An apartment building located in the central part of the city.
There are actually two most prosperous areas in LOS City. The first is the commercial district in the city centre, where the most interesting dens of brothel in LOS City are gathered.
From the most upscale hotels, restaurants, bars, nightclubs, clubs to the most famous adult industries, strip bars, casinos, almost everything is here.
The city centre of LOS City is where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.
Another place is the port and the surrounding areas, which are more inclined to the "working class".
If you rent a private room in a strip bar in the city centre and find a dancer to dance for you for thirty minutes, it will cost at least fifty dollars.
Then in those cheap and lively bars in the port, you can enjoy these for only ten dollars, and you can get an excellent job for five more dollars.
This is not illegal because under federal law, illegal sex transactions require specific behaviour to occur, but this does not count.
The sailors carelessly spent their hard-earned money, and the girls would also be busy with what they earned through their labour. There was nothing shameful about it.
Apart from these two places, other areas are not very lively.
As long as it is not busy, the housing prices will not be too high.
Looking at this apartment that was neither too expensive nor too cheap, Lance started assigning tasks before even getting out of the car.
"Erwin, you and... (Friend A), stay downstairs and keep an eye out for people coming out. If you see that idiot running out, stop him. There's a crowbar in the trunk."
"Ethan, you and... (Friend B) come with me. Your main job is to help guard the gate. If anyone comes to watch, you will be responsible for dispersing them."
"Remember, be fierce."
Lance emphasized, "If the work is completed smoothly this time, I will mention it to Mr. Coty and ask him to give us some commission. This kind of work is not illegal, and it makes money faster than work."
He patted Erwin on the shoulder and said, "Guard the gate. Your job is not easy."
Erwin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't comfort me like that. I know what I should do."
Lance smiled and punched him, then opened the car door and took out the bat from the trunk.
The three of them walked into the apartment. There was a service desk at the entrance of the apartment. A security guard who looked to be about 40 years old was stunned when he saw the three of them coming in.
He hesitated, as if thinking about whether he should fullfill his job responsibilities, but fortunately Lance helped him make a choice -
He raised the bat at the apartment security guard, who immediately sat there with his hands raised, "I know nothing, sir."
Lance asked Ethan to press the elevator button. He explained, "We are here to find someone who will not damage anything in the apartment. If there is anything that is damaged by us, leave a bill and I will take care of it."
"But don't do anything stupid other than what I tell you to do."
"There's no need to work hard for capitalists for thirty dollars a month."
After listening to this, the security guard showed a serious and thoughtful look on his face, "You are right, sir."
Lance took back the bat, and the three of them entered the elevator and pressed the button for the "4th" floor.
The old-fashioned elevator always made Lance feel a little unsafe. Ethan's hands were shaking a little, and he didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear.
Friend A was more excited, "Do I need to take action later?"
"Should I hit him in the cheek or kick him in the balls?"
"If I break his head, there won't be any trouble, will there?"
Lance rolled his eyes, "This time you just need to watch me do it. Don't do anything without my order."
After reaching the fourth floor, they came to the door of an apartment. Lance knocked hard on the door, "Is anyone in there?"
After knocking for a long time, no one answered, but Lance heard footsteps inside, and it was obvious that the gentleman did not intend to open the door.
He immediately adjusted his strategy and continued to knock on the door. "You haven't paid the sanitation fee this month. If you don't open the door, I will lock it and starve you to death!"
As Ethan and Friend A looked on in surprise, footsteps were heard in the room. "Damn it! I just paid the sanitation fee!"
Then the door was opened forcefully, but what greeted the debtor, Mr. White, was not the annoying face of the security guard or the apartment manager.
Mr. White immediately realized something and tried to close the door with both hands, but Lance was obviously faster!
He pushed hard inside, and the moment the door was opened, Mr. White picked up the fish tank with green hair next to him and threw it at Lance.
Then there were vases, some books, and other things.
No matter what he got, he threw it at Lance. After dodging for a long time, Lance finally got close to him.
As he tried to run into the inner room, a baseball bat hit him on the back.
With a dull thud, Lance twisted his shoulders and walked towards Mr. White, who was lying on the ground and screaming.
