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The price offered by Campos surprised the two spectators.

They knew the details of Campos. Although they didn't know why they were so excited, they could confirm from the side that this guy named Morgan was definitely not simple, and they were even more fearful in their hearts.

"Please, Mr. Campos."

Ethan raised his glass: “Aren’t we here to drink tonight?”

"This is a party."

A mere two million dollars, or one year.

This price was not attractive at all, not to mention his identity. A trace of disgust flashed in Ethan's eyes.

"That's right."

Campos didn't notice the look and raised his glass cheerfully.

He made up his mind to win over this guy, which would be a great help to him.

"correct."

He suppressed his thoughts and looked to the side: "Mr. O'Connor, I heard that you just came out of San Quentin Prison?"

"oh?"

Toledo was interested, raised his eyebrows and said a name: "I wonder if you have heard of this person?"

"No, I don't know."

Faced with his insults, O'Connor said expressionlessly: "In a prison with thousands of people, it's impossible for me to know everyone. Keeping a low profile in a place like that is the way to survive."

"That makes sense." Campos nodded repeatedly, turned to look at Toledo and smiled:

"You are not low-key at all. Many people are looking for you."

"Yes."

O'Connor took a sip of wine and pointedly said: "This is not good for business, it attracts too much attention."

"Yeah?"

Toledo played with the wine glass in his hand, smiled and said solemnly: "I only focus on one thing, and that is driving."

"I'm not going to stop if a police car is chasing me."

"No matter what the result is, it won't stop me. I will just do what I should do."

The two people had something to say, and their tit-for-tat confrontation couldn't be more obvious.

Campos is not an idiot, much less a fool.

He looked around and his eyes became wary: "It sounds like you two knew each other before."

After the words fell, the atmosphere became tense.

O'Connor shrugged, pretending not to care, and took a sip of his wine.

"Well."

Toledo bit his cheek and stared at the guy opposite him fiercely: "This bastard once dated my sister."

As soon as these words came out, O'Connor put on a serious look.

"Hahaha."

Ethan and Campos looked at each other, and both laughed.

"damn it."

Campos unscrewed the bottle cap and no longer looked that alert. He smiled and poured wine for O'Connor: "You are a lucky guy, not because of his sister, but because Toledo didn't kill you." .”

"Please believe me, this thought has indeed occurred."

Toledo drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and stared at O'Connor unkindly.

"For those."

Campos raised his glass and said with emotion: "Those we have loved and lost, cheers to those women!"

"cheers!"

Several people present raised their glasses with complicated expressions.

Toledo looked at the colorful ceiling, his eyes were slightly red, and veins appeared in the hand holding the wine glass.

A brief trial that ended quickly.

"OK."

Ethan threw the cup on the table and put his hands on the back of the chair: "We have all become Braga drivers now, what about Braga?"

"I'm very interested in meeting this legendary figure."

He tapped his fingers lightly and looked at Campos with interest.

This requirement should not be difficult.

As long as Braga shows up, he will directly take out his gun and kill him, and even give him some damn goods.

"There will be a chance."

Campos patted Ethan's knee and said with a smile: "Braga is a big shot and has a lot of things to do, but I believe he will not refuse to meet you."

To put it bluntly, they are just delivery boys now.

The real giant crocodile doesn't bother to know the people who help him transport goods.

Ethan could hear the meaning.

He shook his head regretfully and expressed that he was a little disappointed. Could it be that he still wanted to get involved in this independence-trafficking group?

At this time, someone waved from a distance.

"that's all."

Campos stood up, shrugged and said, "This party is yours, have fun, I have other things to do."

"There's a room upstairs, you're welcome."

Nodding to the three of them respectively, he said nothing more, got up and left quickly.

"Your target is Braga?"

As soon as the person left, Toledo held the wine glass and looked at Ethan, and said in a cold tone: "I advise you to give up your thoughts and dare to block my way."

"OK."

Ethan raised his hands and said nonchalantly: "I know you want to kill anyone who blocks the road."

"It seems."

Meeting O'Connor's gaze again, he smiled slightly: "It seems that you mean the same thing."

"No matter what you're going to do."

"Next, let's use our own methods."

These two guys are quite smart, and they can grab their tails with just one word.

"Think it through."

O'Connor narrowed his eyes and issued his own warning: "You're working against the FBI."

The surging music suddenly dispersed his voice.

Not only Ethan, but also Toledo did not take this warning to heart, and did not take his threat seriously at all.

O'Connor was discouraged.

After the matter was discussed, a group of sexy girls came over and held wine glasses. The blonde girl in front of them was the guy who slapped her before.

"Hey."

She twisted her hips like a small millstone and sat down next to Ethan: "Mr. Viper, would you mind having a drink with me?"

Not only her, but several people gathered around her.

Little dresses, tight jeans, hip-hugging skirts, hot pants, denim skirts, you name it.

Everything in your hands and feet is smooth and smooth.

This scene makes others envious.

Those who are better at driving than him are not as handsome as Ethan. As for those who are more handsome than him, that thing does not exist here.

Therefore, it attracted a large number of butterflies for a while.

"Ladies."

Rubbing the small millstone next to him vigorously, Ethan picked up a bottle of whiskey and stood up, opened his arms and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a straightforward person. I wonder if anyone wants to go upstairs with me to discuss life?"

“Don’t worry, the more the merrier!”

The suit jacket followed his arms, and the white shirt was taut with strong muscles.

This action, coupled with these words.

Two words.

Arrogant!

However, he also has the capital to be arrogant.

Under the thin trousers, something is particularly obvious, which makes the women around him shine.

Waves immediately stood up and hugged him tightly.

Not to be outdone, the pretty short-haired girl next to her grabbed a bottle of red wine and stood up quickly, squeezing forward fiercely.

"See you tomorrow."

He hugged the two girls on the left and right, raised his eyebrows at Toledo and O'Connor, and strode towards the elevator entrance.

Behind them, a group of women were cheering and cheering.

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