Chapter 213 Unexpected Guests (2/2)

He had thought that this was a prop but the little bug had flown in the body of the motorcycle, and he had seen the engine, oil box, the complex electric circuitry and the intricate parts.

Evidently, this motorcycle was not merely a prop.

Noting down the storage unit number, Li Du directed the little bug to move on to the next storage unit.

Storage unit 12 was filled with furniture and appliances. However, they were mainly props as well—the appliances were mostly just shells while the furniture was made of plywood. Although they looked beautiful, they could not be used.

He persisted and searched four more storage units. He was completely exhausted after checking storage unit 16, so he returned to the car.

Hans asked, ”How is it, buddy?”

Li Du said, ”Not done looking, and I also need to assess the actual situation before deciding. It’s too warm out there. Let me wait in the car for a while, and see what I can do about those I haven’t checked yet.”

In the end, he took two days to finish looking at the 45 storage units.

After looking at these storage units, he was completely depleted. Each time he had returned to the car, he would doze off in an instant.

Naturally, each time they returned to the motel, outside of mealtimes, he would be sleeping. Hans had changed Li Du’s room to the one with the large bed, while he shared a standard room with Godzilla.

While Li Du was dozing off as usual, Hans was negotiating with Godzilla. ”Dude, can you not snore? You’re too loud and d*m, I thought there was a train in here last night.”

Godzilla cackled, ”Ha!.”

Hans said helplessly, ”Li, say something.”

Li Du said, ”You guys have to settle this yourselves. Don’t you disturb me when we get back, I need to take a nap before dinner.”

On the contrary, once they had stepped through the doors on their return to the motel, they saw two familiar faces.

The Rick father and son pair.

The father and son pair did not look as aggressive as before. Lil’ Rick had a bruise on his face, and his right eye was so swollen that it was as thin as a line. One of his arms was in a shoulder sling, and he looked very pathetic.

Dog Ears Rick was not any better off than his son. There was a Band-Aid on his forehead and the back of his hand was wrapped in a bandage. He sat there despondently; even his ears were hanging downwards.

On meeting them, Hans laughed, ”Dogsh*t, did both of you get beaten up?”

Rick glared at them. Lil’ Rick tugged at his shirt, and whispered, ”Dad, don’t forget why we are here.”

His son’s words made Rick sigh, and with the manner of a fallen hero, he looked at Hans and Li Du. ”Both of you, I think we need to talk.”

Hans looked at him and said, ”Talk? Talk about what? Looks like you two really got beaten up. Don’t you go looking up the wrong guys, we here are law-abiding folks—”

Li Du interrupted him and guessed, ”Were you guys beaten up by those people from Comanche Casino?

Rick’s mouth quivered and Lil’ Rick wore a woeful expression. Seeing their reactions, Li Du knew that he had made the correct guess.

When he had left the casino earlier, he knew that with Marlin’s wickedness and Harris’s deviousness, the father and son would run into trouble.

Afterall, Li Du had won more than five million US dollars from the casino. The casino was not a big one—they would count their blessings to have five million US dollars in profits in a month.

Which meant that Li Du’s winnings were equivalent to their one month’s profit. Why would the Native Americans be willing to let this go?

They would not take this lying down and had vented their displeasure on Rick and his son, since they were the initiators.