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The two broke up unhappily after the quarrel. Lu Ze chose to go back to the bedroom to rest. He was so angry at the argument with Mickey that he felt a throbbing pain in his temples. He fell asleep about ten minutes after returning to bed.

Mickey changed his clothes and went out. Originally, he wanted to go out to have fun according to the original plan, but under the current circumstances, of course Kesha would not go with him for fun anymore. He waved his hand and refused and went with Lucas.

After returning to the room, Mickey was left alone and went out to who knows where.

In fact, he knows that Lu Ze is full of good intentions, and he also knows that if this movie is really released, it will definitely make a big splash, and the controversy from fans will definitely drown him, but if he really shoots the beautiful things that people want to see,

, he is no longer Mickey.

He just wants to touch the scars, no matter how much trouble he faces, and he will never give up showing the public what he has seen because of fear of public opinion. He wants to change, even if it is just a tentative change, otherwise this place will still be the same.

It is a pool of stagnant water that will never change.

He understands that he is just a director and there are not many things he can do, so he can only use his works to cry out. Even if the world is deaf, only he can hear his cry. At least he has made efforts.

That's enough.

There are so many things he wants to express in this movie, but he just wants to make it, and no one can stop him.

…

"Have another drink, no mint, just freshly squeezed lime juice, no lime slices, and more ice."

"What happened today? You have never had a drink since the release of "Effect". What happened? Why didn't Lu Ze come with you?"

Following Mickey's request, Depp poured the whiskey into a glass with condensation on the wall and shook it slightly. After squeezing in a few drops of lime juice, he placed it on the bar. Seeing Mickey's face turn red and looking a little depressed, he set it up after he was free.

Talked.

"It's nothing, I'm fine, let's have another drink."

"Dad, don't give him any more wine. Look how drunk he is. Mickey, what is this?"

A slender palm pressed down on the rim of the cup, and the tone of his words was somewhat reproachful to Mickey. He stood a finger in front of him, attracting the already drunk Mickey.

"Jelena~ Long time no see, you have become more beautiful. Seriously, I heard that you are filming a sitcom. How is it? Is the filming going well? If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. I am familiar with all the British directors.

…”

Irina, who has officially entered the entertainment industry, can no longer go without makeup like she did when she was a bartender. Now she has long blond hair permed, some coquettish makeup on her face, very trendy clothes, and her skin should be

After taking care of it, my face has regained the whitening collagen that a girl of this age should have.

"Me? It's not bad. The crew has finished filming, so I have become an unemployed vagrant, just waiting to see myself on TV. But it's you...what happened?"

Mickey took the bottle directly from Depp's hand and poured it for himself. Seeing his father's helpless expression, Elena didn't get too entangled in this matter. Since she was unhappy, it didn't hurt to drink two more drinks. The most important thing now

It's about understanding why he is so negative.

"Elena, if you are asked to choose between your wishes and your friends, how should you choose?"

"So you had a fight with Mr. Lu? Regarding this question, first I will consider whether this wish is very important to me. Looking at you... it should be very important, but I don't think there is a need to make a wish between friends.

Do you have a choice? If he is really a good friend, he should do his best to help you realize your wish."

"But the price of realizing my wish is a bit high, maybe a bit too high... He would stop me from realizing my wish just because I would be affected. It seems that I shouldn't consult a little girl like you. After all, you don't understand the situation either. Forget it.

It’s very late, I should go.”

"I send you."

"No, it's not safe for a girl to come back at night, let alone a beautiful girl... I'll take this half bottle of wine away, oh Fake..."

Watching the hands of the watch gradually point to twelve o'clock, Mickey took out the banknotes from his arms and put them on the table. He put half a glass of whiskey and ice cubes into his mouth. Perhaps his brain was frozen when he bit the ice cubes. He held his head and groaned in pain.

With a cry, he ignored Elena's hands that stretched out to support him, and left the Lion Heart Bar unsteadily.

