At the same time, Mira in the basement had already connected to the surveillance several streets near the restaurant, and also saw the scene of Ian being taken away and the black sedan.

He quickly called Trump to tell the whereabouts of the vehicle, but learned that they had gone in that direction. Two or three streets later, Mira's surveillance lost the trace of the black car.

Half an hour later, Muto and the others came to a commercial street. Although it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, there were still crowds of people here, and Muto completely lost the smell of Ian here.

"It's not easy for the people who kidnapped Ian. They seem to be deliberately avoiding the tracking." Muto said worriedly.

Trump frowned and asked, "Is there any other way?"

Muto shook his head helplessly: "There is no other way at the moment. Unless we call the police, even if we call the police, it may be difficult to find Ian's whereabouts for a while."

Everyone discussed it briefly. Since it was a kidnapping, I believe there would be some requirements. It would be a solution to continue this way, so I had to return to the entertainment city.

But as soon as they arrived at the door, they heard a burst of hearty laughter, very familiar. When they walked in, they saw that it was not Ian, and they saw that he was chatting with Bets there very happily.

"You're all back." Ian stood up and said to Trump and the others.

"This...what is going on?" Trump looked at the scene in front of him and really couldn't figure it out.

"Well... I can't explain it clearly for a while. I'll tell you tomorrow." After Ian said that, he followed Becky who had stood up and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Muto asked hurriedly.

"I'll take Miss Becky back." Ian smiled.

"I'll go with you so that there will be no more problems." Muto said two steps forward.

"You...you go back, I don't need you to go with you." Ian said angrily, which made Trump and the others laugh.

Wu Teng was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will never get close to you within a hundred meters. This is OK."

"It's okay." Ian said, chasing two steps in parallel with Betsy.

Muto sighed helplessly and followed slowly.

Along the way, Ian and Bets had a pretty good conversation. Ian talked about his background and some interesting things when he was in the orphanage, constantly making Bets happy, sometimes worried, and sometimes surprised.

"I didn't expect that your experience was so tortuous. I was different from you, or even the opposite." After sighing, Betsy also told Ian about his previous life.

After listening, Ian understood why Amir had to ask if she had money. Becky's life when she was a child could be described as a princess. However, since his father disappeared more than ten years ago, a huge change has occurred. Her mother sold jewelry, treasures, and even the house she originally lived in was sold. It was said that it was a big fortune, but her mother had the habit of gambling, which led to her soon using up all the money. If Amir hadn't helped them directly, Becky might have become a beggar.

In recent years, Betsy has been working in Amir's restaurant, and has barely supported their mother and daughter's life until now.

"Amir is your uncle?" Ian asked.

"I always called him uncle because he has been taking care of me and my mother since I can remember." Becky thought for a moment and said.

Ian smiled and said, "Since Mr. Amir doesn't want you to work in his restaurant, why don't you come to my entertainment city to work?"

Becky stopped and looked at Ian in confusion. She looked at her for half a minute until Ian blushed again, and then she smiled and said, "Haha, you can't fall in love with me, right?"

As soon as she said this, Ian's face turned redder, which made Becky unable to hold back any longer, and tears of laughter came out.

"Well...why can you give me how much salary?" After a while, Becky finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"How much do you get in the restaurant every month?" Ian asked.

"The monthly salary plus tips can cost more than 5,000 US dollars." Becky said confidently.

"That's quite a lot." This was beyond Ian's expectations. Generally, restaurant waiters' salary is only about two thousand dollars, and even if the tip is added, it is only about three thousand dollars.

"My tip is the one I get in the restaurant." Becky said the tip, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, looking very proud.

"Then I will give you a salary of 5,000 US dollars, I don't care about the tips. If you do well, you will get a promotion and a raise, what if you do it?" Ian said half-jokingly. He didn't want Becky to think that he was catering to her. After knowing Becky, Ian didn't think Becky was a girl who had to use money to make her happy.

"The salary is pretty good, but I still have a condition." Becky whispered mysteriously approaching Ian's ear.

"What conditions?" Ian asked.

"Don't disturb me during my work hours." Becky said, then giggled again: "I'm home, I'll go to work tomorrow, goodbye."

"Hehe..." On the way back, Ian smiled foolishly from time to time, making Muto, who was following him, worried that he was stupid.

When he returned to the entertainment city, only Trump was still waiting. It was already twelve o'clock. Ian said, "Go and rest, let's talk about it tomorrow."

When Ian returned to the room, Becky's beautiful voice was still in his mind, which made him unable to fall asleep for a long time, so he had to study the Death Assistance System.

The original survival time of more than 100 days is now only thirty-four days left. However, if the physical strength was not strengthened in time and the strength and close-range fighting ability were improved, I would probably not be able to escape.

Moreover, the 100 death coins increased the power by one level, and the effect was very obvious. When Ian clenched his fists, the force from the inside out was completely different from his previous feeling. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Joey to lose his combat power with one punch.

As for the improvement of close-range fighting ability, it is not very obvious. I just feel that there are more memories of fighting in my mind, just like he did it, and there are also physical memories, just like knowing to scratch itch, you can react to attacks without thinking. Overall, it is still worth it.

But as the survival time decreased, Ian felt a sense of urgency again. I didn’t know how long it would take to take action again after receiving the cloud bomb. This matter should be considered in advance. But after looking at the God of Death resources, all the remaining ones were primary Death resources. I also said that the probability of primary resource decreased, which was almost no different from before.
Chapter completed!