Waltz Fleur glanced at them coldly, but she didn’t recognize Carol Rockefeller, whose face was swollen like a pig’s. After snorting softly, Waltz immediately walked into Global Traders Hotel.

Levi Bayer, who got up with his hands on his stomach, was on the verge of tears. “Isn’t this California? California isn’t a first-tier city, and it also doesn’t have super powerful martial arts families. Why does it feel even more dangerous than Alaska? A random woman is already halfway to Earth rank.”

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