Chapter 647 Unexpected Discovery

"Please don't harass our dancer." The bartender originally thought this will bring resonance, but did not expect Leon to get more angry.

"There were a couple of guys just now. Why didn't you say anything?" Leon said, squinting at him,

"See we are fellow countrymen, easy to bully?"

"I didn't mean that..." the bartender saw Leon's fierce face and hesitantly rebutted.

Jacob finally came to his senses. He shot the bartender a cold look and whispered something to Leon, who waved his hand to his men and let them take the bartender out.

Coming out of the warm bar, Jacob sobered up and saw the bartender's face full of indignation. He needed someone to blow off some steam, so without hesitation, he let Leon and the others teach a lesson to the bartender.

In a dark alley, the bartender could not resist the four people with his both hands. He was quickly knocked to the ground. He held his head, and the blood that was oozing from his forehead could not be covered between his fingers.

"All right," Jacob said after his anger had subsided, lighting a cigarette. "Don't kill him."

Even though Jacob had said so, Leon kicked the man again and squatted down to look at his ID. Just then, one of their men at the bar guarding came running over, and looked a little flustered.

"Why are you panicking?" Jacob asked, looking askance at him as he puffed smoke into the air.

"Boss, just now I met the police at the bar door cross-examination." The man quickly answered.

"So what..." Jacob said nonchalantly.

"They are looking for you!" said the man anxiously.

"What?!" Jacob looked back at him and said, "Are you sure?!"

Jacob has never shied away from the USA police deliberately. Because of the border issue, he didn't have to worry about a domestic warrant going out all over the world, or someone can get the local authorities to cooperate in his arrest. So, when he heard his man's words, he expressed his doubts directly.

"It's true!" said the man busily,

"They have your photo in their hands. I pretended to identify it carefully and said that I don't know you. I even tried to find out something. I heard from them that you were reported by the landlord because you didn't pay your rent on time. Boss, is that true?"

Jacob frowned deeply. He thought for a long time and hid himself in the shadows under the dim light.

"Boss, someone is using the police to hunt you down." Leon had been around long enough to see the problem.

"That's right," Jacob said, nodding his head. "The USA police have a very strong case against each other, and the cases are not interacted with. I did rent a house in San Francisco, and even if I did get reported, it wouldn't have been pursued by the state police... And besides, it can't possibly be that serious!"

Wanted by the USA for rent arrears? What a joke!

"It's a good thing Dick discovered it early, or we'd still be wandering the streets," Leon said as he stood up.

"Dick, you're doing great," Jacob said, praising his man as he thought of a way out.

Dick smiled sheepishly and then asked Jacob, "Boss, what do we do now?"

Jacob's biggest headache was this question. He had been hiding from Lucia and Spencer, living like a rat. If he was wanted by the police, how long would he be able to escape?

The frown deepened as Jacob's gaze subconsciously focused on the bartender, who was still groaning on the floor, and he saw something... owns this text.

"Leon!" Jacob's eyes gleamed with surprise as he asked Leon, "Does this bartender look like me?"

Leon didn't understand why Jacob was asking, but looked down at the bartender for a moment and said,

"It's quite similar..."

"Give me his I. D.," Jacob said, reaching out to Leon with a knowing smile. "Let's see what his name is..."

The night was cold, and a great conspiracy grew up in the obscurity of the night.

Spencer had been in custody for three days, and during that time, he had kept quiet about the police's accusations. As soon as he started the trial, he started repeating Nia's intention to frame him, causing the police's interrogation to go nowhere.

Coming out of the interrogation room, the officer in charge of the case said to his men, "Spencer has been keeping his mouth shut, and there is a way out of this. Contact Miss Davidson right away and see if you can get access to her evidence."

"Okay." After returning to the office, the police tried to contact Nia, but they couldn't get through to her phone. They had no choice but to call her assistant, who unexpectedly gave him an unexpected answer. "Sir, she is out of the country." The police immediately told the news to their superiors.

"What? Why did she go abroad at such a sensitive time?" The captain frowned.

"Her assistant said she had to go to USA on business, but we couldn't stop her," the policeman said helplessly.

While the captain and his subordinates were talking about Nia's erratic behavior, Nia had arrived in San Francisco.

Speaking of which, this was Nia's first time abroad, and if it weren't for Kevin, who was steady and reliable, accompanying her, she might have gotten lost on a strange street in San Francisco.

After settling into a hotel that Kevin had arranged for them, Nia asked about Jacob,

"Kevin, can I meet Jacob?"

"I'll ask for permission," Kevin answered calmly, but his heart was filled with dissatisfaction with Nia. If this woman hadn't acted rashly, he wouldn't have been blamed by Jacob. Even though he had already been monitoring her well in the company, but who would have thought she'd go and sue Spencer for rape and make such a big deal out of it?

"Can you ask Jacob for me? He's still mad at me... I'm afraid to ask him myself..." Nia lowered her head and said in a low voice.

Kevin rolled his eyes, told Nia to get some rest, and went out.

That night, Nia met with the person she was supposed to meet in San Francisco, Spencer's father Erik.

Jacob's idea for Nia was to reach out to his father, and Spencer may be able to calm down, but his father was definitely more anxious than he was, and he was the key to resolving this impasse.