Los Angeles, Brentwood School.

When the bell rang, Eric put away the books on the table and walked out. Today was New Year's Eve, and someone would pick him up later.

The road ahead was blocked by someone. Seeing the other person's appearance, Eric wanted to punch him until he was stricken with teeth.

But after what happened last time, he knew that violence could not solve the problem, it would only deepen the misunderstanding and bring more harm.

"Let me." Eric stopped.

"You know what? You should go back to Africa and pick up trash with your naked ancestors, haha."

Laughing wildly, Eric's hand tightened on the textbook. He could not accept this humiliation.

Snapped!

The senior student who was laughing earlier covered his head, turned around angrily and roared: "Who."

"So what if I did it?" Norma held a stick rolled out of a textbook in her hand, pretending to glare at him fiercely.

"Do you want to be beaten? You son of a bitch," the big white boy said, raising his hand to slap Norma.

Snapped!

This slap was good on the back of Eric's neck, and he rushed up in time to block Norma.

"Eric, are you okay?" Norma glared at the other person angrily and quickly looked at the back of his neck and asked.

"It's okay." Eric shook his head, looked back at the two of them and said, "I don't want to cause trouble, can I leave now?"

The big boy was a little worried about his 'face'. He twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his arms and shouted, "Did I say that? I want you to kneel down and apologize."

Pa, pa pa

He raised his head and slapped the big boy in the face with his backhand. Before he could recover from the shock, Eric raised his foot and kicked him in the abdomen.

He remembered clearly the trouble caused by the last lifeline incident, so he adjusted the angle a few centimeters.

Although he was a head shorter than his opponent, Eric was not afraid at all.

When he was in Chicago, he often went to the training ground to play, and it was no exception when he came to Los Angeles.

Hans taught him many things, such as simple fighting techniques and how to quickly lose resistance.

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"Eric got into a fight at school. I'm going to school to check on him." When Li Zitao received the call, Adelaide was preparing for New Year's Eve.

This was the family's first New Year's Eve, and I didn't expect something like this to happen.

"Don't cause trouble." Adelaide put her hands on her hips and smiled brightly, just like a gentle young mother saying to her child, "Today is a holiday, no nonsense."

"Yes, sir." Li Zitao arrived at the school quickly in an ivory white coupe.

"Charlie." Norma and Fia, who were sitting under the maple tree, ran over.

"Hi, Sasha is preparing for dinner. There will be a lot of delicious food tonight." Amid the cheers of the two little girls jumping up and down, Li Zitao asked for directions and came to the office.

"Please come in." A deep, slightly shrill voice came. Li Zitao opened the door, and next to him was Eric, who was standing against the wall with his head bowed.

"Hello, Director Leif, I am Eric's temporary guardian, Charlie." Leif, director of the teaching room.

"Please sit down." Leif looked up and lowered his head again to continue writing.

"I don't know how you entered the school, or what your family situation is, but every child who comes here must abide by the rules."

Putting the pen cap on, Leif crossed his hands and raised his chin, showing a domineering attitude, and looked at him with a teasing smile.

People are forgetful animals, and new breaking news will always replace old memories, so he did not recognize Li Zitao's identity.

As a member of the Ku Klux Klan, he was hostile to any people of color or 'minorities'.

These bastards use various means to hide in the United States, forming small circles that are exclusive and disrupt order. At the same time, they rob the interests of white people.

If possible, Leif would like them all to die.

All right!

Seeing the look in the other person's eyes, Li Zitao understood what was going on.

In fact, this is normal. Given his identity and status, no one would show hatred towards people of color in front of him.

Leif's performance is the mainstream of this era, with segregated areas, various restrictions, and the strange and suspicious eyes of the police on the street.

When walking, my ID card will be checked every 10 minutes on average.

"Is there any misunderstanding here?" Li Zitao pulled off his clothes, rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, and asked in a relaxed tone.

"No." Leif slapped his hands on the table hard, leaned forward and growled like a hungry wolf: "I've had enough of you damn bastards, why don't you just stay where you should be, always

It's wandering around in the street,

This is America, this is my place and people like me."

Raising his buttocks and landing on the chair, Leif exhaled and said contemptuously: "Now, you can take that bedbug and get back to where you are."

"Well, are you finished?" Li Zitao stood up and smoothed the wrinkles in his suit, snapping his fingers.

"Boss." Two bodyguards walked in.

"Tell Elmo that she has something to do." Pointing at Leif, who looked strange, Li Zitao smiled calmly: "I promise, you will sit through the jail."

"Follow me, you need to go home and have a full meal. Then we will personally send dear Mr. Leif to where he belongs, hell."

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At 18 Beverly Manor, the laughter resounded on New Year’s Eve.

Leif's house was in chaos. In just one afternoon, he received three summonses.

Color discrimination, slander, mental harm, and the identity of the Ku Klux Klan were also exposed.

For this reason, the school announced that he was suspended from his position because this incident caused a lot of trouble to the school, and he had to sort out the mess first.

Countless reporters followed him around his home and school, and every student in the school was interviewed.

All the excessive remarks and corporal punishment of students were dug out.

The most eye-catching star on New Year's Eve is definitely him.

If it weren't for the marriage of Astor and the Duke family, which slightly diverted the public's attention, Leif believes that his doorstep would be filled with garbage now.

"Damn it, damn it." He overturned the coffee table in a irritable mood, and Leif walked around the living room like a violent bear.

His wife was hiding on the second floor with her child in her arms, looking panicked, with deep fear in her eyes.

He was never a patient man, let alone a good husband or father.

What worries Leif is that, according to the information he received, the other party is pursuing something related to the Ku Klux Klan.

Leif will not regret the things he did in the past. He only hates why a yellow-skinned person can have such powerful energy in this country.
Chapter completed!