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As soon as Locke finished speaking, Alice Ross’s face changed instantly, but before she could speak, Craven Pierce next to her spoke first. He stared at Locke viciously, “Henry Gibbs, Alice thinks highly of you, so she invited you to play with us. Don’t be shameless. Do you really think that you can be so arrogant in Los Angeles after destroying the Greyhound Gang? Don’t be arrogant in front of us just because you have a relationship with the military. Your father is just a white glove…” “…” Locke stared at Craven Pierce, who looked like he was stabbed in the ass, with a playful smile, and asked Alice Ross, “Is this your licking dog? Uh, by the way, where is the licking dog last time?” Alice Ross immediately replied, “He offended you last time, and I sent him to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish…” Locke stared at Alice Ross in a daze, nodded and said, “It’s interesting. I didn’t expect you to dare to play so perverted in the United States!” “Hen Li Gibbs, you must apologize to me…”

Sanjis Camilo looked offended, “I offered you friendship, but you humiliated me. You may not know who I am. In the whole Los Angeles, no one dares to humiliate me, Sanjis Camilo…”

“Fuck, I hate it most when someone pretends to be cool in front of me…”

Locke’s expression also changed. He stared at Sanjis Camilo with a cold face, “Of course I know who you are. Your father is California Democratic Party Whip Belis Camilo, right?”

Sanjis Camilo said arrogantly, “It’s good for you to know. Others are afraid of your military background, but I am not. In California, I am the king…”

Locke sneered and asked Alice Ross, “Why would you play with such an idiot?”

He turned his head and said coldly to Sanjis Camilo, ” If I remember correctly, Belis Camilo is just a dog raised by the Newsom family. If you are the king, then what is Gavin Newsom? ”

Sanjis Camilo was furious at Locke’s retort and shouted, “Fuck, I’m going to kill you bastard…”

As he said that, he was ready to get a gun from the car.

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“Sanjis…”

“Henry Gibbs, don’t mess around…”

Sanjis Camilo half-stuck his body into the Lamborghini Aventador LP700 SVJ and was about to take out the gun from the glove box on the passenger seat. When he touched the gun, he realized that there was something on the back of his head, and his body froze instantly.

Locke poked Sanjis Camilo’s head with the Desert Eagle in his hand with a smile, turned his head and smiled at Alice Ross who was staring at him solemnly: “I haven’t met such an idiot for a long time, Damn it, you are Donald Trump Jr., you only have one life, why do you mess with me, why? Why? Why?”

He knocked as he said, touched his face, and said to himself: “I just did this face, you want me to have plastic surgery again…”

Alice Ross stared at Locke who exuded a crazy breath, and felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and instantly wet.

Hearing his words, her eyes flashed, and the information about Henry Gibbs’ plastic surgery in her mind matched up at once. She guessed that this guy must have done something in Japan, so he had to go to Korea for plastic surgery.

Feeling the cold murderous intent on Locke’s body, Sanjis Camilo felt as if his heart was pinched by a hand, and his body trembled involuntarily.

There was a voice in his heart that kept warning him that the psychopath behind him would shoot. The murderous aura that seemed to be real made his hair stand on end.

Sanjis Camilo felt the threat of death for the first time, and instantly withered, begging for mercy: “Henry Gibbs, don’t shoot, I was wrong…”

Locke’s face was sickly pale, he breathed hard, as if trying to calm himself down, “I promised not to kill people in the United States, huhuhuhu…”

He turned his head to look at Alice Ross, and said coldly: “You, the bitch, asked me to come here, do you want to kill him with my hand?”

As soon as Locke said this, the faces of Alice Ross, Sanjis Camilo, and Craven Pierce changed.

Alice Ross blurted out: “I invited you to come to the game, don’t talk nonsense…” Seeing Sanjis Camilo turned his head and stared at her expressionlessly, she cursed: “Fuck, you idiot, you don’t believe what this bastard said!” At this time, Locke seemed to have returned to normal. He took back the gun and patted Sanjis Camilo on the shoulder, “My emotions are not stable, I can’t stand stimulation, don’t provoke me, don’t be so arrogant in the future…” Sanjis Camilo shuddered and apologized: “I was too impulsive, I apologize to you too…” Alice Ross saw that Locke had returned to normal and asked coldly: “Henry Gibbs, you are sick!” Locke frowned and stared at her, rolling his eyes in his heart, you have the nerve to ask me? He replied coldly: “How do you know I am sick? Have you investigated me? I have intermittent mania, so don’t mess with me…” “…” Alice Ross’s expression froze. No wonder this guy’s mental state looks abnormal. He is really sick. After a while, the four people who were just on the verge of a fight stood by the car with beer and chatted. Locke’s previous behavior was naturally acting. After all, he has been in the gray world for more than 20 years. He knows very well that most of the second generation of this group of powerful and wealthy people are moody and perverted. If you want to integrate with them, you must become more moody and perverted than them. Only by becoming the same kind can you get into them as quickly as possible. Locke’s temperament is integrated with the three of them, and his aura completely suppresses Alice Ross. The two girls of Sanjis Camilo and Craven Pierce were all driven away by Locke. In his words, I don’t even have a girl, so how can you two have girls?

Craven Pierce said reluctantly: “There are so many girls here. If you wave, there will be no less than 20 of them kneeling in front of you…” Locke said disdainfully: “I won’t let such a bastard lick my brother…” Sanjis Camilo’s eyes flashed with a cold light, pointing at Alice Ross, “You can fuck Alice, if you do, she should be willing…” Locke replied with disgust: “I said, I don’t fuck prostitutes!” Alice Ross cursed: “Fuck, I’m not a prostitute!” Locke frowned and said: “Don’t you know that you are dressed like a prostitute on the streets of Los Angeles?” Alice Ross screamed hysterically: “My fur is from Fendi, my bra is from Chanel, and my skirt is from Hermes. Have you seen that prostitute dressed like this…” Locke shrugged, looking at Alice Ross who suddenly became like a naive, he couldn’t help but sneer in his heart and asked: “Tell me, what do you want from me?”