American Legendary Life

Brentwood School, Los Angeles.

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

The road ahead was blocked by someone, and seeing what the other person looked like, Eric wanted to punch him with a punch to find his teeth.

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

"Let Jean." Eric stopped.

"Do you know? You should go back to Africa and pick up trash there with your bare **** ancestors, haha—"

With a rampant head laugh, Eric's hand gripped the textbook tightly, which he could not accept.

Snapped!

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

"What did I do?" Norma stared at him pretending to hold a "stick" rolled from a textbook.

"Do you want to be beaten? You bitch, Bichi." The big white boy said, raising his hand towards Norma fan.

Snapped!

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

"Eric, are you okay?" Norma stared angrily at each other and hurriedly looked at his back neck and asked.

"It's okay." Shaking his head, Eric looked back and said to the two; "I don't want to cause trouble, can I go now?"

The big boy's "face" couldn't hold, and the corner of his mouth twitched, raising his arm and shouting, "Did I say that? I want you to kneel and apologize."

Splat, slap--

Raising his head, he slapped his backhand on the big boy's face. Before he could recover from the consternation, Eric kicked his foot to his lower abdomen.

He remembered the trouble caused by the last life-related incident, so he raised the angle by a few centimeters.

Although he was shorter than the other, Eric was not scared at all.

When he was in Chicago, he often went to the training ground to play, even when he came to Los Angeles.

Hans taught him many things, such as simple fighting skills, how to make people quickly lose resistance.

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"Eric was fighting in the school. I'm going to the school to see it." When Li Zitao received the call, Adelaide was preparing for New Year's Eve.

This is the family's first New Year's Eve, but something unexpected happened.

"Don't cause trouble." Adelaide smiled with her hands on her hips, like a gentle young mother, saying to her child, ``Today is a holiday, no nonsense. ’

"Yes, Sir." Driving in an ivory white sedan, Li Zitao quickly arrived at the school.

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

"Hi, Sasha is preparing for dinner. There will be a lot of delicious tonight." In the cheering of the two little girls, Li Zitao asked for directions and came to the office.

"Please come in." A slightly sharp voice came from the low, Li Zitao pushed open the door, next to Eric standing next to the wall.

"Hello, Director Leif, I'm 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 your family, but every child who comes here must follow the rules."

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

Man is a forgetful animal. New explosive news always replaces old memories, so he did not recognize Li Zitao's identity.

As a member of the 3K Party, he is hostile to any ethnic group of color.

These **** used various means to confuse themselves in the United States, forming small circles one after another. While ostracizing and ruining the order, the snatchers belonged to the interests of white people.

If possible, Leif wants them all to die.

Ok!

Seeing each other's eyes, Li Zitao understood what was going on.

In fact, this is normal. Usually, under the background of identity and status, no one will show hatred of colored people in front of him.

Leif's performance was the mainstream of this era, apartheid, various restrictions, and the police had to meet the strange suspicion of the street.

When walking, the ID card is checked every 10 minutes on average.

"Is there any misunderstanding?" Li Zitao pulled the clothes, elbowed on the armrest of the chair, and asked in a relaxed tone.

"No." Leif's hands clapped **** the table, and his body leaned forward like a hungry wolf: "I am fed up with you **** bastards, why don't you stay where you should be honestly, always Dangling on the street,

Here is the United States, it is me, the territory of people like me. "

The raised **** fell on the chair, and Leif exhaled and scorned: "Now, you can roll back with the bug."

"Well, are you finished?" Li Zitao snapped his fingers as he stood to smooth the folds of his suit.

"BOSS." Two bodyguards came in.

"Help me tell Emmo that she has something to do~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Pointing at the weird-looking Leif, Li Zitao smiled calmly: "I promise, you will wear it under the prison. "

"Come with me, you need to go home to eat, and then we will personally send my dear Mr. Leif to where he should go, hell."

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Beverly Manor 18, the laughter of New Year's Eve continued.

Leif's family was in chaos, but in the afternoon, he received three summonses.

Sex discrimination, defamation, mental injury, and the identity of the 3K party have also been exposed.

To this end, the school announced his suspension, because this incident caused great trouble to the school, he must first resolve the mess.

Countless reporters appeared near his home and school, and every student in the school was interviewed.

All the remarks and corporal punishment of the students were excavated.

The most eye-catching star on New Year's Eve is definitely none other than him.

If it weren’t about the combination of Astor and the Mellon family, and the people’s attention was slightly diverted, Leif believed that his door would now be filled with garbage.

"Damn, damn—" Thrift overturned the coffee table, and Leif walked around the living room like a bear.

His wife hugged the child and hid in panic on the second floor, with deep panic in her eyes.

He was never a patient person, nor a good husband or father.

What worries Leif is that, according to the information he has received, the other party is pursuing something about the 3K party.

Reeve will not regret those things he has done in the past, he just hates why a yellow skin can have such powerful energy in this country.

"Goblin traitor, they are betraying their race and country, bastards, all shit, I want to kill you--"