Chapter 976 (1/2)

”Candy, candy...” Vincent didn't see his wife when he came home from the whole night shift.

Only his wife's mother was smashing the sofa, her mouth was making an unpleasant snore, and the radio was ”Zizi”.

”Where has candy gone?” Wake up his mother-in-law. Actually, Vincent has guessed something: ”Hammond or the bar on the street.”

”What do you want me to say, Vincent.” The woman lit a cigarette in silence.

But shake his head, this fucker life let him more and more intolerable, today is her second time this week not at home.

In the billiard bar on the street, Vincent successfully found his wife candy.

She's playing with a couple of guys who look like gangsters, and Vinson is not in the mood to make a scene with her.

”Candy, it's time for you to go home.” Holding his wife by the arm, Vincent wants to take her home, whatever.

”But I haven't finished drinking.” Candy points to the bar.

A dark green open navel dress, chest only a few rope, looks like a sexy bra, ”what are you wearing?”

Katie doesn't respond. Vincent grabs her and walks out.

”Hey.” They were stopped, and at the same time the rest of the table tennis players stopped and fixed their eyes on them.

”The lady said that she still had wine to drink.” He said, wearing a floral shirt, jeans and a cigarette in his mouth.

”Look, I don't want to get into trouble, I just want to take my wife home.” Vincent raised his hands to show that he didn't want to get into trouble.

”But she still has wine, we still have two balls to play!” The other side shook his Billiard Club and looked at him with disdain.

Looking at each other and the people behind him, and then at his wife, candy, Vincent understood.

Turning to leave, back home Vincent did not have any hesitation to pack up, chose to leave home to live in the other corner of the city.

He has been fed up with this feeling, and he is also fed up with the need to do seven different jobs, seven days a week, never stop to make money, in order to support the whole family.

Now, it's all over, just yourself.

Vincent decided not to housekeeper the nearby work, but to find a new job and start a new life here.

Although this is still Los Angeles, it also represents his determination.

With a wealth of work experience, Vincent easily found a job as a bartender.

It's a bar in a chaotic area. It used to have a name, but people prefer to call it ”chaos area.”

On both sides of the street are empty old houses, no one will live or stay here, full of violence, women, gangs and chaos.

It's no problem for Vincent. He's used to this kind of environment. He grew up in this environment.

So he adapted very quickly. He was a jerk and should live here.

It's just that, on the third day of his work, a different guest came to the bar, and he looked different from everyone else.

Wearing a high-end brand-name suit, with a shiny comb and a valuable Swiss watch, he is a rich man who should not be here.

”Give me a whisky. I want the best.” He was sitting at the bar and waving to Vincent.

Put the glass in front of him, and Vinson took the top Scotch off the shelf.

It is a rare good goods, during the war is a scarce commodity, very rare, also very expensive.

”Your wine.” Pushing the wine in front of each other, Vincent is ready to greet other guests. He can easily get along with people.

”Vincent.” Vincent was a little surprised when he was called by his name.