I made up myths in America

Chapter 32 is so similar (please give me more monthly tickets)

Half a month passed in a flash.

Although he was happy to be with the Shusha tribe members, Lu Bai was still ready to leave.

After all, no one can stand eating grilled fish and meat every day without any spiritual entertainment activities.

Lu Bai was able to hold on for half a month because he had no choice but to compromise as these people kept pestering him and forcing him to tell the rest of the story of The Perfect Monkey King's Adventures.

He had to leave today.

He didn't even say hello to these 'fanatic fans', and just left some delicious food and barbecue seasoning he brought from the real world there.

Lu Bai's body turned into a stream of water and dispersed, leaving the foot of the mountain where the Shusha hunting team was temporarily staying, and came to the edge of the cliff where Ju Fu usually liked to stay.

Then he heard a loud noise like thunder and an earthquake coming from the nose of Ju Fu who was lying there sleeping.

Wow, no wonder he hasn’t seen this good brother these days. It seems he is sleeping here.

"I finally understand why these strange beasts have such long lifespans. They can sleep longer than Peng Zu."

Lu Bai shook his head and waved his hand. Hundreds of jars of high-proof liquor that he had specially purchased from China appeared on the ground.

This is a gift he brought specially for his good brother.

"That's yours."

Before leaving, Lu Bai shouted towards Yunxia and pointed to two jars of top-quality nectar next to the wine jar.

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No response as usual.

This homebody bird stays in the clouds all day long, looking extremely cool and aloof.

Lu Bai didn't care about it. After saying something, he left.

And not long after Lu Bai left.

The beautiful clouds in the sky spread out to both sides, and two huge and lively bird heads, one blue and one red, quietly emerged from them.

Because the time ratio between the mountain and sea world and the real world is 100:1.

By the time Lu Bai returned, less than four hours had passed, and it was just time for lunch.

"Finally, I can eat something different."

As a typical flower-growing family, Lu Bai was almost driven to depression these days.

He took out a piece of fish meat from the Mountain and Sea Realm that was almost two meters long and was stored in the Bai Ze Monster Map, and prepared to process it carefully.

First, the most tender part...

Lu Bai held the kitchen knife and narrowed his eyes slightly.

next moment.

The knife light flashed in the air so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

By the time Lu Bai calmly put away his knife, the fish slices, evenly thick and thin, were perfectly suitable for hot pot or boiled fish. They had been automatically and neatly arranged on the plate.

Lu Bai will use these to make spicy boiled fish.

Then came the whole piece of fish skin that had just been taken off. With a flash of the knife, it was cut into shreds and placed on the plate.

These can be used to make cold fish skin later.

In addition, the fish bones would be delicious if they were stewed with the giant wild mushrooms he picked from Chongwu Mountain.

The remaining scraps can be chopped up and made into fish dumplings and sweet and sour fish fillets.
“That’s what life is all about.”

More than an hour later, after everything was done, Lu Bai sat in the restaurant contentedly, eating the delicious food he had made while watching the news.

He planned to see if there was any special news on TV that could inspire him to do something strange.

I really saw the result.

A bald white man who looks like a bad guy is taking advantage of the Harrisburg fire to passionately express his political views to the public, such as strengthening New York's public service facilities and infrastructure.

To sum it up, choose me, Wilson Paul. I will definitely give you great value for your money and make your whole family live a good life!

"It's true that if I didn't look for you, you would jump out on your own."

Lu Bai watched the live election broadcast on TV with a strange expression.

He is very familiar with the name Wilson Paul.

After all, when he first came here, he heard this name from the gang leader Freeman Morgan who kidnapped him.

At that time, he thought that he had just arrived and had to be cautious before he got familiar with the environment, so he did not deal with the enemy immediately.

Unexpectedly, the other party would now take the initiative to jump out and plan to run for New York City council member as a real estate businessman.

You think you are Tang Pu? Lu Bai rolled his eyes and turned off the TV with the remote control.

He decided that the next person he wanted to develop would be among this guy's enemies. For Lu Bai, who could enter dreams, this was not a difficult task.

More than ten hours later.

Night falls.

In a villa on New York's Upper East Side, near Central Park.

The heavy breathing of the man and woman had just begun when it came to an end. Catherine, who had been prepared to be severely tortured tonight, was stunned.

No, you're just a tough guy. Then why do you need me to sleep with you?!

"what!!"

The next second, Catherine's hair was pulled up fiercely.

Wilson Paul, a tall and portly man who preferred to wear white suits, looked at her gloomily, his voice unrecognizable as either emotion or anger.

"I think I saw it. Are you laughing at me?!"

"No, no, Mr. Wilson, I'm just savoring the intense feeling just now. You were amazing."

Catherine felt pain and fear, but she did not dare to offend the bald fat man in front of her.

Because she is just an ordinary internet celebrity, while the other party is a well-known real estate businessman in New York, who is said to have a gang background.

"Oh, you stinky bitch, you still dare to lie? I have already seen the mockery on your face just now."

Wilson Paul suddenly became furious, grabbed the metal ashtray beside the bed and smashed it on Catherine's forehead.

again and again.

Soon, blood dyed the white bed sheet red. The fitness internet celebrity, who was a little famous on the Internet, had blood all over her face. She fell on the bed, twitched a few times, and then became motionless.

"Drag it away and deal with it."

Wilson Paul looked as if he had stepped on an ant. There was no extra expression on his face. He adjusted his tie, went to the living room, poured himself a glass of red wine to help him sleep, and thought about how he could successfully win the New York City Council election.

Just kill other election opponents?

No, that's too obvious and breaks the rules.

What about exposing other people's negative information?

It doesn't seem to work either, because he has more negative news than everyone else combined.

"Being a poor congressman is really troublesome."

After thinking about it for a long time but finding no good solution, Wilson Paul put down his glass in annoyance and prepared to throw these problems to his campaign team tomorrow.

He didn't spend so much money to hire them in vain.

"Hoo, hoo!"

Soon, this real estate businessman, whose character is a bit like Kingpin in Marvel, but whose whole body is made of fat instead of muscle, lay on the soft bed and fell asleep.

At this moment, a strand of Lu Bai's mental power quietly sneaked into his dream and began to search his memories.

"Murder, kidnapping, human trafficking, and drug trafficking—this Mr. Wilson is truly capable!"

Even Lu Bai was shocked. He didn't expect that his enemy had such a rich criminal record and was so cruel that even he, the mastermind behind the scenes, couldn't stand it.

"I have to arrange it. I have to give him the most painful death possible."

Lu Bai looked disgusted and frowned as he continued to search through his bloody memories. He soon found what he wanted.

Frank Clinton, a former U.S. Marine, later joined the New York Drug Enforcement Task Force.

Because he almost found Wilson Paul's drug factory, Wilson Paul suffered heavy losses and was retaliated by the gang leader. His wife and two of his three children died tragically, and only the youngest daughter Olivia survived.

Frank, who finally learned the news, was filled with anger and found the killer who caused the car accident. He brutally killed him and his entire family.

Because of this incident, Frank Clinton was arrested and sentenced to 21 years in prison. He is still imprisoned in Florence Prison.

His youngest daughter Olivia was sent to a public orphanage in New York because she had no guardian.

Don't tell me, don't tell me
After reading about Frank Clinton's experience, Lu Bai's inexplicable sense of déjà vu became even stronger.

If Wilson Paul is the Pinduoduo version of Kingpin, then Frank Clinton is the murderous man - the Punisher.

“How can they be so similar?!”

In a villa in Queens, Lu Bai touched his chin and quickly made a decision.

No need to choose, it’s him!

(End of this chapter)