At this time, his screams had already alarmed some of the residents around. He turned around to look at Ethan and Friend A and said, "Tell them to go back to their rooms. If you have any other questions, call me. I want to have a good talk with Mr. White."
Then he closed the door, and the screams in the room suddenly became much quieter.
Those people who seemed to be looking for a look at the fun saw Ethan grinning fiercely, and almost the next second, they closed the door.
Living in a place like this, who the hell cares if the neighbours are in trouble?
As long as the trouble doesn't involve you.
In the room, Mr. White was still lying on the ground howling. Lance took out his cigarettes, took out one of them and lit it.
He looked at himself and found that his whole body smelled like the stinky water in the stinky fish tank, a pungent smell.
There was a bloody streak on his arm, which was caused by being hit by the fish tank. He walked up to Mr. White with an unfriendly look in his eyes.
Mr. White, who had recovered from the shock and pain, rolled and crawled four or five meters away from Lance, "I don't know you!"
Lance took out the contract and showed it to him, "Three thousand five hundred dollars, remember?"
There is no doubt that Mr. White obviously remembered the money. His eyes were evasive. "I was forced to sign that. I can't afford to pay it back at all."
Lance picked up the contract and looked at it. "But you didn't act so embarrassed when you took the thousand dollars."
"Mr. White, to be honest, I have no direct relationship with the financial company. They pay me and I settle the debt. If you are dissatisfied with the contract, you can find a lawyer to sue them."
"But you can't let me lose my job and my brother and I go hungry because of your dispute with them."
"Now I'm giving you a chance. Don't embarrass me, and I won't embarrass you either. I just want to take 3,500 yuan to report to the boss, instead of taking your money and leaving here with you."
"Mr. Coty told me before I came here that I don't need any money, but I must bring the person to him..."
"You know, these big shots sometimes prefer not to get some money back just to let out their anger."
"When you get there, I have no idea whether you will survive or become disabled."
"If you think that 3,500 yuan is more important than your life and health, nod your head now, and I will stop asking you for money and we will leave immediately!"
"Tell me your choice, Mr. White."
Mr. White's expression was full of fear. In fact, the money had been owed for two years, and the interest had stopped being calculated a year ago.
Alberto knew very well that people who had no intention of paying back the money would act as if they didn't care even if you told them that the interest was ten times the principal, because they had no intention of paying back the money from the beginning anyway.
These people who borrow money at high interest rates are actually the same at heart. When they are short of money, let alone the huge interest, even if it is a hundred times the interest, they will sign their names without even frowning.
As for whether or not it can be repaid, who the hell cares?
If you really care about this, would you still borrow money from a loan shark?
Some people are like this, they have a lucky mentality and think that these people will not do anything to them for a little money.
Mr. White didn't say anything. Lance held the cigarette in his mouth, grabbed the handle of the bat with both hands, and raised it high.
He was immediately shocked and even broke into tears, "I don't have any money!"
"You're lying!" With a hum, the baseball bat hit White's femur hard. His femur was still hard, but there should be a fracture. The sound sounded a little scattered, not so solid.
He rolled on the ground holding his thighs. The pain from the broken bones was unbearable. He even had a runny nose!
Lance looked at Mr. White, glanced at the kitchen, walked over, and got a table knife.
This made Mr. White even more scared!
Lance wiped the knife and said, "I'm an Imperial, an illegal immigrant. Who knows when I'll be caught by the Immigration Bureau and sent back."
"As long as I can survive here, Mr. White, I am willing to take the risk of killing someone, but are you also ready to be killed?"
Watching Lance walk into the bedroom, take out the sheets and start to spread the sheets on the floor, Mr. White began to tremble all over, and even the fractured leg didn't seem to hurt so much.
His expression was extremely ferocious, and he struggled, and finally cried out as if crying, "In the flowerpot on the balcony!"
"Damn it, Fuck!"
"Take your money and get out of my apartment. I will sue you!"
Lance grinned, "That's your business, Mr. White!"
He walked to the balcony, threw several pots of flowers to the ground, and found two bags of chips wrapped in brown paper from two pots of flowers, which have five thousand yuan.