Ryan looked at Lance, whose deep eyes were as deep as the ocean, stirred up waves, and the angry flames burned deep in his pupils, which made Ryan's sense of accomplishment burst out like never before. He was the winner, he was the winner of this showdown, and Lance was just a loser who was breathing and even needed his own gifts to breathe again.

He likes this situation, even enjoys it.

Ryan took a step back and was ready to turn around in the form of a winner, then whisper away, leaving the loser in place to taste the taste of failure. However, Ryan suddenly felt a powerful pulling force coming from the neckline. Before he realized it, he was grabbed by Lance and gently lifted it up, which reminded Ryan of the scene just now - the scene where Lance beat George Clooney hard. But the embarrassing shadow in the office last time made Ryan hold on and not want to show weakness, so as to avoid making a fool of himself again!

"You!" Ryan forced himself to open his mouth and shouted angrily, but as soon as he spoke, he crashed into Lance's deep eyes. His deep pupils burst out with a dangerous aura of evil spirits, and his words were blocked in his throat, and he could not make any sound.

The scorching flames in Lance's eyes gradually cooled down and eventually frozen into ice. The blue flames fluttered gently in the depths of the blue pupils, like a volcano in the depths of the sea. The surging dangerous aura made people shudder. Then, Lance's thin lips gently curled to the left, and his evil and cruel smile made Ryan's pupils widen. In an instant, he was stiff, unable to make any sound or move, like a puppet with a rope hanging on the tip of Lance's right finger.

"Dear Mr. Ryan Cavalug, is this all your means?" Lance's words were verbatim, and each word was as heavy as a thump, hitting Ryan's chest hard like a heavy punch, making his breathing more and more difficult. Then he saw Lance's rosy lips slightly open and a chuckle overflow, "Oh, it's really disappointing." The mockery, the coldness, the playfulness, and the tide came out like a tide, "Don't forget, this is just the beginning."

Then, Ryan felt the power of his neckline relax, and a large amount of air finally poured into his lungs again, making him unable to help but bend down and breathe in big mouthfuls. This is not Lance, this is not Lancelot-Stralo, who he is familiar with. Such Lance is so strange and terrible, which disrupts all his rhythm and deployment!

Looking up, Ryan only saw Lance turning away from his back. The broken gold of the sun penetrated the dense shade of the tree and fell on the tall and tall figure, like a beautiful oil painting, which was suffocating. However, Ryan only felt that all the pores on his body were screaming, and that sense of shame almost drown him and made him unable to breathe.

Ryan slowly stood up straight, looking at Lance's back, which gradually disappeared from the sun, blurred into a halo, and the cold fingertips finally began to warm up slowly.

If Lance only uses verbal threats and physical violence, then such Lance is not afraid of, because in Hollywood and modern society, these are the most useless weapons - rules, which are the deadly weapons of truly smart people. Don’t forget that he can defeat Lance once with rules and repeat them again.

"You're right, this is just the beginning." A trace of sinister flashed in Ryan's eyes, and even the hot sunlight made people shudder.

Lance walked forward with great strides, his anger and regret chewing his heart and bones, and almost completely swallowed up all his reason. Everything that happened today was too surging, too fast, and too fierce. Even if this was the second time I faced this situation, the amount of information was still too large to digest - he had just returned to 2002 from 2015. And in a short time, he had a two-game encounter with Ryan, which consumed all his energy. The reason and calm he had accumulated finally reached a halt at this moment.

Bathed in the sun, Lance walked quickly. He didn't even have the energy to identify the direction. He just walked forward quickly. His chaotic brain could not do anything to think, but was just venting all negative emotions in a refreshing manner. When his head cooled down again, Lance realized that he had walked out of the cemetery.

Standing there, breathed a long breath, holding his left hand, rubbing his thumb gently on the straight and slender index finger. After a moment, Lance turned around and walked back. No matter what, he had attended the funeral today, at least he had to express his respect to Carrel Reise, not to mention that he was also the one who had just experienced rebirth. The empathy gave him a reason to stay.

