Kapitel 229: Chapter 183 Money is Not a Problem_1

The air was heavy with the scent of perfume, so thick that the smell of blood had been completely masked, but Gao Guang felt the suffocating perfume was even more unbearable than the blood.

Staying in a hotel where five people had just died felt somewhat off, but in Baghdad these past years, too many had died; living in a house where someone had died didn't seem like a big deal anymore.

As for Duhe coming to deliver his own death, aside from leaving behind the scent of blood and forcing the hotel to clean up, surprisingly, it caused no ripple at all.

The most magical thing about Baghdad was that it operated by the true law of the jungle.

The Iraqi Government feared the Americans, the Americans feared the Iraqi people, the people feared the Iraqi Government; that was pretty much the cycle. As for someone like Duhe, dead meant dead. There might be all sorts of troubles to follow, but none would come from legal issues,