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Brooklyn, Slavi Club.

This place is a famous high-end club in New York for finding happiness, and it is also a famous gold-selling cave in New York.

Rich people, politicians, celebrities and other groups usually hold parties here.

But in recent days, Slavi Club has been closed for rectification.

Everyone knew that Slavi's club was in trouble, and the owner of the club, Slavi, even died tragically along with his thugs.

The clubhouse, which used to have a large number of guests and made a lot of money every day, was suddenly deserted and empty.

Wesley got off the bus at the door.

Of course he had heard of this well-known gold-selling club in New York.

Entering it, there were not many people in the house. Wesley glanced around and saw only a few people.

One of them had an ordinary appearance, with fierce eyes and a strong bandit energy all over his body, like a wild beast.

Without any introduction, Wesley could recognize at a glance that this person was the leader David mentioned, Teddy Renson.

"Wesley." Wesley introduced himself.

"Teddy Renson."

Teddy looked expressionless, looked at Wesley, and nodded, with an aura of being aloof and in control of the situation.

Wesley knew the situation. He was just here to make money. He didn't care and just found a place to sit down.

"Let me explain the situation. It can be seen from McCall's actions that he is a very confident person... He is so confident that he thinks he alone can kill all of us!"

Seeing this, Teddy organized his thoughts and spoke again, with a low tone and a bit hoarse: "So, he must have some way to lock our position and even observe the movements of all of us."

Wesley sat in his seat and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was aware of what Teddy was going to say next.

"What I want to say is..."
Chapter completed!