His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 723: First Encounter with the Black Chicken

Chapter 723: Chapter 723: First Encounter with the Black Chicken

Chapter 723

She originally had good hearing, and she had to block it with some things to barely live like a normal person.

Now, the things inside had fallen out, and her left ear was immediately filled with a complex mixture of loud noises.

She took a moment to recover before putting her earplugs back in, only to suddenly hear the voice of the chubby man.

She distinguished it out, then focused on the chubby man’s voice—

"She’s with me right now. Do I need to accompany her over there?"

"Yes, but she’s waiting for Young Master White."

"I’m sure I won’t let her escape this time. I’ll make sure she gets over there. Last time was an accident."

"The ferry is coming soon. I’ll personally escort her there. This time, it must be foolproof—I don’t want to be cut in the face again."

The chubby man made a promise, and when it was almost time, he hung up the phone.

He glanced at the ferry they would be boarding soon before returning to the shop.

At first glance, Chloe Collins was nowhere to be seen.

His brain went blank, and he hurriedly started looking for her.

At the same time, Chloe Collins had already sneaked into another boat.

This boat was the fastest to leave the port, and she planned to leave first and figure things out later.

She couldn’t stay in Orlando, and she couldn’t contact her family at this time either.

She would wait for some time before doing that.

With this thought in mind, she spent the night on that boat.

Compared to a typical cruise ship, this one was small, but it had everything.

Although she had snuck on board, the people above arranged for her a bed.

After staying overnight, she learned that everyone on the ship was going to make big money.

There were men and women.

When she asked about the destination, no one knew.

But each person said, "It’s brought by relatives, it can’t be wrong."

She had a bad feeling.

By dawn, the boat suddenly docked.

Everyone was driven onto the deck, lining up, like miserable workers about to enter a factory, receiving the foreman’s scolding and education.

Chloe Collins had traveled to many places and seen many things in the past two years.

Listening to the foreman’s words, she knew it was all empty promises.

This group of people was probably going to be cheap labor.

She wasn’t interested and planned to leave after getting ashore.

At this moment, a man caught her attention.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, perhaps even older.

In the sweltering heat, he was wearing long pants, leather shoes, a brown short-sleeved shirt, a dark green tie tied loosely, a cigarette in his mouth, and a brown cowboy hat on his head. The most eye-catching part of him was a head of bright yellow hair. In addition to that, he had a tiny blue dragon tattoo on his wrist.

He was one of the group, but he stood apart from the crowd, with an unruly and wild air about him.

"Alright, stop shouting!" he called out, interrupting the foreman’s words.

And then, "I just want to ask you one question: how long does it take to get a task after entering?"

Task?

Chloe Collins heard this word, puzzled.

The foreman glanced at him and walked towards him, his beer belly protruding.

As the sunlight shone on the man’s face, he looked rebellious and seemed to view everyone as beneath him, with no fear and a bit of a carefree attitude towards the foreman.

The foreman looked at him and said, "Chad Lowell, right?"

The man named Chad Lowell had a wicked smile on his face, with the cigarette still in his mouth. "What do you want to call me for?"

Immediately afterward, the foreman suddenly threw a punch.

Though he was fat, his movements were incredibly agile!

But Chad Lowell was no slouch either. He was incredibly responsive and quickly dodged several moves. Finally, he was able to knock the foreman to the ground with just a couple of hits.

He stepped on the foreman’s belly brazenly, looking very arrogant.