The Most Powerful System

"By the way, man, I don't know how much your custom-made suit cost?" Locke asked disdainfully, and took a sip of Lafite wine after asking.

In Locke's view, a poor and sour Chinese riding a motorcycle, wearing a suit of unknown brand, was worth a few hundred dollars.

He deliberately used this pretext to humiliate Hannah's boyfriend.

Hearing this, Qi Yu snorted coldly and stretched out three fingers to Locke and Evelyn: "If I said my suit was worth three million dollars, would you believe it?"

"puff!"

Qi Yu's answer instantly caused the red wine in Locke's mouth to spurt out.

Locke pointed at Qi Yu's suit with a big smile on his face, "Your broken suit is worth three million dollars? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life! Hahaha!"

"Hey." Qi Yu snorted coldly, with a calm expression on his face, "With the narrow vision of a little worldly person like you, you naturally wouldn't believe that this suit on me is worth three million dollars."

In fact, Qi Yu did not lie, and there was no exaggeration in it.

This suit was a special suit developed by the most knowledgeable Doctor Destruction among the three servants Qi Yu had ordered him to develop.

The material used is an extremely tough composite material, coupled with the consecration of Doctor Doom, so it can withstand most physical attacks, chemical attacks, and even magical attacks.

The most basic material costs alone are three million US dollars. If other costs are included, I am afraid that it will not be able to get down to ten million US dollars.

After hearing Qi Yu's words, Locke and Evelyn covered their stomachs and laughed wildly, as if they had heard a big joke.

Bob and Serena on the side were immediately contemptuous for the price of three million US dollars quoted by Qi Yu.

'After all, a suit is just a suit, and even the most expensive suit in the world is far less than three million dollars. ’

‘You brag, you have to talk about some basic common sense, okay? ’

‘Oh, Hannah, I didn’t expect that the boyfriend you were looking for would be such a superb guy…’

Thinking like this, Bob and Serena couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Covering her belly and smiling, suddenly, Evelyn's cell phone rang.

Evelyn tried her best to suppress the smile on her face, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but keep a little smile.

When she took out her mobile phone from her pink bag and saw that the caller was a call from a well-known director of a second-tier entertainment company, the contemptuous smile on her face suddenly stopped and disappeared. .

"Director Keel?"

Seeing the name of the contact's note, Evelyn's expression immediately became serious.

Director Ke Aier is a director of a second-tier entertainment company in the United States, and she is just a small model from the periphery. Although she has always wanted to squeeze into the entertainment industry, she has only worked on a small third-tier film in the past two years. , was a female n number and showed her face for a few minutes.

Last month, she had an official relationship with Locke. Locke took her to a local high society cocktail party in Brooklyn last week. At the cocktail party, she deliberately created an opportunity to chat up a few words with Director Keel. The man got his cell phone number in his hands. Now that the other party called her in person, she couldn't help feeling overjoyed.

'Director Keel called me, should he invite me to participate in his new film? ’

'Oh! OMG! If that's the case, that's awesome! "

'Director Ke Aier is quite well-known in the film and television industry, and the films and TV dramas he directs are at least second-tier productions, haha, I'm so lucky! ’

Delusional in her heart, Evelyn quickly walked out of the luxurious box of the party, came to a quiet corner of the corridor outside, and couldn't wait to press the answer button.

"Hello, hello, are you Miss Venus?" A more vigorous middle-aged man's voice,

Floating into Evelyn's ear curtains.

"Well, hello, I'm Evelyn Venus, may I ask you..." Evelyn asked politely. In fact, she knew that the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was Director Keel, but she deliberately It's just pretending she doesn't know, after all, she secretly asked for this phone number back then.

"I'm Jere Coyle, director of Canary Entertainment Co., Ltd." Director Coyle replied.

"Oh! My God! You are the famous director Keel! It's unbelievable! A big man like you actually called me..." Evelyn is very slippery, and the time for stalking horses can be called first class.

"..."

After the call was over, Evelyn jumped up with joy.

Unsurprisingly, Director Keel called him to invite him to participate in the movie, and it was a second-tier film project.

What's more, director Keel promised that he would arrange himself to be the female No. 3 in this movie!

"Lord, I'm the third female! I'm going to be famous!"

Evelyn couldn't help raising her arms and cheering, and then she even walked with her head held high, as if she had become a popular star.

Evelyn walked with her head held high, with a pompous and confident look, she was walking and accidentally stepped on the instep of a person walking from the left side of the corridor.

This is a thin blond man in his thirties who walks well, but Evelyn walked with her eyes above the ground, not seeing anyone next to her, so she stepped on his instep.

However, Evelyn came to accompany her boyfriend Locke to the high school reunion, and she was still wearing those very sharp high heels, so she stepped on the blond skinny man with great pain and screamed.

"Bastard! You don't have eyes when you walk!"

The strange thing is that the trainer was not the blond skinny guy who was stepped on the instep, but Evelyn who stepped on the instep of someone else.

"Bichi! Clean your mouth for me!"

The blond skinny jumped on one leg, rubbed the instep that was hurt by the high heels, pointed at Evelyn who was opposite and cursed.

Obviously, the other party didn't have long eyes and stepped on him accidentally. Not only did he not apologize to himself, but instead he insulted him, which made him annoyed.

"Who are you calling Bi Chi? Do you know who my boyfriend is? Believe it or not, I asked my boyfriend to tear your mouth to pieces!"

Evelyn angrily threatened the blond man, and if there was a disagreement, her boyfriend Locke would come over and teach the skinny man a lesson.

Locke is a tough guy who is 1.85 meters tall with muscles all over his body, not to mention the number two character of the Wild Wolf Gang in Brooklyn, with dozens of people under his control. Isn't it easy to teach this thin blond man a lesson?

In Evelyn's view, even if the opponent is maimed, nothing will happen. After all, Locke has not done such violent things.

"Hehe, who is your boyfriend who makes you so fearless?" The thin blond stared at Evelyn viciously, with a hint of disdain on his face, which made it a little unpredictable.

As he spoke, the blond man reached out and grabbed Evelyn's arm with a fierce look in his eyes, "I don't care which onion your boyfriend is, unless you apologize to me now, not only will I not let you go, but I will also let you go. Selling you to a nightclub as a prostitute!"

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Evelyn struggled hard, but it's a pity that a female classmate is not as strong as the blond and thin one.

Fortunately, Locke soon heard her cry and ran over aggressively.

After running over, without saying a word, he directly punched the thin blond man's face, smashing the thin blond man's lips and bleeding, and lost several teeth.

"Oh! My God!" Due to the severe pain, the thin blond man quickly let go of his hands and covered his mouth and wailed.

After Evelyn broke free from the thin blond man's hand, she immediately lifted her high-heeled feet, and deliberately stepped on the thin blond man's instep again, causing him to cry louder and louder.

"Waste, how dare you bully women! And she's still a woman of Lao Tzu!"

Locke kicked the thin blond man's stomach, knocking him to the ground.

Finally, he spat on his face, and then took Evelyn's hand, and the two left the corridor arrogantly and walked to the 404 luxury box.

The thin blond man lying on the ground covered his aching stomach with one hand, wiped the blood from his cracked lips with the other hand, and stared at the box room number where the two entered.

"Room 404, I remember, you wait for me!" The thin blond spit out bloody phlegm on the floor, whispering to himself, a trace of cruelty flashed across his face.

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