Back at the funeral, Lance did not see George, nor Sophia, but saw Ryan and David O-Russell sitting side by side. However, Ryan did not notice Lance's return this time. Lance found a seat in the corner and sat down.

The funeral was about to begin, and everyone was looking for a seat one after another and sat down. A person sat down next to Lance. Before Lance could turn his head and say hello, the other party's voice came over, "Why, have you seen the woman you like? Do you want me to come forward to ask for your phone number?" George sat down gracefully, without making any sound, gracefully like a British gentleman at the beginning of the last century, and his left hand was tidying up the cuffs of his right hand and carefully folding the folds of his shirt.

Lance sat quietly, tilting his head to look at George carefully. George was bathed in the golden sunlight, and his face became softer. Lance narrowed his eyes, but he could only vaguely see the outline of George's face in the dazzling halo. I have to admit that George is a very attractive man.

There is a man who is not handsome when his facial features are separated, and he cannot even meet the standards; he looks like height, weight, figure, education, work, experience, etc. alone, and it seems nothing special. But overall, he has a unique temperament and charm, and this temperament will gradually ferment with the precipitation of time, just like the top red wine.

George is such a man. The vicissitudes of wrinkles are his charm. Even though the corners of his mouth are still red and swollen, it is even more obvious than before the funeral begins. However, his elegance is still so charming that it is easy to ignore his embarrassment.

Lance put his hands in his pocket and chuckled, "I'm not sure about women, can I believe you." The subtext is: George is too attractive to women. If George goes to ask for a phone number, that woman will probably fall in love with George.

A simple word made George laugh. The charming smile shone brightly in the sun. The two of them met with each other. The stirring tacit understanding looked like they were the best friends. The people who were looking for their achievements could not help but look at each other and greeted the two of them. Even Meryl Streep came over and teased, "This is not a picture you can see often", which made people laugh.

"So, have you settled for your date tonight?" Lance also threw the same topic back, and the subtext was to ask George about the "harvest" at the funeral today.

George shrugged gently, "I seem to be in a bad state today. It seems that I can only wait for the next chance." After saying that, George pursed his lips, and the redness and swollen part of his chin immediately pulled it, implying that it was really obvious - "It's all your fault." This teasing made Lance pull the corners of his mouth slightly, but he didn't reply.

George seemed to care, and then changed the subject, "So, did you make the final decision on the matter you said last time?" George turned his head and looked at Lance seriously, his eyes filled with sincerity and his face filled with sincerity, as if he was a close friend, expressing his concerns just right.

Looking at George in front of him, Lance suddenly became curious, and there was a touch of playfulness between his eyebrows, as if he had seen a very interesting object, "I really don't know how you did it?" He spoke lies with his eyes open, pretending to be his best friend on the surface, but he smiled and stabbed himself in the back.

This is even more chilling than Ryan.

Lance focused all his attention and looked at George. He could see every detail of George's facial expression, but he failed. He did not see any flaws. George's eyes showed obvious doubts, and his brows slightly moved closer to the middle, as if it was an expression calculated accurately with an instrument. "What?" accurately expressed his doubts, but did not reveal the true emotions in his heart.

In the later stages of George's acting career, many people thought that he would become an excellent politician, and he himself had the same intention, hoping to become another successful case for entertainment stars to cross-border politics after Ronald Reagan and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Now, some clues can be seen.

Thoughts only flashed through Lance's mind, and he immediately smiled, "Your memory. I mean, your memory is really good. I almost forgot that thing, but you still remember it."

George showed a modest expression, but his right hand gently patted Lance's arm, expressing his comfort through body language, "It's not that I have a good memory, but that too many things have happened during this period, and you haven't sorted out your thoughts for a while. Even if I don't remind you, that disgusting person/smash will never let you go easily, right?"

As he spoke, George's eyes turned to Ryan, who was sitting in the front row, with some meaning. Then George turned his head and looked at Lance again. His gentle tone had a hint of warm concern, and his slightly frown brows said lightly that "I'm thinking about you". "In my opinion, you might as well choose to let go, completely expose this history, leave it behind, and start over. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!