.Rance is now becoming such a person, he is willing to hurt others to protect himself, even if the price is to exchange his soul for the demon, he is willing to do so.

Jason felt a little powerless.

"What does it mean?" Ryan's chest kept rising and falling, like a bloodthirsty beast. His emotions on the verge of collapse made him full of terrible aura.

Jason wanted to explain, but he finally swallowed the words when he reached the end of his mouth. Time flies, and they finally got to this point. Everything is so familiar. First Lance left, and now it is his turn. He once wanted to try to change, he once wanted to make some efforts, but found that all this was in vain, because even he himself had become unrecognizable, so why should he change others?

"Nothing." Jason shook his head, "I just said that there are not only Ryan Cavalug and Lancelot Strello in this world. I'm leaving."

Jason decided to leave, really bid farewell to the past, bid farewell to the past entanglements and grievances, and bid farewell to the past self, and create a new life again. It was not for Ryan, nor for Lance, but for himself.

Maybe he will stick to his movie dream, find a crew or company again, and start from scratch; maybe he will fulfill his wish for many years and shoot a documentary himself, he has always wanted to try but never started; maybe he will leave the film industry and find other ways out...

He was not sure for the time being, but he was able to be sure that he had to leave. He had made some right decisions and received incredible rewards; he had made some wrong choices, but he also paid the corresponding price. But now, he had to leave. This is not an escape, but a new life.

Finally, he looked at Ryan in front of him. He knew that Ryan could not understand his mood, but he was really tired of such a life. "Goodbye Ryan." Jason said with a smile, stretching out his right hand, but Ryan had no intention of shaking hands at all, and just let Jason's right hand stop in mid-air.

Jason didn't mind. After waiting for a while, he didn't get a response, he turned around and looked at Tucker standing beside him. At this time, Tucker seemed to have not come back to his senses and did not understand what was going on. Jason did not intend to explain more, but just stretched out his right hand and waited for a while.

Tucker hesitated to raise his right hand and hold Jason. Then he saw a relieved and relaxed smile on Jason's face, "Goodbye Tucker." After saying that, Jason turned around and left. Tucker couldn't help but chased after him for two steps, "Jason, what should we do if the 'Sahara Cavalry'? Should we continue to promote it?" Jason just waved his hand, and his steps did not stop and left straight.

The employees in the entire office were a little surprised, surprised by the astonishment and panic on Tucker's face, and also surprised by Jason's ease and calmness. Everyone watched Jason disappear from his sight, and only the glass door was swaying gently.

Until Jason left completely, Tucker's vision still did not retract, and he still couldn't get out of today's accident. Then Ryan's gritting teeth came from behind, "What? Do you want to leave too?"

Tucker turned around and looked at Ryan in front of him. The neat collar of the shirt became a little messy at this time. A small strand of hair neatly treated with hair spray jumped out of its restraint. The prominent eyes became abominable because of the delicate bloodshot. The perfect mask seemed to have a rift, which made people frightened.

"So, do you decide to continue to expand the publicity?" Tucker calmed down completely. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Tucker and Ryan's roles changed to each other, "Do you have a plan? Where do you plan to start publicity in the overseas market? Two weeks later will be the summer schedule, and our time is very limited."

Ryan did not speak, but looked at Tucker seriously, his hesitant gaze was full of speculation and suspicion, and his brows couldn't help but move closer to the middle, "Are you going to surrender to Lance? You know, he lacks a leader in the distribution department now, and he will be happy to see your joining."

Tucker let out a sigh of relief. The day came after all, witnessing the fall of the entire empire with his own eyes. Of course, Diorama Film cannot be regarded as an empire, but this was finally the company built by the four of them, and now it is a doomsday.

Tucker did not regret sweeping Lance out. From the beginning, he knew that he and Lance were not the same person. He always couldn't stand Lance's self-righteous but self-pitying personality, which made people feel uncomfortable. At this time, Tucker remembered more about Jason's determination and relaxation when he left. He didn't know what Jason had planned, but he knew that it was time for him to plan for himself.

"Ryan, are you serious? Are you still going to discuss such a problem with me now?" Tucker shook his head helplessly, "You know that my relationship with Lance has never been good." Lance and Jason are friends, Lance and Ryan are also friends, but Lance and him are never called friends.

"But you are all pursuing common interests." Ryan was still reluctant to give in. This time Tucker was too lazy to explain, but just stood there and looked at Ryan. The two of them confronted each other, and no one was willing to give in. In the end, Tucker shrugged, "If you don't want to talk, then it's great, I can leave now." After that, Tucker turned around and took steps.

Ryan finally compromised and said, "Yes, let's expand the publicity further. The next week will be in North America, and then we will start from Europe. After the summer season begins, we will move to South America..."

Ryan's words gradually became blurred. Tucker looked at Ryan who was in a mad state. He knew that Ryan was crazy. Ryan not only lost the calmness and reason he was proud of, but also lost himself. Tucker decided to leave. In a blink of an eye, he had already figured out a way out. He could work in a public relations company and find a position in Warner Bros. Distribution Department. If he wanted, he could complete his job change and start over in the next week. In fact, he also planned this way. The "Saharan Cavalry" was finished and the Diorama Film was finished.

Looking quietly at Ryan in front of him, Tucker suddenly understood what Lance felt now: the turtle in the jar was watching them struggling desperately in the trap, giving up further actions, but just watching them gradually fall apart and break up, watching them kill bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, and watching them perish in torture and pressure.

Tucker couldn't help but look up, as if he could see Lance's smile in the sky above his head.
Chapter completed!