The tall and thin man left Marson's office and closed the door. He put on his hat and meditated outside the door for a while, then walked into the living room. There was a man standing in front of the empty fireplace in the living room. He was also quite slender, but he looked weaker , seems to be a man who grew up in a greenhouse without wind and rain, with blond hair in unruly parting lines, and impeccably tailored suits. Compared with the masculine and rough atmosphere of taller and thinner men, blond men seem to have never experienced life . "Hi!" the blond man greeted, "You must be the person Marson hired to take me to his daughter." The tall and thin man nodded, his eyes wandering around the room uneasily, as if he was not used to being in a room Gorgeous and elegant living room.

"I'm Ash Pester," the blond man said. "Did Marson explain it to you? His daughter is an expert at getting in trouble. He's pampered her for years. Have you ever heard of Nora Dallas?" The tall and thin man shook his head silently, Ash lit a cigarette and continued, "Her father has finally decided to discipline her, it's shameful for a woman not to stay at home and run around." He pouted contemptuously, "Now she lives in the home of a man named Hughes Lenny, investigating matters related to Indians. We are going to capture her and give her to her father. If necessary, she can be forced to force her. You have to take us to wear Go through the swampy rainforest area, and create a chance for me and the young lady to be alone, so that she has agreed to marry me when we return."

The tall and thin man looked back at Ash from the window, "I never force women." "What kind of woman do you think she is?" Ash snorted. "A spinster of twenty-six, twenty-six! Other women at her age have had half a dozen children, and she's still traveling Write some ridiculous and bloody stories, some people call her the goddess of justice, I think she is so ugly that no man wants to have to go around." "Don't you want her?" Ash puffed out a puff of smoke and looked inside the house, "Malson is a powerful and rich man, all his future will be left to his ugly daughter with a horse face, I have to make do with it for the sake of money."

The tall, thin man gave Ash a deep look, and said blankly, "If she wants you, she's yours." Ash smoked a cigarette, "She will be mine. At her age, she will be grateful to any man who wants her."