**The Amazing son inw Chapter 4418**


    Despite being the eldest young master of the Fei family and the primary heir to the current patriarch, he felt a palpable sense of fear in such a setting.


    This apprehension was not unfounded—incidents involving Apple mobile phones and firearms had urred more than once in ces like this.


    As Yogi’s motorcade rolled into Brooklyn, it caught the attention of numerous street youths.


    In Brooklyn, only the most prominent gangs could afford a Rolls-Royce, and the license tes of those gang leaders were well-known among local members. Hence, it was immediately clear that these vehicles were from elsewhere.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    A few gang members felt a twinge of envy upon seeing the convoy, but rationality prevailed as they chose to simply observe the scene.


    At that moment, Yogi received a text message.


    The sender had changed their number and instructed: “To the Wharton Motel in North Brooklyn.”


    The Wharton Motel is known as the lowest-tier express hotel in the United States. It boasts the worst rooms, the least favorable location, poor management, and minimal security.


    Registering at this motel requires no documentation; one simply parks at the entrance, enters, hands over cash to the owner, and receives a room key without any further questioning.


    The owner operates under the philosophy that avoiding trouble is better than inviting it, choosing to collect money without prying into the guest’s identity or circumstances.


    As a result, the clientele often includes a mix of fugitives, clients, and addicts.


    Yogi was taken aback that the chosen meeting ce was so disreputable. He immediately forwarded the sender’s phone number to the intelligence team, hoping they could trace the sender’s location.


    However, the intelligence team reported back that the number had been shut down again.


    Given that it was a new number, there was no advance preparation, resulting in another failed attempt at locating the sender.


    This failure meant Yogi had no choice but to head to the motel as requested.


    Though he was reluctant, he steeled himself and proceeded.


    The motel was situated on the outskirts of North Brooklyn.


    Upon arriving, the convoy was greeted by at least seven or eight scantily d women loitering at the entrance. As soon as a male driver approached, the women waved enthusiastically, prompting him to stop and lower his window for a “conversation.”


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    Once an agreement was reached, the woman would either get into the passenger seat or apany the man to the motel room to engage in their business.


    Yogi grimaced at the surroundings in disgust.


    Several street girls noticed the motorcade, and some, aware of their low status, understood that they were unlikely to attract the attention of Rolls-Royce drivers.


    Yet, a few women, perhaps strung out on drugs, approached the luxurious cars, confidently knocking on the windows and scratching their heads in desperation.


    Despite their efforts, the drivers of the Rolls-Royces remained unyielding, refusing to open their windows.


    The persistent knocking continued until they reached Yogi’s vehicle.


    Through the ss, Yogi caught sight of these emaciated women, some with severely decayed teeth. The sight was enough to make him recoil, and he cursed from inside the car, “What the hell is this? Get them away from my car!”


    The bodyguard in the passenger seat turned to exin, “Master, it’s best to ignore them. They can’t knock on the window if we don’t engage. I’ll handle it.”


    He added, “Did you notice all the discarded syringes along the road? They’re all from these women. Each one is an addict, hustling to earn a few dors daily. Many are infected with AIDS from buying drugs, so for our safety, it’s wise not to open the windows.”


    “Disgusting!” Yogi spat, feeling nauseated. “It’s absolutely revolting!”


    Fortunately, the women soon lost interest, realizing that no one was engaging with them. They moved back to the curb to search for other targets.


    At that moment, Yogi’s phone buzzed again.


    He nced down and saw another text message from an unfamiliar number. The message read: “Did you see the blonde woman by the roadside missing two front teeth? Get out of the car and ce a thousand dors in her cor. She will give you something. My people are watching you; don’t try anything funny, or you’ll be waiting to collect your son’s body!”