He once put all his hopes on his dreams, but they killed the meaning of the dream with their own hands; he once hesitated and took steps and delivered trust, but they cruelly turned this trust into a sharp blade that stabbed him; he once tried his best to escape the nightmare of childhood and tried to start a new life, but they coldly pushed him back to his original form and fell into the ice cellar of memories; he had spent ten years getting rid of the pain of the past, and then seven years creating a new life, but they smashed his world overnight, just like Frank once...

Close his eyes, as if he had returned to the dark and damp basement, without a trace of light coming in. He lay in a daze on the cold concrete floor, his whole body was hot, just trying to put his cheeks on the ground, and greedily felt the slight penetrating cold air; his whole brain was like a ball of paste, and he had no way to think about it. There was a burst of pain in his body. He didn't even remember how these scars came about, but he just vaguely remembered that Frank was drunk again and kicked him hard in the stomach. He hit him like a burlap bag. When he got to the wall, then... there was nothing left. He had no memory of what happened next. His stomach began to spasm because he was too hungry. He wanted to curl up, but he found that his limbs were so heavy that he could not lift them up at all. There was a sound from the distant horizon, and the banging sound was like the sound of hunting guns echoing in the wilderness. The desperate and angry roar sounded like Theo's voice, but he thought it was unlikely. How could Theo roar? If it was Gao Wen, it was more reliable.

Then, he heard the illusory voice coming, "Lance, don't sleep, don't sleep. Lance, please, don't sleep." This was Gao Wen's voice. The painful voice made him want to laugh, but he felt that Gao Wen must be joking with him. He wanted to wave his hand and drive away Gao Wen's annoying voice, but he found that there was only a blurry halo in front of him, and everything was everywhere. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything clearly. He waved his right hand weakly, but he couldn't even lift it up, but he just rushed into the air.

He was sleepy, he was really sleepy, and he was so hungry, so hungry that he felt so uncomfortable. It would be great if there was a pack of candy at this time. The sounds gradually became farther and farther, and the halo became darker and darker, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only darkness.

Later, he woke up in the hospital, but he couldn't remember this memory. He asked Gao Wen, Ian and Theo, but they didn't want to say it, just saying that he was too hungry and fainted. He was a little confused, but couldn't say anything, so he could only lower his head as if he was ignorant.

He couldn't even remember when this happened. He remembered that he was ten years old, but Gao Wen said he was eight years old, but he had no impression. Those broken and incomplete memory fragments were mixed with other memories, and he could not tell clearly which ones were from that night and which ones were from other times.

From Green Bay to San Francisco, he thought he had finally bid farewell to the past and started a new life. However, the whole world was shattered again, Ryan Cavalug, Tucker Toure, and Jason Berkeley, they broke his world with their own hands, and the years that were forgotten in the corner of memory once again flocked to him and drowned him.

Hate, hatred, hatred, hatred, when Li Jin and Lancaster's souls were completely merged together, when he once again experienced those forgotten memories, when he was tortured by the painful memories that surged in pain, when he realized that the seventeen years of hard work had disappeared overnight, he hated them so extreme and crazy, and every cell in his body was looking forward to the arrival of this day.

He wanted to see them fall into dust, a tragic situation of being silent, he wanted to see them fragmented and desolate, he wanted to see their desolation of being betrayed and separated, he wanted to see them struggling to death by the torture and the execution of Lingchi.

So, he did that.

He was more sinister than them, he was more terrifying than them, he was more cruel than them, he was more cold-blooded than them, he was more unyielding than them. He just watched their world collapse little by little, as if he had hit his soul into countless pieces, and then the fragments turned into dust one after another. Finally, the soul disappeared, and his body remained, just a skin without any vitality. The magnificent scene was like a star explosion, magnificent, magnificent and sad.

That feeling of pleasure is like the fireworks on July 4th.

Today, it was the end. He finally did it. He finally completed his revenge with his hands, but the pleasure in his imagination did not come. He only felt tired and deep tiredness. Someone once said that hatred is the hardest thing in the world because it requires consuming your whole body's strength. Lance seemed to understand it, but he didn't seem to understand it very much.

I raised my head and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, but my eyes were confused. My heart was empty and there was no place to fall.

Retracting his gaze, taking a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the lost emotion, picking up the newspaper that Percy had just sent in, preparing to read it. He took off the kraft paper bag, and then saw a pack of rainbow candy placed below, which made Lance stunned, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was outlined, and he shook his head helplessly.

I looked down at the kraft paper bag in my hand. It was a package. The recipient was himself. The sender column was filled in... Jason Berkeley.

The action of unpacking the paper bag stopped like this. Why did Jason send him something? What content is it? What is the intention to do this?

After looking at the address, it turned out to be London. So, Jason is in London now?

Lance, who was always decisive, he hesitated at this time. He did not immediately open the paper bag, paused with his hands, and finally put the paper bag aside and flipped through the newspaper next to him. The top was the "Wall Street Journal". The news of Diorama Film's bankruptcy was not on the front page, nor on the headlines, but just a small corner in the entertainment version, the size of a tofu block, which reminded Lance of the obituary.

The headline of the entertainment version is related to "Batman Prequel: Return of the Warrior", and below the headline is the latest box office information of "City of Sin". The title says, "The Eighth R-level work of North American Film History with a box office of 200 million yuan was born! Lancelot created history again."
Chapter completed!