The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 158: Full of Conspiracy Theories]

East Hollywood, Ranch Park.

Hawke checked the drawers and cupboards inside the RV, locking all the latches to prevent things from falling out while driving.

Footsteps echoed above him as Edward dismantled the sunshade, calling down to Frank, who was folding furniture. "Old beggar, just throw all this junk away."

Frank turned his head and asked, "If I throw it away, will you buy me new stuff?"

Due to his involvement in the company's investment, Savior had been a bit broke lately, muttering, "If you go there like this, you will bring shame to the company!"

"Hell no!" Frank spat back, "You, a cotton picker, dare to look down on other people?"

Hawke opened the RV window and urged, "You two fools, hurry up! If anyone wastes more time, I'll hang them from a streetlamp and shoot them with a slingshot!"

Edward obediently closed his mouth.