Chapter 113 This Is Probability Theory (1/2)

Chapter 113: This Is Probability Theory

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Upon hearing the underlying meaning in Boss’s words, the three young men were curious. ”What does that tattoo symbolize?”

Frank was about to answer when he bumped into the waiting Carl and Rambis.

On seeing four black men, Rambis asked hurriedly, ”Hello, friends. You acted very quickly—how did you manage to deal with them in such a short amount of time?”

Carl also had doubts in his mind, but he didn’t want to openly confront the four strong men. He came up with a strategy to avoid the subject. ”Shut up, Rambis. Collison, naturally, has his own way—he is a ruthless one.”

Rambis said excitedly, ”Right, right, right—Boss Collison is definitely formidable. But I bet you guys gave those two sons of b*tches a bashing. Maybe you left your marks on their faces using knives?”

As he said this, he made the throat-cutting gesture in front of the face of Frank, who looked at him with narrowed eyes and an icy glare.

Seeing this, the white-haired black man became furious; he shoved Rambis, and hollered, ”F*ck, stay away from me you stupid pig! Tell me, are you fooling around with us? A country bumpkin and a Chinaman, huh? Only them two, huh?”

”What do you mean?” asked Carl, shocked.

Frank looked at him, hatred emitting from his core. ”Is it fun to fool around with us? Pretend! Keep pretending! Are the two of you trying to dupe us?”

”Of course not, this—” Carl started to speak, but Rambis, who was pushed away, interrupted him:

”Sh*t, why did you push me?”

”Push you? I not only want to push you, I want to punch you!” Frank waved his fists fiercely. ”Attack, punch this d*mn fatty who dared to deceive us by telling us they are country bumpkins, and not from the Mexican mafia!”

The white-haired black man delivered a blow to Rambis’s abdomen while the other two men charged up with flying kicks and caused him to tumble onto the ground. Then the three of them surrounded him and took turns to kick him repeatedly, bashing Rambis to the point where he was crying out pitifully non-stop like a plump pig on the chopping board.

Carl’s mustache was quivering, as he asked in a panic, ”Collison, what are you all doing?”

”Doing what? D*mn you two sons of b*tches!” Frank also kicked Rambis’s shoulder, as he screamed, ”The two of you have the nerve to deceive me? Let me teach you a lesson!”

Realizing that the situation was not in their favor, Carl hurriedly ran toward the hotel. Frank did not beat him up—afterall, Carl still had a network in Phoenix. They beat Rambis, who they had not met before, instead, as a warning to Carl.

After another two rounds of quickly roughing up the plump Rambis, the four black men drove off in anger.

With the help of their four friends, Li Du and the other two fixed up the room. They were about to rest when Ah Meow’s ears perked up and it jumped to the window to peer out.

Li Du listened carefully, and said, ”I think I hear someone howling.”

Hans closed the window and said, ”It is not our business. This is Phoenix, a chaotic place. To stay alive, one should not be nosy.”

Having stayed another day at Steampunk Hotel, they woke up early, and had their breakfast, before driving to Memorial Storage Company to attend the auction.

”We need some gains, guys. We have to get some—otherwise, we are going to be broke!” Hans said solemnly as he got out of the car.

Godzilla touched his nose wordlessly. He had eaten eight burgers and a twelve-inch pizza at breakfast.

Phoenix was a huge city. Every time there was a storage auction, many people would attend, and this auction was no exception.

When the three of them arrived, there were about twenty people waiting already. After them, more than fifty people gradually came. By the time the auction started, there were almost eighty people waiting.