People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Upon hearing this, the waiter's face lit up with a wide smile. "Okay!! Thank you, boss!!!"

In the world of capitalism, the power of money is no joke.

This is not.

There was no need to wait at all; just a few minutes later, the wine for Ding Ze and the other three was delivered.

The wine was delivered, and the waiter voluntarily stepped aside.

“Three beautiful ladies, please,” Ding Ze said with a smile, in a gentlemanly manner.

The four of them started drinking.

One round, two rounds, three rounds...

The three girls, one after another, surrendered in a daze.

"I give up, handsome, you're amazing..."

"I give up, I can't drink anymore, I'll throw up if I drink any more."

"Damn it, I give up. I didn't expect you to be such a good drinker. Alright, let's go."

Thanks to his drunken skills, Ding Ze was still quite sober. Upon hearing this, he quickly stood up and said, "Then let's go."

The three girls also got up.

One of the girls was already almost unable to stand.

Seeing this, Ding Ze had no choice but to go up and help him.

The four of them strolled leisurely toward the back door of the bar.

Not too far away.

Mickey, who was still drinking beer at the bar, looked at this scene with mixed feelings.

Damn it!

Leaving now?

So what should I do?

But having money is fucking awesome!

……

-

After a night, Ding Ze woke up, got out of bed, lit a cigarette, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Money is fucking amazing in a place like America.

This kind of life is so great!

From here, you can see a large part of Miami and the distant ocean.

Looking at this scene, Ding Ze felt extremely comfortable.

Time flies.

The three girls woke up one after another, tidied themselves up quickly, and then took the paper and pen from the bedside table to leave their names and phone numbers. Instead of feeling ashamed, they said goodbye to Ding Ze with reluctance.

"Handsome, you must call me next time you have time."

"That night was perfect, thank you handsome."

"Remember to call me, I'll bring some new friends with me."

After saying goodbye, the three girls prepared to leave together.

“Okay, definitely, I’ll take you,” Ding Ze said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He walked to his suit jacket, took out ten thousand US dollars, and casually handed it to one of the girls. “This is for travel expenses. Use the rest to buy some clothes.”

Having said that, this money doesn't represent speculative investment, and it doesn't involve any insults.

The three girls smiled together and didn't refuse.

Ding Ze only escorted the person to the door before returning to his room.

I rested for a while.

Ding Ze changed his clothes, didn't check out, went out, and planned to take a walk on the beach. So, he called Mickey.

Mickey, his face bruised and swollen, was sleeping in an ordinary hotel when he heard his phone ring and opened his eyes.

"Where are you? Come out for a walk," Ding Ze said.

Mickey glanced at the time groggily. "I don't know where I am or where you are. I'll come find you."

“Okay,” Ding Ze said, suggesting a location.

About twenty minutes passed.

Mickey arrived.

Seeing Mickey's expression, Ding Ze couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong with you?"

Mickey was a little embarrassed, but he still kept a straight face and said defiantly, "I got beaten up in the bar, but the guy who beat me up was in even worse shape."

"What happened?" Ding Ze asked, somewhat curious.

Mickey hesitated for a moment, "I don't know either. I just went over and asked a woman if she wanted to do it, and a guy next to her rushed out and punched me."

Ding Ze: "....."

Well, this is something Mickey is definitely capable of doing.

After all, this approach does work in that slum on Chicago's South Side.

“This isn’t your slum, so this approach is unlikely to work,” Ding Ze said with a smile and a shake of his head.

Mickey remained silent.

Ding Ze didn't say much. "Let's go for a walk by the sea. If we see a clothing store on the way, go buy a few outfits and tidy yourself up."

Mickey was indeed aware that his outfit didn't quite fit the city of Miami.

People in Miami dress relatively casually, but casual is casual, and sloppy is sloppy; they are not the same thing.

"it is good."

The two quickly got into the car.

Passing by a clothing store, Mickey went in and picked out a few outfits. He immediately threw away all his old clothes, put on the new ones, and looked much more energetic.

The two continued walking towards the beach.

As we walked...

Sudden.

Several police cars parked on the roadside, the cordon, and a crowd of onlookers caught Ding Ze's attention.

Keep in mind, this is Miami…

So……

'Dexter?'

Thinking to himself, Ding Ze quickly stepped on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Let's go over there and see what's going on."

Mickey: "???"

Mickey genuinely couldn't understand Ding Ze. He couldn't comprehend how someone like Ding Ze could act like a gossip and be interested in watching the drama unfold.

Despite his doubts, Mickey didn't argue and got off the bus.

Behind the cordon, there was an old hotel with a swimming pool in its front yard, where many police officers were busy.

Squeezing into the crowd, Ding Ze saw this familiar scene and immediately smiled, understanding what was going on. So, he quickly squeezed forward to the very front and looked at the swimming pool.

This look.

Dexter Morgan, Angel Betista, and Vincent Massouka, standing in the pool, along with the fragmented body parts at the bottom of the pool, gradually came into Ding Ze's view.

"Hello, Dexter."

Ding Ze glanced at Dexter Morgan and muttered to himself with a smile. He wasn't particularly surprised by this; he just thought it made sense.

This is Miami; it would be abnormal without Dexter, the bloodthirsty forensic pathologist.

Immediately, Ding Ze shifted his gaze, searching for Debra Morgan.

Soon.

found it.

Debra, dressed as a prostitute, stood in the doorway of a hotel room, a cigarette dangling from her lips, gazing at the swimming pool with an anxious expression.

Ding Ze carefully examined Debra.

By his standards, Debra was hardly pretty; she was far less attractive than the three girls who left that morning, not just in terms of her face, but also in terms of her figure.

In short, he had no interest in Debra.

Therefore, after only a brief glance, Ding Ze looked back at Dexter.

Since the TV series Dexter has also been incorporated into this world, he naturally wants to have some fun with it.