back by force or scared away?"
The middle-aged man quickly explained, "Mr. Murphy, although no one showed themselves inside,... just now, for some reason, a strange wind suddenly blew out from inside. As soon as this wind came, all these people were immediately blown down... Mr. Murphy, you can tell from their miserable state that they did their best."
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 613: The Wild Couple Hotel
"What... a gust of wind blew down more than a dozen brothers!"
Upon hearing this, Morphy's expression changed slightly. In fact, Morphy's expression only changed slightly, but the fat on his face was so spectacular that even the slightest facial movement would immediately reveal a terrifying sight of churning waves, instantly silencing the nearby gangsters.
Morphy then looked in the direction the middle-aged man was pointing and saw that the dozen or so people were all covered in dust and looked disheveled. Apart from that, only two people were actually bleeding and injured. He was surprised again.
After tilting his large head and thinking for a moment, Mofei solemnly took a few steps forward, stopped in front of the hotel entrance, took a few deep breaths, and then shouted loudly, "I wonder which esteemed person has graced Mo City with their presence. This junior has offended you in many ways, please forgive me."
After uttering this polite remark, Morphy waited a moment. When no one responded, his chubby face immediately turned cold again. He gave a soft snort and continued, "Since you refuse to treat me with courtesy, then don't blame me for being unreasonable. As the saying goes, father and son are of one heart. For my son's safety, I have no choice but to offend you..."
After shouting these words, Morphy waited another ten seconds or so. Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, he became somewhat annoyed and angry. He coldly shouted and waved his hand, ordering, "Everyone... split into two groups and break in through the front and back doors respectively. Who cares what kind of experts or novices are inside? We outnumber them and with one spit from each of us, we can drown them! I, Fatty, hereby promise that whoever saves my son first will be rewarded with a million US dollars... I will never go back on my word!"
"Yes—" The group of thugs were somewhat apprehensive because of what had happened earlier, wondering if they would encounter some strange and inexplicable things when they rushed through that door. However, upon hearing Morphy's words, they all perked up immediately.
One million US dollars... that's definitely not a small amount. It's enough for these lazy good-for-nothings to squander for a while. And with so many people rushing in together, even if there's any danger, others will help them take the blame. So what's there to be afraid of?
So everyone agreed in unison, and were about to split into two groups, one going in through the front door and the other through the back door. But just then, the revolving door of the hotel, which had been tightly closed, suddenly shook slightly, and a burly figure slowly walked out. As soon as the man stepped out and stood there, an aura of fierce dominance and ruthlessness immediately pressed down on the heads of this group of gangsters like a solid mountain.
Don't be fooled by how arrogant these guys usually act when dealing with ordinary people. But now, facing a real powerhouse, they behaved worse than ordinary people. One of them was deathly pale, his body trembling like a leaf, his legs shaking, and he was on the verge of fainting.
"Little Fatty, it's been over ten years, and you've really made something of yourself... Hmm... I never would have thought... You, the timid little fat boy back then, could now be the boss of Mo City, haha... But while you're quite bold... you're still a step behind your precious son. He even dared to flirt with my daughter, hmm... He's certainly got guts, much tougher than you were back then."
The moment Morphy saw Zhuihun emerge, he froze completely. Then, upon hearing Zhuihun's words, his body went limp… he couldn't help it… Zhuihun's few words had sent shivers through his body, making his muscles twitch. He was barely able to stand not because of his strong will, but because of his sheer size and unshakeable strength—like a legendary roly-poly toy, it would be difficult for him to even stumble and fall…
"Please...please...please spare my life, Your Excellency!"
It was quite a while after Zhuihun finished speaking that Mofei finally managed to squeeze out those few words from between his knotted lips.
Then the poor fat man tried to kneel down to Zhui Hun. His two thick legs, comparable to those of an elephant, bent slightly, and his body leaned forward. But before his knees, which looked like two giant iron hammers, could touch the ground, his legs rebounded violently due to the excessive bending. The muscles of his thighs and calves, which were squeezed together, suddenly snapped, and the fat man, who was halfway down, was bounced back to his upright position.
It even lifted him three inches off the ground before he fell back down.
