"Thank you." Old Qiao's body is much better than before he went to prison, his arms are very strong, his eyes are full of tears, and his tone can't help but choke a little.
"Go directly to me? Or go back to Lao Qiao Music first." Song Ya asked, patting him on the back.
"Go to you first, Barron will go too, right?" Old Joe asked.
"Of course, you don't want to get rid of him if you don't pay the lawyer's fee." Song Ya joked.
"These **** lawyers." Old Joe scolded with a smile.
Old Mike started the car, turned around and drove in the direction of Highland Park.
"I heard the news about you and the white Hollywood actress in prison yesterday. You have a baby? According to your age, you probably should have." Old Joe's reaction was no different from other black friends. Things couldn't be more normal, and couldn't help but tease Song Ya with words.
"I haven't officially figured it out yet." Song Ya had no choice but to say so.
"Is Eric okay?"
"Of course, he works for my record company and does the tuning work."
The two talked about their former friends, the doorman of Old Joe Music, and the tattooed Karl is currently serving his sentence in another prison. He helped Old Joe carry the crime of possession of weapons, and the sentence was longer.
"When he comes out, I will have a grand party for him." Old Joe said emotionally. The aunts of the TANK combination he held up have all done bird and beast, and only occasionally gather to perform SaaMagni to make money, or Blame each other in public channels. I heard that no one came to visit Old Joe, and it was even more impossible to blame or anything.
"It should be..." Song Ya said.
"Damn it!"
Old Mike, who drove quietly, suddenly yelled and stopped the car heavily. Linda in the front passenger seat screamed. Song Ya and Old Qiao’s heads were hit on the backrest of the front seat by inertia, and they didn’t react. , Old Mike started the car again and fell back quickly.
Song Ya was tossed tightly against the car door again, and vaguely saw that the road ahead was blocked by a stumbling car. There were several black people getting on and off the car. The sky was already a bit dark, and she couldn't see her face clearly.
"It seems to be an ambush!"
Old Mike yelled while reversing into the rearview mirror.
"Ambush? Who!?" Song Ya's heart tightened, and he hasn't offended any gang members recently!
"Oh! SHXT!" Old Mike didn't answer. The rear of the car was blocked by a car that appeared suddenly behind the road, making a crisp crash, and he slammed the steering wheel.
"Hey! Don't do this! Stop! Stop!" The black man who got off the car directly blocked the way with his body. He held a gun in his hand, but did not point at the inside of the car, but opened his hands with the muzzle up.
"No!" yelled old Joe next to him.
Old Mike braked again, and the front of the car was only less than one meter away from the black man's legs.
"Who are they?" Old Mike also took out his gun and asked Old Joe angrily.
"Hell bobcat people." Old Qiao squinted out the window, "it should be them."
About five or six black people came down from the front and rear cars. They pointed their guns inside the car and slowly approached.
Someone came to open the door of the driver's seat, "Don't move!" Old Mike put a gun against his chin, and immediately he was pointed at by several guns.
"Hey! Put down your guns, old man, put down you too!" the black man who blocked the road shouted, "It's me! Old Joe, let's talk to you, APLUS is there, right?"
"Fxxk! You can wait for me to go out and call directly, or send someone to say it! Jamal!" Old Joe rolled down the car window and yelled at the man named Jamal, "You will be dead if you do this!"
"Sorry, Joe, the billionaire from South City in the car never ignored us. I usually don't have the opportunity to chat with him."
Jamal glanced at Song Ya through the car window, "Come on, big star, go to the public housing area, let's have a good chat. I want to move you but it cost me a lot of brain cells, your kid is very emotional. My subordinates also said that you might not come to pick Joe out of prison in person, but I didn't expect you to actually come."
Song Ya glanced at this premature aging face with a face full of sucking, wearing the **** bobcat's flower headband, a little familiar guy, he vaguely heard the boss of the **** bobcat's current affairs. It's called Jamal, yes, this person seems to be the follower of the big boss Kenneth before, not the kind of capable people, but those capable people are now dead, imprisoned, all over. In fact, he has only been in the position for a short time. Since Kenneth disappeared, the position of the boss of the Hell Bobcat has changed frequently.
"Do you have to go to the public housing area?" Song Ya looked at him coldly, "We haven't celebrated Jamal. My brother said that you have a relationship with you. You can ask them to talk about anything."
"Some things are not convenient for someone to talk to, come on, star." Jamal shook the gun in his hand, "Don't put on airs with me."
"APLUS, listen to him." Old Joe persuaded: "Mike, put the gun down and don't do stupid things."
Originally there was a lot of mess, and he was dealt with by the Hell Bobcat all at once. Song Ya was in shock and was in a terrible mood, but the situation is stronger than humans. The Hell Bobcat shouldn’t have his own life, otherwise it won’t. Restraint, "Mike, put the gun down."
Old Mike gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and snapped the gun back, slowly inserted the gun back to his waist, and was immediately given a gun **** by the guy who was holding his chin just now, and he passed out on the steering wheel.
Linda screamed again.
"Shut up, mother!" The other party took out a few cloth strips, opened all the doors of his car, and skillfully blindfolded the eyes of the four of them.
"Even Kenneth knew not to mess with rich people, Jamal, you wouldn't want to see me spend my money on your opponents and the police..."
Song Ya let them do what they did, but still did not forget to try to find a chance to get away for him. He knew in his heart that he was not yet begging for mercy, so he was very tough both inside and outside, "I didn't expect you to use this method to deal with it. My own person, I'll forget it, Joe is an old man in the help..."
"Fxxk! I'm just like talking to you! I wouldn't have done this if you hadn't avoided us!"
Jamal pushed him into his car and kept silent all the way, and finally stopped in the public housing area. Song Ya couldn't see it, but he could smell the familiar smell of fried food in the corridor last time.
The elevator opened and was pushed around again. Finally, he was pressed on a sofa. The blindfold was removed. After adjusting to the light, it turned out that it was the room where Kenneth met him before. The furniture and furnishings happened. Great changes have been made, but the tiger skin on the floor is still there.
"Where are my people?" He only saw Old Joe sitting next to him.
"Don't worry, I won't move them." Jamal pinned the gun to his back. "Get out." He lifted his chin to his hands.
There are only three people left in the room, "Kenneth won't use such a low method to fool himself." Old Joe said in a deep voice.
"A beautiful action, isn't it?"
Jamal didn't care, but was very contented, "If it was for ransom, I could make a lot of money by successfully kidnapping a billionaire."
"Hey! APLUS is his own! The real M-Fxxk generation is not as good as the first generation!" Old Joe scolded angrily.
"Guess how we knew he would show up?" Jamal pointed at Song Ya and said to Old Qiao: "It's not that you brag to everyone you know how much APLUS respects yourself when you get out of prison. Pick it up in person?"
"Uh..." Old Qiao flushed, "M-Fxxk..."
"Don't waste time, I can't go missing for too long, otherwise everyone in my company will mobilize to find it. It is not difficult for them to find here." Song Ya feels that Jamal is not trying to kidnap herself, which is not in compliance with the rules. After all, there are many people in the Hell Bobcats who are happy to have a big star who has helped to maintain a faint relationship.