Rebirth: I am the American leader

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."

Levin Luke said impatiently.

Fertilo nodded, stood up and left the ward.

"To be honest, I never thought that you would be beaten to the point where you couldn't take care of yourself by a high school teacher. Didn't you think of revenge? I can provide a little help..."

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked out by Levenluk.

"Damn it, do you know what you are talking about? It doesn't matter if you want to die, but don't take me with you! That's Principal Steve Rogers! You can go to his San Diego Middle School and take a closer look!"

After saying this, Levin Luke shouted angrily to the outside.

"Damn it! Are you guys all deaf? I said get out!"

Hearing the sound, several burly men squeezed in, stood in front of Fertilo without saying a word, and signaled that he could leave.

The latter looked at Levin Luke somewhat unwillingly before turning and leaving.

"Go tell the principal that someone is targeting San Diego Middle School."

Levinluk lay on the bed for a long time, and only spoke with difficulty after making sure that Fertilo had gone far away.

"But boss, that white man didn't respect you, and he beat you up like this..."

"Damn it, do I have to repeat it twice? I said go to San Diego Middle School and tell the principal that someone is targeting the school! My daughter is still studying in that damn school!"

Suddenly, several burly men in the ward looked at each other.

"Okay, I'll go right away, boss."

The man who was speaking was of medium build, with no unnecessary expressions on his face, except for a sense of caution in his eyes.

"Remember to tell him that this was Levonluk's kindness. Damn it, he was too harsh."

Soon, Steve, who had just returned to school, finished listening to a report made by a black man.

"Oh my god, I have to break this Fiddy guy open. I want to see if his guts are as big as a basketball."

Steve nodded seriously when he heard this, turned around and was about to take his men out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Principal, I have to go back first."

"Okay, take your time."

After Steve said something to him, he turned around and looked at the people standing behind him, eyeing him covetously.

The smile on Gunnar's face was particularly excited.

"I knew it would be exciting to work with you."

Steve waved his hand and said, "Come on, let's talk about this tomorrow."

He didn't plan to cause trouble to anyone right away because he wanted to integrate the super self-healing factor today.

It doesn't matter even if that guy named Fertilo stands in front of him and points at his nose and scolds him.

But he clearly underestimated his students.

Carl and Wayne ran into a black man who was just leaving the school when they were leaving school.

Logically speaking, the two of them are not allowed to leave the school.

But their first reaction after seeing this guy was to violate school rules.

Because they recognized this guy as a master at trafficking contraband.

Then two people quietly slipped out of the school gate, hit him from behind with clubs, and dragged him into the alley.

"Damn it, tell me why you're around this school! Are you selling contraband around here?"

Karl punched the other man on the lower back and asked harshly.

The latter curled up in pain.

Wayne's face was full of anger as he stared at the black man, as if he would kill him if he couldn't give a satisfactory answer.