My love never ends

Chapter 68 Fighting

At the same time, Bob sat on the sofa at home, looking a little dispirited. There were many paper bags around him, several drink bottles and cans piled up on the floor, and the fast-food boxes were piled up on the floor.

He hadn't gone out for several days.

During this period, he was very busy. All kinds of phone calls and information came to him. Many evidences collected from the outside world were breakthroughs, but just a breakthrough.

The strange thing was that no matter how he speculated, the problem just stopped at the same point. There were even some different information conflicts.

So he still couldn't find the most crucial evidence.

Besides, the court would retrial the prosecution soon!

Bob was reading through all the evidence gloomily and anxiously.

Ring ring......

Before long, his phone rang.

"Hello. I'm Bob." Hearing the voice on the phone, he sighed and pulled himself together, wondering what kind of evidence the people sent by him had found.

"Sir, those who provided the evidence disappeared inexplicably. The clue was suspended, and their statements were blocked." The man on the other side of the phone said seriously.

Hearing this, Bob was stunned. What the hell was going on?

"Check if we can find any clue. There must be something going on behind us." Bob sighed helplessly and pressed his temples with his thumb. The enemies were hiding in the dark while he was on the light. The result of investigation would probably be forged by the other party to confuse them.

So he had no hope for it. After a pause, Bob suddenly asked, "by the way, do you know where the most people are at night?"

The person on the phone was silent for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "bar? In the south of the city, there is a bar, which is the most popular, owns almost all kinds of wines in the world and gathers all kinds of people."

Bob heard carefully and made some secret plans.

"Thank you." Bob answered politely, rolling the pencil in his hand with his deep eyes.

He hung up the phone with frustration. First, he had no key evidence. Second, his testimony was missing. This case was so...... He didn't know how to describe it properly.

If he won the battle, his reputation would have a qualitative leap; if he lost, not to mention how Lily would think of him, his own reputation would also decrease greatly.

Thinking of this, Bob stood up by accident, casually put on his coat and went out without clearing up the garbage.

With a dull look in his eyes, he walked into a fancy bar.

"Would you like a drink?" The waiter standing at the front desk answered respectfully with a hint of flattery in his tone.

If it was in the way of a gentleman as usual, Bob would definitely give the waiter a lesson of so-called ideology education. But now he even could not take care of himself. How could he have any mood to

care about these?

"Please give me a cup of Polish vodka." Bob ordered the strongest wine in the world. He now needed to relieve the stress.

The waiter was stunned for a while and the smile on his face became a little rigid. After a long while, he came to his senses and hurried the barmaids around him to start extracting the smell of wine.

Bob looked around, and his eyes were no longer dull but bright.

"Here you are." The waiter looked at him in confusion when he put the wine on the table.

But since he had stayed in the bar for a long time, he had seen a lot of people like him. He quickly shifted his attention.

Instead being a gentleman as usual, Bob poured the wine into his mouth without any hesitation. At the moment, he felt as if his chest had been burned by the fire. His face turned red and he looked at the people around him carefully.

He gulped down the wine. The waiter looked at him and persuaded him in low voice.

Bob ignored him and abruptly put his wine glass on the table with a clang.

Then he put the money on the table, got up and left.

"Sir!" The waiter shouted anxiously, "sir! I haven't given you the change yet! "

He didn't know whether he had heard his words or not. Bob just kept walking far unsteadily without looking back.

He walked along the quiet street alone.

It was a dark night without a star, which made him so hopeless.

Drunk and dizzy, Bob looked like a fool. Sometimes he knocked over a wooden chair on the roadside, sometimes kicked over the trash can beside him, and sometimes staggered to the middle of the road.

Fortunately, there were no cars in the late night and there were only a few trees alongside the street. But Bob still looked very terrible.

At this moment, the grass beside him rustled. A group of hooligans walked out.

They stood in front of Bob. Bob squinted at them for a long time before he frowned and wanted to go around them.

Then the hooligans followed Bob's movements.

"Get out of the way," Bob said drunkenly. Then, he pushed away one of the hooligans, and was about to go back home.

"Mr. Wang, please come with us." One of the young man said arrogantly.

They didn't think that with Bob's frail body, there was any room for him to resist.

Giving a glance at them, Bob continued to walk forward.

"Mr. Wang, we cannot get our money if you leave." A young man stopped him and said rascally.

"What?" Having been stopped for three times, Bob's already displeased mood was aggravated. He stopped walking with a hint of anger. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

At this moment, the young men looked at each other, and they rushed straight towards him, wanting to tie him up.

Bob stared at them blankly. Feeling the pain of his body, he seemed to get his nerves out of control. He pulled up his sleeves, crazily kicked the man around him with a wooden stick on the ground.

Those young men didn't expect that they were hit. They were filled with anger and rushed over to hit back desperately.

Bob was so drunk that it was hard to imagine his fighting capacity.

A young man put his hand on Bob's shoulder, and threw him onto the ground.

At the same time, someone rushed over. Bob staggered to another side as he was careless, so the man didn't hit him. Instead, he hit a follower of him......

After a while, Bob, who looked very gentle in usual, easily knocked down a dozen of men, waved his hands, moved his neck and frowned. It seemed that he wanted more rivals.

Seeing a pile of people on the ground, Bob threw the wooden stick in his hand and dragged them into a hidden bushes. He was about to go home to sleep.

As soon as he walked out of the grass, he suddenly felt something dark in front of his eyes. Then, his head was hit heavily by someone, and he fell down to the ground dizzily.