"Oh God! Oh Jesus Christ! Oh, hell dogs/shit! They really disgusted me! Look at their hypocritical appearance, as if nothing had happened, and really want to tear that hypocritical mask off their faces, which is disgusting!"

The curses in my ears were intermittent, blurry, as if the illusion and reality of the dream were constantly alternating, and the tinnitus gradually became clear. The sound was elegant and mature, with a hint of hoarseness, just like red velvet, and beautiful, even the words of swearing were spoken so elegantly. Even if you didn't see the expression on the face of the speaker, you could outline the right smile in your mind, the gentlemanly calmness and wisdom, which easily made people ignore the roughness in his words.

Lance was dizzy and his vision was blurred. He could only vaguely see large clusters of green, black and gray mixed together, like a worthless abstract painting. He had no way to concentrate on thinking, let alone stop the people around him, because the chaotic brain was like two galaxies colliding together, and the starlight of the sky was sprinkling freely in a tornado-like darkness. The violent shock and impact made his stomach begin to roll - he really wanted to vomit.

"Cavalug, the despicable little man can't wait to start socializing..." Shut up! This is the only thought in Lance's head at this time. He just hopes that the voices around him will stop, shut up quickly! "I really want to punch him hard, and watch his dirty smile turn into a bunch of dogs/shit..." Shut up, shut up! "He must have been squeezed out of bed last night in a third-rate/prostitute/woman's bed. Look at his dark circles, it's really dirty..."

"Shut up..." Lance finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his voice rushed out of his throat. But his voice was not loud enough, as if he couldn't let the other party hear it. The whispering voice continued, "Look! Paltrow is here! Oh, that shameless bitch, actually wearing a short skirt with a hip-packing skirt, it was obvious that today was here to hook and attract others. I don't know who her target is today. She is such a complete prostitute...."

"Shut up!" Lance roared loudly, and the turbulent seas in his head were almost exploding. The uncontrollable nausea surged in. Even though he gritted his teeth, even if he clenched his fists, even if he tightly tightened his muscles, it was still useless. The humming and whining curse, no matter how elegant it was, at this moment, it sounded like Tang Seng's endless nagging, which had no effect except letting himself slide into the abyss of madness step by step. So he could no longer bear it.

"Bang!"

Lance waved his right fist and slammed it fiercely and accurately at the mouth. Then he felt the violent collision between the fist and the muscles on his face. The real blow felt as if the whole world began to rotate, but the sense of solidity of his feet was unprecedented, causing the thunder and thunder in his brain to gradually calm down, and then his vision gradually became clear...

George Clooney staggered back two steps, looking at the man standing in front of him in amazement.

The pair of heroic eyebrows were tightly tangled together. The panic and melancholy condensed between the eyebrows were a kind of orphan-like confusion, revealing the solemnity of Shakespearean tragedy. It fell faintly into the deep and vast eyes like the blue sea, bursting out a decadent temperament that wandered between strength and fragility. The golden-like sunlight penetrated the tender green, and the light slowly slid across his face, as if the top artist used the gentlest brushstrokes to outline the thrilling outline bit by bit, and instantly stopped breathing.

This is the Lancelot-Strelow he knew, and this is the Lances he knew, there is no doubt. But why did Lance suddenly attack himself? Not to mention that now, in public, there are many top Hollywood masters gathered not far away. Is Lance crazy? Or is Lance already aware of his secret?

George could not hide the storm in his heart. Anger and shame rushed into his chest in an instant, "Lance, are you crazy? See who I am, I am not Ryan Cavalug! Have you gotten into your mind? You look like a mentally ill now!" George stared at Lance in disbelief. Even if he tried hard to suppress it and did not want to destroy his elegant image in public, the storm in his pupils still revealed his emotions that were gradually losing control at this time.

After swinging his fist, Lance finally breathed a breath of fresh air in his hot lungs. He tried to calm his confused brain down and clarify his thoughts, but the angry voice in front of him did not give him time. After his eyes refocused, he saw clearly the person in front of him: George, George Clooney, one of his former best friends, and one of his accomplices who colluded with Ryan.

When the brain realized that George was standing in front of him, anger swept over in an instant, swallowing the reason that Lance had not yet recovered, and clenched his fist again, and with just a big step, he stepped directly to George's face, looked down at George's face with his left hand, grabbed George's neckline and lifted him up fiercely.

