The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 259: The Stolen Paris Tape]

Santa Monica, in a single-family home.

Hawke and Edward walked in and found Campos, along with Carlos and Garcia, whose faces were noticeably swollen.

"What happened to you two?" Edward, now quite familiar with them, joked, "Did you take turns slapping each other?"

Carlos managed a painful grin through his puffy face. "It's from wearing fake mustaches for too long, caused an allergic reaction. We've already seen a doctor."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. As soon as he said this, Carlos suddenly felt a mix of tenderness and itchiness on his face. He quickly pulled out a tube of cream, squeezed some out, and applied it to his reddened skin. "During the day, it's bearable, but at night, it itches so much that I can't sleep."

Hawke sat across from them. "You guys have had a tough time." He gestured to Edward, signaling him to hand over the packages to the duo.

Edward handed two bags to Carlos and Garcia, encouraging them to take a look inside.

Carlos peeked inside and said, "Boss, there's no need for this. We made a good amount of money from this trip."