"Miami is great, the sunshine feels so warm on the skin."
At Miami International Airport, Link put on his sunglasses and looked up at the clear blue sky. The sun was fervently bright, and even in October, there was not a trace of coolness to be felt. Wearing a jacket, Link had been off the plane for only a few minutes and was already feeling a bit stuffy.
The atmosphere in Miami was livelier than in New York. In front of the airport terminal, many men and women in T-shirts and shorts boldly displayed their curvaceous figures and wheat-colored skin under the sun.
"Haha, I also think Miami is nice, it's full of hot chicks. I should've come to Miami earlier."
Dino took off his shirt, revealing all his tattoos—a picture of the Statue of Liberty entwined by Medusa. He wore a gold chain around his neck, looking more like a gangster than the Miami gangs.
"Be careful, the robbers in Miami are several times more numerous than in New York."