For an ordinary person, lifting three inches off the ground is just a matter of lifting their foot, but for Morphy, it was an absolutely remarkable feat. With both feet lifting three inches off the ground at the same time and then landing, it immediately produced a deafening "thud," which even made a light car next to him bounce up. Then, all the cars parked in the parking lot started their alarm systems going off incessantly due to this violent shock.
Holy crap, this guy... he's amazing... a real talent...
Standing in the hall, Zhou Ziwei was filled with admiration upon seeing the scene outside. It was truly... an eye-opening sight... The fat man's imposing figure was comparable to a thousand troops...
On the other side, Zhuihun was momentarily stunned by the scene and almost burst out laughing at the fat man's antics.
He and this Morphy had some history; they had met twice more than ten years ago. However, back then, although the fat man was also quite fat, he was still within the range of a normal person, unlike now, when he was practically as fat as a monster.
Morphy was stunned by his own performance. In an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat that soaked through his cotton T-shirt as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
The fat man believed that if he were scared like that every day, he would definitely lose weight significantly in less than half a month. Of course, there was another prerequisite: his heart had to be able to take it.
Zhuihun had received some help from an elder of this fat man before, so he didn't want to make things too difficult for him. He simply snorted coldly and said, "Drive away all your ant-like henchmen! You don't really want to use these people to break my old bones, do you?"
"Ah...no, I wouldn't dare!"
Upon hearing this, Morphy quickly turned around, waved his hand, and shouted loudly, "All of you, get out of here! Go home and suckle your mothers... Don't get in my way here."
As soon as Morphy spoke, the immense pressure that Soul Chaser had just exuded, like a mountain, vanished instantly as if it were a bubble. Almost without exception, the gangsters who had just endured this pressure staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
Then, upon hearing Motorfei's order to get lost, everyone immediately felt as if they had been subjected to a great shock. They dared not linger in this dangerous place any longer. Like monkeys with fire on their backsides, they scrambled into their cars at top speed and scattered in all directions like headless flies. In the blink of an eye, at least twenty cars collided in the parking lot because they started at the same time. The sounds of crashing and screeching brakes filled the air, along with a pungent, acrid smell.
Murphy was dumbfounded... These bastards, they're really not cut out for a proper feast... You didn't have to be so hasty in telling them to get lost! This... is just too embarrassing...
Fortunately, these gangsters were still in a state of fear, and not only was there a heavyweight boss keeping order here, but there was also an even more terrifying figure watching them. Therefore, they dared not argue about who was right and who was wrong in this series of car crashes. Surprisingly, these people also became united and friendly. No matter who was at a disadvantage or who was at an advantage, no one caused trouble for others. No matter how badly the cars were damaged, no one stopped for a moment. At most, they would glare at each other, remember each other's names, and then leave one by one.
In less than two minutes, all the cars and gangsters in the parking lot had left, leaving only Fatty Morphy and his four bodyguards.
Seeing Morphy's trembling body, as if he might faint at any moment, Zhuihun couldn't help but shake his head with amusement. Then he beckoned and said, "Come in and see your precious son! Hmm... your son's manhood has been destroyed by my daughter. If you want to avenge your son... then let's set up a proper battle!"
"Ah...no, no, no...Sir, you're joking. How could I, a fat man, dare to be so...rude to you..."
Upon hearing that his son's manhood had been destroyed, Morphy immediately sighed in despair. However, he was startled by Zhuihun's next words. Was he joking? In Morphy's eyes, Zhuihun was practically a legendary god. With his own skills, how could he possibly compete with him? Competing with this king of assassins was like throwing meat buns at a dog—it would be like offering yourself up as food. Of course... the fat man only dared to think such a disrespectful analogy in his mind; he would never dare to say it aloud.
"I wouldn't dare... If you really don't dare, then take your son away!" Seeing that Mo Fei's attitude was respectful and he didn't seem to show any resentment, Zhui Hun didn't make things difficult for him anymore. He sighed, waved his hand, and said, "My daughter has a bit of a temper, so please bear with her! Sigh... You little fatty, it's not easy for you either... Looking at your figure, it's probably going to be difficult for you to have another son! It'll make you childless forever, this... Sigh, it's all because my daughter went too far, I'm really sorry."
