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But in the eyes of people with ulterior motives, this scene is a signal for outsiders to enter the local contraband market.

There may even be a crazy price war between local companies and foreign companies, and then they will be allowed to live a good life.

So the news that Fertilo was looking for Levon Luke quickly spread throughout Hell's Kitchen.

Including Ma Fu Law Firm, Matthew's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly.

Fudge looked at Matthew like this and said helplessly.

"You don't think that if you can't see other people's expressions, others can't see yours, right? Well, there will always be new drug dealers in this place.

Enter into a price war, or even have a gorgeous fight. It's all reasonable, it's no big deal. "

Fudge shrugged, nonchalance written all over his face.

He was telling the truth, because Hell's Kitchen was originally a place of filth and evil.

"That's not the case. People are free. No matter where they are in life, they have the right to choose their own future."

Matthew said seriously.

Although his eyes were not focused at this moment, Fudge still saw a burning rage through this guy's dull eyes.

"Okay, okay, my dear friend, I won't advise you. So, what are you going to do? Sue him?"

Fudge took a step back, not daring to look Matthew in the eyes.

He was afraid that he would be ignited by the flames.

"We are just lawyers, not vigilantes."

Matthew said nothing. Even though Fudge was his good friend, he couldn't say what he was going to do next.

But it’s funny to think about it.

A blind man is going down a dark road that he cannot see.

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When Fertilo saw Levon Luke, the nurse had just taken the urinal off the bed.

His eyes were so swollen that even after a day, there was still only a crack.

"Wow, isn't this the hot boy from South District? I heard you were beaten by a white teacher?"

Fertilo's sinister words made Levon Luke try to open his eyes, but even so, the two gaps were not much wider.

"Haha, Fertilo, you damn Latino bastard. I remember I said, if you dare to sell contraband in Hell's Kitchen, I will kill you."

"Come on, Luke. Look at you now, who do you think you can kill? Besides, I have no interest in the little territory of Hell's Kitchen.

Oh my gosh, people here can't even afford the high-end stuff I offer. I came to you to need your help in putting on a show with my people, and you know, we're here to find a nice guy with a lot of integrity. "

"Tell me what I can get."

Levon Luke asked directly. The latter was stunned for a moment and then smiled happily.

"I need you to spread rumors to the outside world that the two of us have reached a cooperative relationship, in order to express my sincerity. I will sell you a large amount of contraband at a low price at the abandoned dock in the south tonight."

Fertiello said with a smile, and Levon Luke grinned with a bright smile.

"Tillo, you have always been a slippery man. But I advise you to be more realistic. There are no fools in Hell's Kitchen, provided that the person you are looking for is really in Hell's Kitchen."

"Who knows? Don't worry, I will try my best to make the show as realistic as possible."

"Then I wish you good luck, my people will cooperate with you. Damn, if nothing happens, you'd better disappear from my eyes quickly. It takes too much effort for me to keep my eyes open."