Chapter 342 Eat and Send Him to Hell

Los Angeles, Brentwood Schools.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, 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 people, and seeing the other person's appearance, Eric wanted to punch him so hard that his teeth were all over the floor.

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

"Let's go." Eric stopped.

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

Laughing wildly with his head raised, Eric tightened his grip on the textbook. He couldn't accept this kind of humiliation.

Snapped!

The senior student who had been laughing earlier covered his head, turned angrily and roared, "Who?"

"So what if I did it?" Norma held a 'stick' rolled out of textbooks in her hand and glared at him fiercely.

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

Snapped!

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

"Eric, are you okay?" Norma stared at him angrily, and asked hurriedly at the back of his neck.

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

The big boy couldn't hold back his 'face', the corners of his mouth twitched, he raised his arms and shouted, "Did I say that? I want you to kneel down and apologize."

slap, slap——

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the first New Year's Eve in the family, but something like this happened unexpectedly.

"Don't cause trouble." Adelaide put her hands on her hips and smiled brightly, like a gentle young mother, saying to her children, "Today is a holiday, don't mess around." '

"Yes, Sir." Driving an ivory white coupe, Li Zitao arrived at the school soon.

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

"Hey, Sasha is preparing for dinner. There will be a lot of delicious food tonight." Amidst the cheers of the two little girls jumping and jumping, Li Zitao asked the direction and came to the office.

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

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

"Please sit down." Leif looked up, then lowered his head and continued writing.

"I don't know how you got into the school, or what your family situation is, but every kid who comes here has to follow the rules."

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

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

As a Ku Klux Klan member, he is hostile to anyone of color, 'minority'.

These bastards used various means to smear in the United States, forming small circles one by one, xenophobic, messing up order, and snatching the interests of white people.

Rafe wanted them all dead if he could.

All right!

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

In fact, this is normal. Under the backdrop of 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, apartheid, all kinds of restrictions, and the suspicious eyes of the police on the street.

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

"Is there some misunderstanding here?" Li Zitao tugged on his clothes, put his elbows on the armrest of the chair, and asked in a relaxed tone.

"No." Leif clapped his hands on the table vigorously, leaned forward and growled like a hungry wolf: "I'm fed up with you damn bastards, why are you dishonestly staying where you should exist, always wandering around on the street,

This is America, and it's me, people like me. "

The lifted buttocks fell on the chair, Lefe exhaled, and said contemptuously: "Now, you can roll back to the place with that bug."

"En, are you finished?" Li Zitao snapped his fingers as he got up to smooth out the folds of his suit.

"BOSS." Two bodyguards walked in.

"Tell Aimo for me that she has something to do." Pointing to Leif with a weird face, Li Zitao smiled calmly: "I promise, you will get out of jail."

"Come with me, you need to go home and have a full meal, and then we will personally send dear Mr. Rafe to where he should go, hell."

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Beverly No. 18 manor, the New Year's Eve laughter resounded continuously.

However, 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 the suspension of his duties, because this incident caused a lot of trouble to the school, and he must first solve the mess on his body.

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

Excessive remarks and corporal punishment of students have all been dug out.

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

If it weren't for the combination of the Astor and Mellon families, which slightly diverted the public's attention, Leif believed that his door would be full of garbage now.

"Damn it, damn it—" He overturned the coffee table in a violent mood, and Leif walked back and forth in the living room like a raging bear.

His wife was holding the child, hiding on the second floor in panic, with deep horror 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 has received, the other party is tracking down some things about the Ku Klux Klan.

Lefe will not regret what he did in the past, he only hates why a yellow-skinned man can have such a powerful energy in this country.

"Bitch traitors, they're betraying their race and country, bastards, it's all shit, I'm going to kill you—"