"It's alright, it's alright..." Hearing this dignified King of Assassins actually say something that sounded like an apology, the fat man was both surprised and delighted, mainly flattered. He hurriedly and clumsily explained, "Actually... actually, I have two other children at home, both sons, hehe... this kid is the most useless. I troubled your daughter to cripple him, which is a lesson for him, so he won't always be so arrogant and cause trouble for me. Luckily, this time it was only you who offended him. If it had been someone else, I, as his father, would have been implicated as well!"
When Zhuihun heard that the fat man actually had two sons, he was greatly surprised. He looked the fat man up and down, his body severely out of shape, resembling a large rubber ball, and asked with some curiosity, "It's really rare... You, a big fat man, can actually give birth to several sons... But what I admire most is your wife... Uh... How strong must her body be to withstand the pressure of you, you big fat pig... She wasn't crushed to death by you, and she still gave birth to several sons for you... Tsk tsk... Amazing, amazing!"
Upon hearing this, Morphy blushed and coughed awkwardly twice, saying, "Well... actually... it's always my wife who's on top of me. My wife weighs less than fifty kilograms, how could I dare to actually put my weight on her!"
"Ah...ha...I see!" Upon hearing this, Zhuihun was slightly taken aback, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After the fat man carried away his bald son, who had now become a father-in-law, Zhou Ziwei and the others discussed it briefly and decided that since they had caused such a big commotion, it wouldn't be good to stay any longer and only attract attention. So they immediately settled their bill, packed their simple belongings, and moved to another place to stay.
They found a relatively small hotel this time, since they only needed to stay there for one night and then leave Motown the next day, so they weren't too picky.
The four people booked two suites. Zhuihun and Emily, father and daughter, shared one suite, while Zhou Ziwei and Chu Qiutang shared the other.
In small hotels like this, suites are generally considered high-end rooms. As for presidential suites or similar options, these are definitely not available in such hotels.
Located in a relatively remote suburb, this place doesn't see many customers. However, it becomes incredibly popular at night. You'll often see a man and a woman driving here, usually only booking a room for an hour or two. After they get into the room, you'll soon hear lewd moans coming from it. Some people who prefer more extreme experiences will even make noises like whips cracking and screams...
In short, the lively scene in the hotel at night was simply breathtaking, making Zhou Ziwei, who had initially chosen this hotel as his place of stay, break out in a cold sweat.
These two scoundrels, if you want to do that kind of thing, just do it quietly. Why make such a big fuss? This...this...isn't this forcing me to make a mistake?
There was really no other way. On either side of Zhou Ziwei and Chu Qiutang's suite, there was another couple living together, and these two couples happened to be the ones who did the most fancy things. They were making such a racket that even a deaf person could probably hear them.
The woman in the room on the left, in particular, was so alluring that even Zhou Ziwei felt his bones go weak. He wondered if she was a professional.
Unable to resist scanning the rooms to his left and right with his spiritual power, Zhou Ziwei was astonished to discover that the room on the left didn't house a man and a woman, but two women... He saw two hot, sexy beauties, wearing stockings and high heels, embracing and rolling around on the bed, completely naked. One moment they were passionately kissing, the next they were caressing each other's private parts, and then they were flipping over, kissing each other's sensitive spots... The two were having a great time, and their moans were incredibly seductive, making Zhou Ziwei's blood boil and almost causing him to go berserk.
"You little pervert...did you lose control when you heard others doing it?!"
Chu Qiutang had just come out of the shower, wearing only a snow-white bath towel. While drying the water droplets on her head, she tilted her head to avoid looking at the flagpole-like thing standing tall between Zhou Ziwei's legs and couldn't help but chuckle.
Zhou Ziwei couldn't help but give a wry smile and said, "This isn't my fault... Who knew this hotel was actually a haven for illicit lovers... Any normal man would find it unbearable to stay here, damn it... I have important business to attend to later... Hmm... Otherwise... I would have to take care of you right here and now!"
