America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 387 - 267: The Return of the Dragon King_2

At least the General Sect Leader has the guts to own up to his actions.

Erin was inspired and took the call, "Hello?"

"Where are you? Why aren’t you answering my calls?" A disgruntled voice came from the other end.

"I’ve found a high-paying job through a friend’s connection. I’ve passed the interview and now I’m about to head to the job site with my new boss," Erin replied.

"What kind of job keeps you out all night? Are you at the seaside villa in San Monita? You definitely know about the cost of living there, don’t you? Are you depending on your talent to find work? It must be a one-off gig!" The other person remarked with a mix of sarcasm.

"Fxxk you! You spying on me? You don’t trust me?" Erin was annoyed, "I don’t recall agreeing to get back with you! Did you go to my place to corner me?"

"I’d be a pig-headed fool to trust you. If you’ve got the guts, just look back," the other person said indignantly, "I even remembered your birthday and bought you a gift, I’m such an idiot!"

Allen Zhang glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a white guy pedaling furiously on his bicycle, almost breaking the wheels and pedals, clutching a rose in one hand while giving the Jeep the finger.

He couldn’t help but laugh and turned his head to tease, "Seems like your almost-boyfriend is quite concerned. Do you want to get out and explain things to him first?"

Erin was a bit flustered and quickly said, "Boss, I’m so sorry, I’ll handle this, he’s not my boyfriend anymore."

Then she immediately said into the phone, "Can’t you be a little more mature? We’re never going to work out, you make only 3,000 US Dollars a month, when will we ever afford a house?"

"You’re the one who’s materialistic! I’ve always said big cities are tough, and it’s better to live in the countryside, at least life there is more stable. We could take care of your mother together," the boyfriend said.

"The economy in the countryside is too backward, I don’t want to spend my life there. I don’t want my future children to receive the same environment and education as I did," Erin stated discontentedly, "You just don’t understand what I want, if I don’t make money, how will my mother afford her medication and treatment?"

"Fine, then we should break up completely! I don’t want to suffer here! Hey! Is that your boss driving? Can you ask him to roll down the window so I can have a look? Are you into older men?" the other person continued to make snide remarks.

Hearing this, Allen Zhang rolled down the window and flipped the bird, "There, you got what you wanted, kid. Can you leave now? Don’t interfere with my business."

The guy took a few looks and realized the vehicle’s owner was so young; no comparison, no harm felt—his bare muscles seemed capable of exploding someone’s head with a punch! Only then did he reluctantly ride away.

Just a minor episode in life, Allen Zhang didn’t take it to heart and drove to the entrance of Armed Nation, parking at the door.

Turning his head to look at the emotionally wounded and downcast Erin, he consoled, "It’s just a small matter, everyone has experienced heartache growing up. What you need to do now is work hard and not let these things affect you."

"Thank you, boss," Erin perked up again, got out of the car, and waved goodbye.

Allen Zhang turned the car around and left, pulling out his phone to search for paparazzi activity, eager to lend a hand, he drove towards the coordinates in West Hollywood.

When he arrived, he found a relatively secluded set, also a construction site with unfinished buildings, scarcely populated with not even a security camera in sight.

Allen Zhang parked the Jeep on the side of the road and saw a few paparazzi with their cameras and some Black bikers loitering around, severely disrupting the shooting progress.

The producer and director were trying to argue with the paparazzi, trying to chase them away, but those Black guys weren’t having any of it. They went over, snatched their phones, pinned them to the ground, and beat them up until they were bruised and battered, also damaging a lot of street facilities.

The male protagonist, dressed in make-up with an oily hairstyle, still wearing his prop suit, hurriedly stepped forward to reason with them.

But the leader of the biker gang, a Black man, simply took out the Truth he carried and pressed it to the protagonist’s forehead, saying angrily, "Oh yeah? Are you trying to provoke us? Come on! Kid, are you sure you want to fight with us? We’re street-hardened!"

"Are you the Dragon King?"

Black flipped through the script, "The Double Life of My Wealthy Husband," and recited verbatim, "So what? I’m a CEO! I’m the king of the underground, and with a single word, I can crash the financial markets of Los Angeles! I can cause a complete economic freeze! Trigger a financial crisis! Lead us into a Great Depression, whoever dares to touch you goes against the Cross Family. I would do anything for you; marry me. You are my true love."

Damn it...Such lines gave the Blacks the creeps.

But it also felt somehow exhilarating, their blood pumping with excitement.

The Dragon King felt a bit embarrassed, "We’re just filming a short play, it’s not real, what exactly do you want to do!"

"We’re here looking for the actress named Amanda," Black said sternly, "It’s none of your business, mind your own, or I’ll definitely teach you a harsh lesson!!"

The Dragon King and the producer, hearing this, hurriedly pointed the Blacks in a direction, "She’s in the RV reading the script."

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