At twelve o'clock, there were very few vehicles passing by on the streets of Liverpool. After all, this street was not a gathering place for bars, and no young men or women stayed there again.

As a coastal city, the climate is inevitably changeable. Little snowflakes suddenly began to fly in the sky. The temperature at the end of February was so low that it was biting. He could only hold the wine bottle in his arms, wrap his body tightly with his coat, and

Warm the half bottle of liquid that brings him happiness.

Until under the dim street light, his stomach suddenly spasmed, causing discomfort all over his body. His throat tightened, and his stomach contracted and squeezed the food. Finally, he held on to the street light, bent over and started to vomit. The wine left his room along with the pizza he had eaten at night.

Body.

Wiping the stringy saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, he blocked one nostril and exhaled forcefully, blowing out the frozen snot from the other nostril. It was inevitable that his fingers would get some snot on them, so he wiped it on the street light pole.

“Uh~fu·k…fu·k…fu·k!”

He closed his eyes and raised his head. The dim light could still penetrate the thin eyelids to illuminate his eyes. He spun half a circle on the spot. His tear glands were stimulated when he vomited, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away with the end of his palm.

His expression was extremely painful and ferocious. Perhaps...the tears were not a reaction to vomiting.

Pain that penetrates deep into the soul is always a necessary condition for an extreme pessimist. He is very dangerous. Even he knows it and is tortured by it every day. He also wants to get rid of it, but the inspiration band born from the torture

It gave him glory, so he hesitated and repeated it endlessly.

He also thought about using some drugs or other things to share his worries, but countless negative cases warned him that these things would not bring him the slightest inspiration, and would only make him unable to take care of himself.

He is a fool, so he can only bear it, get himself drunk when he reaches the critical point, have a good sleep, and start again the next morning.

He is engaged in the art industry and wants to express his thoughts, so he should suffer this pain, because a person with a positive heart will not suffer such hardships like him even if he is engaged in art work. It is nothing more than self-inflicted.

"Sir, are you okay? Do you need help?"

A man with sallow skin and sunken eye sockets came over and wanted to help Mickey. This man was not Asian, but probably a Middle Easterner, and Middle Easterners who appeared in the UK... Needless to say.

"No need, get out of here!"

"No, no, sir, I am very enthusiastic and can give you some help, such as sending you home, and you only need to pay me a certain amount of compensation. What do you think?"

A big hand grabbed the man's collar. Mickey's bloodshot eyes were filled with the irritability of keeping strangers away from him. He looked the man up and down impatiently. The man could only raise his hands to express his innocence.

"So you mean you can't leave without paying? Since when has Britain become the territory of refugees like you? I'm warning you, as long as I want to know which refugee camp you live in, how many people are in your family, and which gangster is covering you?

, whether you were detained or smuggled in, I can even check which boat you came here on. Remember! No one will care about the life of a refugee who doesn’t even have an ID card. If you don’t want your whole family,

If you are fished out of the sea by a fishing boat tomorrow, or if you can't catch it and feed it to the fish, just get the hell away and don't mess with me! Or before messing with me, ask in Liverpool who Mickey Taylor is, you bitch

Raised by Mr. Zha."

Pushing the man away, Mickey rubbed his palms on his coat as if disgusted, lit a cigarette, turned and left, but before taking two steps, the man grabbed his sleeve from behind, and the alley he came out of

There, five or six men with unkind eyes appeared.

"You may be very powerful in Liverpool, but everyone in my family is dead. One shell, my wife and my children were all blown up to the sky, but I still have to live, so... I don't want to do it just for some money.

If you lose your life, take out all your money. Your life is worth more than my life."

A sharp dagger glowed with white light, and the tip of the knife was already touching Mickey's coat. Six men walking out of the alley surrounded him and put their hands into his pockets.

"You can take away valuable things, but it's best if he doesn't get hurt. I don't want to make things worse, and I believe you do the same."