Chu Qiutang chuckled again, lightly shaking the water droplets from her head. Then, blushing slightly, she glanced at Zhou Ziwei's thing pointing angrily at the sky and asked mischievously, "So... when you go out later, you'd better be careful not to get seen by the police, otherwise... they'll definitely suspect you're hiding some kind of weapon... hehe... according to normal proportions, there shouldn't be such a big thing in there... no matter how you explain it, they won't believe you. If they force you to take it out for a check, you'll be incredibly embarrassed... hahahaha..."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziwei rolled his eyes in anger, unable to contain his rage. He grabbed Chu Qiutang's towel and said angrily, "Since that's the case, then... how about I wait until he shrinks before going out... Can't you do me a small favor?"
Chu Qiutang was caught off guard when Zhou Ziwei pulled her onto the bed. Startled, she immediately glared at him reproachfully and said, "Didn't you say you had to go out to run some errands later? I can't afford to delay your important business because of this. If you get hurt because of it, I can't bear the responsibility."
Zhou Ziwei chuckled and said, "It's okay, as long as I... don't have to exert myself during 'that,' it won't have any effect. Besides, if you help me in other ways, it might even make me more energetic and virile..."
After Zhou Ziwei finished speaking, his thieving eyes began to leer at Chu Qiutang's full, soft lips...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 614: Synchronizing with the Speed of Light
After a period of intense and tender enjoyment, Zhou Ziwei lay on the bed for a while, extremely satisfied. Only after it got completely dark did he get up and let Chu Qiutang rest in the room. Then he pushed open the door and knocked on the suite where Zhuihun and his daughter were staying.
Five minutes later, Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun got into a taxi and headed straight for Agent Robert's home in Motown.
Zhou Ziwei was dressed lightly, as if he hadn't brought anything with him, while Zhuihun was holding a dark combination lock box in his arms.
Because of the incident that happened during the day, Zhou Ziwei and his group were not comfortable leaving the two women in the hotel like that. However, they couldn't take them everywhere with them. So, Zhuihun didn't hesitate to confiscate the pistols from the four bodyguards around Fatty Morphy and gave two to each of Chu Qiutang and Emily.
Chu Qiutang is a soldier, so he is naturally familiar with guns. Emily is fierce by nature, and after Zhou Ziwei's special modifications, her coordination and stability are far beyond those of ordinary people. Even without professional training, she can still perform well with a gun. The fact that she blew up that bald man's penis during the day is proof of that.
With those guns in their bodies, ordinary thugs and hooligans would no longer pose much of a threat to them.
In this way, Zhou Ziwei and the others won't have to worry so much about leaving for a while.
Robert's family lived on the outskirts of the city. They were not wealthy, but they were not poor either.
Motown has a low population density, so housing and land prices are relatively low, making it possible for even middle-class families to own a decent small villa here.
This is a cluster of small villas, and Robert's house is located near the center of this cluster, surrounded by small villas of roughly the same size.
As soon as the taxi entered the villa community, Zhou Ziwei keenly sensed that at least a dozen pairs of eyes were watching the car. In addition, the almost ubiquitous surveillance cameras in the community were also tracking their movements.
Zhou Ziwei had visited once before, but it was during the day, and only Robert's father-in-law and mother-in-law were at Robert's house, so there were relatively few people monitoring the place.
Zhou Ziwei was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he did not take any action.
At night, the defense and surveillance forces here are indeed several times greater than during the day.
Under the watchful eyes of so many people, Zhou Ziwei could come and go without a trace, but if he wanted to take a few ordinary people with him... he would definitely have to alert the people monitoring him.
Since they were bound to alert those secretly watching them sooner or later, there was no need to be sneaky anymore. So the two of them simply took a taxi openly and stopped right in front of Robert's house.
As soon as Zhou Ziwei got out of the car after paying the fare, he keenly sensed that at least five or six gun barrels were pointed at his head, while Zhuihun only had two guns pointed at him.
It seems that the military has already guessed Zhou Ziwei's identity. After all, Zhou Ziwei made too much of a splash at the dock last time, so much so that these American soldiers no longer dare to be careless when they see a little boy who is only five or six years old. Instead, they will treat him as a key target.
However, when Zhou Ziwei came to the United States this time, he thought that he might be wanted by the military, so he made some detailed adjustments to his facial features. Even people who had seen him before might not be able to recognize him.