"So you gave all your money to your girlfriend, two thousand dollars, you are really willing to spend all your money." Paqui covered his heart in pain, winked and showed an exaggerated expression, "Naive, innocent fool. Alas,

This is how Lena was deceived by your father."

Dean's expression stiffened.

Pacquiao did not continue to pursue the issue of money. He sat upright, removed the joking look on his face, and used his left hand to rub the dreamcatcher tattoo on the back of his neck.

"You and that little guy named Rust were able to investigate to this point purely by relying on inferences and a few confessions that are not known to be true or false. You two have good luck and intuition, and you have the potential to be private detectives. If you were in high school

If you don’t want to go to college after graduation, you might consider getting a private detective license.”

"So, is there any problem with the direction of our investigation?" Dean asked expectantly, "Do you think I should call the police?"

"It's better to hire a private detective than to hire the LVPD. It's impossible for this group of rich white bodyguards to investigate a girl who has no father or mother, no social connections, and lives in the sewers. Otherwise, the desert and rice fields of Vegas

There won’t be so many unknown dead bodies buried in Dehuli.”

Paquet's tone was full of disdain for the LVPD. It was obvious that he had some unpleasant past experiences. He shook his head and continued his analysis.

"The target you chose is very accurate. Quiet neighborhoods far away from the city center are areas with high incidence of crime. And dance clubs, nightclubs, and bars like Barka Disco are the center of all criminal activities. Think about the people who haunt them?"

"Alcoholic, young man with excess energy..." Dean said uneasily,

"Don't forget the weed vendors and the gangsters." A strange blush appeared on Paqui's face. "Alcohol, loud music, boiling hormones, 'herbal medicine'...any of these may make people lose control and walk away."

On to the path of sin.”

"So, your girlfriend Mona was probably targeted when she was passing by the dance hall." Paqui said cruel words calmly,

"You are assuming!" Dean's head tightened, he gripped the armrests of the chair, and subconsciously retorted,

"Besides assuming, do you have any other options?" Paquet lit a Marlboro and took a deep breath. After a while, hazy smoke spewed out of his nose, making his cheeks blurred and change.

"Currently, you can only find all possible hypotheses, eliminate them one by one, and then find the most reasonable one. That is the answer."

Paquet took a long breath and put out most of the unfinished cigarette.

"The surveillance camera in the ballroom is a clue, but don't hold out too much hope. According to my experience as a bodyguard, the video tapes of the current mainstream surveillance equipment cannot be retained for as long as half a month. A week is enough."

Dean stood up suddenly and turned to the wall clock in the hall - 11 o'clock

It's the busiest time in the ballroom..

He couldn't wait to run out of the yard.

"Come back, kid. I'm going north tomorrow. This work is very troublesome. I'll have to leave for at least half a year and stay out until next year. Have a good chat with me tonight. You also need to rest." Paqui looked at Man Yan.

The bloodshot nephew said, "Tomorrow is the weekend, and Barca Disco will be open during the day."

"Besides, Mona has been missing for half a month, which is too long. To be honest, according to my experience, there is no difference if she goes one day earlier or later."

"Shut up, what's the difference?" Dean's head trembled and he gritted his teeth.

"Reality is so cruel, you don't want to admit it? Then use your fists to convince me."

Paquet raised his finger at him provocatively.

…

Dean looked at the 80/100 fighting progress in the system.

He suddenly bent his legs, spread them slightly wider than his shoulders, lowered his head slightly, stretched out his arms forward, and looked at the opposite side coldly, with anger surging in his eyes. He needed to vent!

He rushed towards the big Indian man fiercely and pushed the recliner under the opponent's buttocks with both hands.

The power gap is too big.

If he can't grab Paquet's body, he'll attack something else.

But the moment his hand touched the chair.

A warm hand pressed between his chest and abdomen, and with a slight lift, his body involuntarily lifted off the ground with this upward force.

At the same time, the other hand pressed on his lower back.

Use both hands simultaneously.

Dean's body turned instantly, his head and feet were upside down, and the world was spinning.

Bang!

When he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground, his mouth full of mud, and his bones were soft and seemed to be falling apart.

Paquet stood two meters away with his hands folded across his chest, standing up like a violent bear patrolling the forest.

"Newcomers, don't make moves easily before you know your opponent well. Doing so just exposes your own weaknesses! What I taught you yesterday, use it and show me!"

Dean silently climbed up, keeping a low standing posture, carefully turning in circles, approaching him, reaching out to play with it.

…

Paquet grabbed Dean's arm with lightning speed, his huge body paused, and he moved backwards, his back pressing against Dean's waist.

Work hard!

Bang!

Dean was thrown violently over the shoulder.

When his back hit the ground, his cheeks twitched, his competitive spirit surged in the pain, and he gritted his teeth and got up immediately.

…

Paquet sprinted with a stature at an alarming speed, and his huge body pounced below Dean like lightning.

The latter tried his best to step back and lowered himself in an attempt to press his back.

You try to get rid of Paquet's diving grapple, and your proficiency +1!

He was too slow and his strength was too weak. A pair of big steel-clamp-like hands hugged his legs, lifting him off the ground and losing his center of gravity.

At the same time, Paquet's shoulders pressed against his waist and abdomen, and the huge force caused him to sprint backwards and fall to the ground, his head buzzing.

…

Again and again!

Pacqua was like a cold-blooded wrestling machine, constantly knocking Dean down and adding bruises to his body.

And Dean was like a training dummy, never saying a word and enduring all the pain.

I don't know how long it took.

The proficiency +1 that kept flashing suddenly stopped!

A large number of records suddenly flashed through the system.

Whether fighting level 0 (100/100) is upgraded.

yes!

Fighting lv1(0/200)

Level up.

Physique:11→11.5

Strength:10→10.5

Sensitivity:11→11.5

…

A warm force exploded in the body and flowed throughout the body in an instant.

Dean, who was standing low, felt his whole body tremble.

Muscle fibers wriggle under the skin like thousands of sandworms, stretching the muscles and causing it to feel hot and itchy.

In an instant, the muscles under the clothes bulged, and the outline became clearer.

Sparring, wrestling, boxing...even the knack of using daggers and sticks emerged...

Fighting skills that Dean had rarely experienced before continued to come into his mind one after another.

Pacque seized the opportunity and sprinted towards Dean's lower body again, intending to hug his legs. Another hug and throw would make him remember!

But an arm shot out halfway and magically grabbed Paquet's right wrist and pulled him back.

He suddenly saw Dean with a lower center of gravity - he came first and held his right hand with his left hand, while his right hand retracted his elbow and clamped his left wrist sooner or later.

Lightning flint.

He lost sight of his goal.

Dean suddenly turned left and pressed against Paquet's back, pinned the heel of his foot with his left foot, and took advantage of the situation——

Anger, fear, fear, give it all!

Bang!

The behemoth landed heavily.

Paquet's vision went dark, his face was buried in the grass, and he fell to the ground!
To be continued...