The conversation between the two men temporarily ended here. If not… he would be a good person now, with a stable job and a warm family. But…his life from childhood to adulthood was subject to the humiliation of having neither a father nor a mother, which was initially given to him by God from the beginning with an unhappy life.
Beautiful women, how many smart ones? They will all fall into the hands of rich millionaires, and we are all helping them get to that rich world soon."īrown didn't know Arturo's cold-blooded heart until now, although he knew from the beginning when he accepted this woman-trafficking mission that his hands would be stained with dirty blood. Even if they were not kidnapped, in the future, those girls will be paired with rich older adults in New York and Las Vegas. "Those girls will sooner or later become a corpse without a soul. Brown feels that his 'companion' is no ordinary person. "Bingo!" Arturo let out a puff of white smoke like a madman on this road. "Brown, those girls or 2 million dollars, which would you choose?" "Do you feel sorry for those girls? Huh? You've come here to think?" Brown rolled his eyes at the Asian man sitting next to him, he shouted.Īrturo's laughter immediately stopped, and his eyes coldly looked at Brown. He had a cigarette in his mouth, which created a more realistic portrait of a demon in human disguise. This was followed by Arturo's loud laughter, his laughter almost echoing across the highway. Until then, he can take millions of dollars to go out and play around New York with beautiful women who love money. The Italian guy's colossal money will be in his hands as long as this mission is well. The poor like him will never be understood. What's so strange? The pleasures of the rich. Are there still such people in this day and age? But his face changed from surprise to coldness when he thought about it.
The woman disgusted by him was given to his subordinates, and those disobeyed him would be fed to his wolves."īrown heard the words from Arturo's mouth and couldn't help but be surprised. He had a pack of wolves and a tight security team in his villa. "He is not only rich, but he is also extremely cruel. He also wants to be like that old Italian, rich he can have as many women as he wants, as long as they are the ones to look for, that old Italian can have all the beauties in this Europe. "He's also wealthy, bought five girls at one time." Brown exclaims, snorting jealously. "What time does that old Italian man meet?"Īrturo looked at his watch and answered. The nicotine in the cigarette made him more alert. Brown used to be just a drug dealer in small New York nightclubs.īrown took the cigarette from Arturo's hand, took a long drag, and released a puff of white smoke. In this woman trafficking business, Arturo was more experienced than Brown. This is the first time they have worked together. Arturo only knew him as "Brown" because of his distinctive brown skin. The girls behind are worth millions of dollars from that old Italian."
He lit it and gave it to the driver, he said. Arturo took a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket in the shape of a horse. Instead, he has the appearance of a young Asian. The teenager has a high nose and white skin. The wind blew in from outside, causing his hair to flutter in the wind. Through the rearview mirror, a large tattoo could be seen on his neck.Īrturo is a young man with blond hair sitting next to the driver, and he does not wear a mask, so his entire face is fully exposed.
#COLD HEART TATTOO DRIVER#
The gloomy atmosphere made the driver cold, and he wore a black mask covering his entire face. But for some reason, this road has only one large container running alone. At midnight, the cold mist began to spread everywhere. The big container truck was running on a deserted highway.
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