Ikana was stunned by this straight hook.

Ever since she was little, no one has pursued her.

On the contrary, she started to shape up and pay attention to her figure and adjust her image since she was 15 years old.

Those who pursue her can line up from the Brooklyn Bridge to the Hudson Bay.

The method used to pursue her among many suitors.

It can be said to be diverse.

But no one has ever been as direct as Abel.

"Are you kidding?" Ikana was stunned and whispered.

"I'm serious." Abel responded with a smile.

Ikana suddenly didn't know how to respond.

She had no choice but to smile at Abel and continue jogging.

Abel followed, and the two of them ran slowly on the track in Central Park.

But the previously pleasant atmosphere became a bit ambiguous and awkward.

"Hey~ bro."

Later, Ikana’s bodyguard said to Abel’s bodyguard:

"It seems like your boss wants to pursue my boss.

It’s not that easy. There are many people pursuing my boss, but I haven’t seen a single one succeed.”

Johnson, the black bodyguard, has the same cold iceberg face as always.

Lin, the Asian bodyguard, had a much kinder attitude and responded with a smile:

"Not always."

Ikana's bodyguard wanted to say a few more words, but found that the two employers in front of him had stopped.

He shut up quickly.

The reason why Ikana and Abel stopped earlier was because of Abel.

They stopped behind an old white man.

The old white man seemed to be a painter. He was unfolding a drawing board on the grass in Central Park, arranging many drawing tools, and drawing on the drawing board with a sketch pen.

There are many street artists and painters like the old man in Central Park.

There are similar people here every day, doing various things.

"What's wrong?"

Ikana, who was still thinking about how to deal with Abel's direct and unabashed pursuit, asked him curiously.

"I want to give you a gift." Abel smiled.

Ikana was nervous.

Giving gifts so soon?

I saw Abel walking up to the old white man and patting the old man's shoulder gently.

"Hey, painter. I want to discuss something with you."

"Sketching portraits costs $20 a piece and takes fifteen minutes.

Show body and movements, $40 per ticket, half an hour.”

The old man didn't even look back, didn't stop the brush in his hand, and said directly.

At this time, Ikana also came over and saw that what the old man was drawing on the drawing board was the scenery in front of Central Park.

A musical bear statue, the painting is very good and can be said to be lifelike.

She was thinking, does this man want this street artist to draw a sketch for her and give it to her as a gift?

If that's the case, it's really special.

But it's not very special.

"No, old man, I don't need you to draw." Abel said with a smile.

"Then why are you disturbing me?" The old man turned around dissatisfied, his mouth already grinning, and he looked like he was about to curse.

But when he looked back, he found that the person who interrupted his work was a tall and muscular young man.

I couldn't help but swallow the foul words I was about to say.

The old man looked fierce and fearful, pointed at the NYPD patrolling not far away, and then looked at Abel: "What do you want to do?"

Abel smiled and shook his head, snapping his fingers.

Lin, the Asian bodyguard, immediately ran over with a backpack on his back.

"Give him two hundred dollars."

Lin immediately took out two hundred dollars in cash from his backpack and handed it to the old man.

The old man took it blankly and checked to see if it was a real note.

"For 200 U.S. dollars, I can draw ten portraits for you. Or five full-length portraits." said the old man holding a dollar bill.

"I don't need you to draw. I just want to borrow your tools temporarily." Abel pointed to the drawing board and the pile of sketching tools.

"Uh... no, these are all my treasures..."

"Snapped"

Abel snapped his fingers again, "Give him another two hundred dollars."

Bodyguard Lin handed over another two hundred dollars in cash.

The old man had received a total of four hundred US dollars, and his cloudy eyes were about to shine.

His dry lips curled up, and he became greedy, wanting more.

Abel reacted faster and said softly:

"If it's not enough, then forget it, Lin, take our money back and leave."

The old man, who opened his mouth for more, was startled when he saw the bodyguard Lin, who was reaching out to take the money.

This old man, who looked to be in his sixties, was not as agile as he should be for his age.

He suddenly jumped up and shouted: "You can't take the money back, I'll give you everything. I don't want it anymore!"

After leaving such a sentence, he ran away quickly, his movements were unbelievable.

He doesn't look like an old man at all.

Bodyguard Lin looked back at the boss, who smiled and shrugged.

Lin said: "Boss, with all due respect, these things are not worth four hundred dollars. They are only worth fifty at most in second-hand stores. Even if they are brand new, they will not be more than one hundred and two dollars."

All that the old street painter left behind was a somewhat worn drawing board.

Dozens of pieces of drawing paper, a dozen used sketch pens, a simple shrinking stool and some erasers and the like.

None of these things are new, and as Lin said, none of them are valuable.

"It doesn't matter. Just think of it as today, we sent good luck to this down-and-out painter." Abel said with a smile.

Even in Manhattan, New York, earning $400 a day is a high income.

Lin shrugged, "You are always so kind. But there is a little trouble over there."

He pointed to the southwest on the left, where there were two NYPDs. When he saw the movement here, he walked this way.

Without Abel's orders, Edward, the white man in the bodyguard group, took the initiative to greet him.

In the United States, it is safer and more effective to always have a white face when dealing with the police.

At this time Ikana couldn't help but said: "Is this a prank?"

She was referring to Abel using money to trick old street painters.

"no."

Abel smiled: "This is a strange behavior of a male pursuing a female."

Lin was about to retreat when he heard the boss's straightforward words.

I was very surprised.

The boss has always been full of tricks when it comes to pursuing women.

Why have you become so straightforward? It’s just like Nico.

Even more vulgar than Brother Ni.

But then he thought, maybe the boss was prescribing the right medicine?
To be continued...