George only felt that the collar was being grabbed hard. His height disadvantage forced him to tiptoe to avoid the dilemma of his feet hanging in the air. He saw Lance's angular face suddenly dilated in his pupils, and then time stopped. George cleared his throat and squeezed out a hint of voice, "Lance...Lance."

The cicadas' cicadas were still echoing in their ears, and the refreshing summer was still floating under their noses. Suddenly, George saw a wicked and cruel smile outlined from the corner of Lance's mouth, and it stabbed hard like a sharp blade, causing his heart to stop beating suddenly. Then he didn't even have time to savor the meaning of this smile, and saw a black shadow waving over, then his left cheek seemed to be hit by a train head-on. A violent pain surged in, swallowing him in an instant, but the shouting was still stuck in his throat, and the suffocating grip on the neckline suddenly relaxed, and he fell to the ground like a rag bag.

The pain made George almost feel that his chin had been dislocated, and every painful nerve in his brain was moaning; but what was more terrifying than pain was the sense of shame - this was an extremely important occasion, and many bigwigs appeared, and the elegant gentlemanly image he had been working hard on has now become a piece of waste paper because of the simple and rough blow of Lance. This sense of shame made George feel so painful that he wanted to tear Lance to pieces, but even more urgently - he wanted to disappear directly!

Lance's uppercut just now focused almost all his strength, and after venting all his emotions, his chest was gently undulating. His eyes were fixed on George without moving, and then he saw George avoiding his gaze in a mess, which made Lance's smile slightly pause, and then he restrained himself. He patted his hands gently, as if he was slapping the dust on his hands.

At this moment, a sound came from beside it—

"Lancelot!"

Lance turned his head almost conditioned and looked over, and then saw Gwyneth Paltrow standing five steps away.

Today, Gwyneth wore a black suit, and her tight one-length skirt wrapped her pretty figure with fabric. Her long golden hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a black top hat. She hung half a black gauze to cover half of her face. The heavy and solemn atmosphere slowly penetrated out.

Gwyneth glanced at Lance. When the eyes of the two people were in contact, she quickly lowered her eyes and blocked her own vision. But even so, the disgust in her eyes slowly dizzed in the sun, then turned her head slightly to reveal the soft jaw arc, "If you stand up for me, then forget it. I have already made it clear, it's over, it's over, it's over. There's no possibility between me and you."

Gwyneth's voice was so cold that it completely blocked all temperatures out in cruelty and ruthlessness.

She looked at Lance again with her eyes and then saw Lance's thrilling eyes. Although she had nothing to do with Lance, she still had to sigh.

The face will slowly pass with the long river of time, but those eyes will always be so bright and clear. When his smile appears, it is like the rising sun; and when it is gloomy and deep, it is like the sunlight that cannot be hidden behind the dark clouds. At this time, it seems that you can truly see the whole world falling apart in the blue eyes, which makes her cold heart suck slightly.

"George is your best friend - at least one of your best friends. You don't have to clash with him for me." Gwyneth took a long deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and said coldly and calmly, "You will only embarrass me. This is a public place. Everyone is here to mourn Mr. Reise. Your actions will not only divert everyone's focus, but also bring me great pressure. I don't like this, I hate this. If this is your move to win me back, it will only make me feel more nauseous."

Gwyneth couldn't help looking at Lance again, the fragility in her eyes made her soften again, but she clenched her teeth, said nothing more, turned around and left, and severely cut off all the last contact.

George raised his head slightly and looked at the devastated Lance. He suddenly understood that Lance was not crazy, nor did he notice the secret of his collusion with Ryan, but because of Gwyneth, the emotional wound that still could not heal, so Lance got angry with him, just because he spoke rudely to Gwyneth just now.

After figuring this out, George let out a long sigh and cursed in his heart, but he still calmed down on the surface, "Damn Lance! The guy who always puts love in front of friendship, I just told a few truths. Why do you have to react so much? It's really..." Lance did not react, as if he had not heard George's words. George sighed, stood up straight, and then gently patted Lance on the shoulder, making a look like "Adults don't remember the villain's past", but... Lance still didn't move.

Lance was indeed shocked, but not because of Gwyneth, nor because of George, but because of the truth leaked in their words... What's going on? Wasn't he sitting on the subway back to Brooklyn? Is his dream still not awake? Is this a dream or reality? Is this a dream or reality? Is this a 2015 or 2002? Where is this now? Did he travel/travel or reborn? Is he Li Jin or Lancelot, or a stranger?
Chapter completed!