The street lamp behind him lengthened the shadow, extending to the feet of these refugees. A half-burned cigarette was thrown on the ground, exploding sparks. The smoke mixed with the breath condensed in the low temperature environment to form a gas visible to the naked eye.

Up in the sky, Lu Ze was walking quickly towards this side with two strong men holding cigarettes in their mouths and eager to try.

Seeing the three burly people, they really didn't want to fight with Lu Ze and the others because there was no need. They were just trying to grab some money to buy something to eat and drink. If they really stabbed someone, let alone stabbing someone to death, even if they injured someone who looked like a powerful person.

People, they really can’t eat and walk around.

"We are just here to have a meal, and of course we will not harm this gentleman. But if you come here again, you won't be sure. We will leave after taking the money."

"Did I fucking tell you to leave!"

The warm wine bottle in my arms hit the man holding the knife horizontally. The bottle did not break, but the man fell down in response. This was not a saccharified wine bottle used for filming. Such a thick glass would probably damage the brain.

It won't break even if you punch it out.

Mickey decided to fight back when he saw Lu Ze and the other two people arriving at the scene. Needless to say, the Maozi brothers have their bodies here. Lu Ze even chased a dozen refugees by himself in France. He could kill more than a dozen people at once without any problem. This time

Isn’t four-on-seven a piece of cake?

In fact, this was also the case. Lu Ze's reaction speed was quite fast. After all, he had already prepared for a conflict. The trash can next to him had a two-layer structure, inside and outside. With a tug of his hands, the lidded trash can was pulled up and directed toward him.

He threw it directly in the direction of the refugees, hitting one of them on the head.

But the protagonist of this conflict is obviously not Lu Ze, but the two burly Maozi brothers. It is difficult for the two of them to fight with their stature. The thin refugees are no different from beating chickens. Even if the other party has weapons, these imitation military boots

Those big leather boots can still kick someone's intestines out with one kick.

Then he grabbed the collar with his big hands and tore open the poor-quality cotton clothes. The cotton was scattered on the floor, and the cloth wrapped the refugee's head. With the words "Sukabulet", he aimed his old fist at the bridge of his nose and launched a fierce attack.

.

Mickey beat one, and Lu Ze beat two of them one by one. The four of them were fine, but the refugees could only groan in pain on the ground.

Lucas squatted down and wiped the blood from his hands, took out Mickey's stolen property from the refugee's pocket, and returned it to Mickey. Then he looked at the small wound on his fist that was scratched by the zipper, towards his head.

Gave him another kick.

"Let them lie here? Or call the police and let the police handle it."

European countries currently have a very consistent attitude towards refugees. Last time in France, more than a dozen refugees were beaten, and Lu Ze was not held accountable. This time, Mickey, a British citizen, became a victim. As long as they were not beaten to death, it is estimated that four people

You can get out of the police station in less than an hour.

"Why call the police, help them, and help them stay in the alley? I told you, don't fucking mess with me. If you are brave enough, come on, let's continue playing."

Kesha and Lucas were a little drunk. After all, they drank a lot of wine that night. Without hesitation, they directly pulled the people into the dark alley. The seven of them lay in a ball and could only turn over gently.

Accompanied by a groan of pain, it looked really miserable.

"Is this necessary? Forget it."

Since he has no ability to move, continuing to beat him would not be self-defense, but violence. Lu Ze frowned and took Mickey's arm to dissuade him.

"Are you pitying them? Don't think so, because they will definitely rob others. You don't need to pity this kind of people at all, because they will not be grateful to you. You were born in China, so you don't understand them well enough.

They do all kinds of illegal things, and no one dislikes them. When the sun sets and the fig leaf of human nature is removed, people will not treat them as rationally and gently as during the day, just like they do here when night comes.

The same thing happens to us, we will still turn a blind eye and treat it unequally. As for why?..."

"Go to "Past Life" to find the answer..."

"..."