The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 64 Personal Revenge
At the Ater Mountain Shooting Range, with a burst of gunfire, Hawke fired another ten rounds of bullets, took off his noise-isolating headset, and ejected the magazine.

The instructor in charge of the live-fire test came over, checked the pistol target, and said, "Dude, it's still 100 rings. You've passed the live-fire test. I don't have anything else to teach you."

He signed his name on the assessment form: "I wish you all the best."

"Thank you." Hawke paid the tip, took the assessment form and handed it over to the professional person in charge of the shooting range.

The morning class is over and there is another theory class in the afternoon.

There are no online courses now, and the theoretical part requires eight hours of classes.

Hawke changed his coat, put away his gun as required, and prepared to find a place to have lunch when he received a strange phone call.

After the call was connected, he said a few words to the other end and quickly got in the car and headed for the Western Police Station.

Eric Eason was arrested by the Western Police Station. He called and asked for help in finding a lawyer, and specifically asked them not to tell Catherine.

When Hawke registered his studio, he had dealt with a lawyer and immediately found the phone number and called him.

Half an hour later, the two met in front of the West Police Station and entered the police station together.

The lawyer stated his purpose and went through the formalities, and Hawke met Eric in a detention room.

The guy had injuries on his face and looked full of indignation, and it looked like he would explode at any moment.

Hawke took a look and saw that the injury was not as serious as Johnson's, so he asked, "What happened?"

Eric grabbed Hawke's arm tightly: "Miller Collins! Do you remember Miller Collins? He harassed me in the locker room and made a move on me. I fought back and got beaten by him."

He was extremely sad and angry: "I can't beat him, I can't beat him..."

Hawke remembered that the guy was a star wide receiver for the NFL's San Diego Chargers.

The guys who play professional football are physical monsters.

Eric added: "He must be a repeat offender. He got a bottle of water, walked by me, pretended to accidentally spill it on my pants, squatted down and wiped my pants, took the opportunity to pinch me there, and tried to take it out, with his mouth open."

He became angrier as he spoke: "When he saw me resisting fiercely, he actually called the police first, saying that I harassed him. There was another person in the locker room at the time, and when the LAPD arrived, he testified that I had touched him..."

Hawke believed Eric. Even though this guy cried that he didn't want to eat seafood, he was definitely not gay.

Eric felt so ashamed: "My lawyer is also Catherine's lawyer. I dare not let Catherine know, so I had to call you."

Hawke consoled him: "It's him who's shameful, not you. You're just the victim."

Eric was helpless: "No one believed me."

Hawke said, “I believe you, man.”

Eric looked at Hawke and nodded vigorously: "I knew you would believe me."

The lawyer knocked on the door.

Hawke asked, "How's it going?"

The lawyer quickly said, "The problem is not that big. Miller Collins's side said they will not pursue the matter. He and his lawyer have already left the police station. We can leave after we complete the formalities here."

Eric stood up suddenly: "I am the victim!"

The lawyer said: "But the evidence is not in your favor. There is no surveillance in the locker room. Miller Collins also has water stains and your palm prints on his clothes. The only witness is on the other side."

Hawke grabbed the angry Eric and said to the lawyer, "You go and handle the paperwork. Let's leave here first."

Not long after, the three of them left the Western Police Station together.

The lawyer left first.

Eric got into Hawk's car, his stuff still at Tracy's gym, and Hawk drove him back to Westwood.

In the car, Eric looked depressed: "That bastard who gave false testimony must know Miller Collins. If we find him, we can prove my innocence!"

Hawke said: "If Miller Collins is a habitual gay, he is most likely brought by Miller Collins, and there is no point in finding him."

Eric was depressed for a moment.

Hawke consoled him, "If you want to get this place back, you'd better think of another way."

Eric thought of his former nemesis George Hansen, and started to think about launching a high-level business war.

The two came to Tracy's gym, and Eric went to the locker room and got his bag.

While Hawke was waiting outside, he noticed the gym manager walking quickly towards him with an envelope in his hand.

As soon as Eric came out, the gym manager came over and said, "Mr. Ethan, considering that your behavior has caused great trouble to other customers, Tracy Gym is no longer welcome to you." She handed over the envelope: "Please keep the refunded fee."

"You guys..." Eric was very angry, but he held it back, snatched the envelope and walked out.

Hawke glanced at the gym manager and followed him.

One is a VIP member, the other is an ordinary member. The former also has a witness. It is easy to imagine what choice the gym will make.

The two men left the gym and Eric still got into Hawke's car.

Hawke could only comfort him: "Don't be angry about this kind of person and this kind of thing. We can always find a way to get back at this place."

"But I can't think of a solution." Eric's eyes turned red, and he begged Hawke: "Don't tell Catherine about this. I will be very embarrassed and lose the last bit of dignity a man has."

Hawke nodded, "This matter ends between you and me."

Eric felt uncomfortable all over, and the depression seemed to be bursting out of his chest. He couldn't let it out and couldn't even write the script.

He thought again of George Hansen, and of Hawke asking him to join him in the show.

Eric straightened up and looked at Hawke in the driver's seat, and said, "Your West Coast Media Entertainment Studio can accept Dwayne Johnson's employment, and can also accept my employment, right?"

It wasn't difficult for Hawke to guess what he was thinking, so he asked directly, "You want me to help you deal with Miller Collins, right?"

"Yes, deal with that bastard, otherwise I won't be able to get through this." Everything that happened in Park City made Eric full of confidence in Hawke: "Miller Collins is a star wide receiver in the NFL, which is within the scope of the studio's business."

All his hopes were placed on Hawke: "I still have $30,000..."

Hawke raised his hand to stop him from continuing: "I'm sorry, I can't accept your offer."

Eric opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He leaned back in his seat, feeling that his life was bleak.

Hawke said slowly: "You are my friend. I will not stand by and watch my friend being oppressed like this. Don't talk about money or anything like that."

Eric understood: "I can't let you work for me for nothing."

"I got Johnson's business because of your introduction. Have you ever asked me for a penny?" Hawke said very seriously: "Eric, do you want me to pay you?"

Eric wanted to speak again.

Hawke further said: "You don't have to worry about this. I may make some money from Miller Collins in this matter. No matter how much, I will not share it with you. You will also need to pay for some large expenses incurred during the period."

Eric responded, "No problem."

Hawke continued, "Don't even think about advanced business tactics like shooting and breaking legs. We both have great futures ahead of us. It's not worth going to jail for a gay guy."

He then asked, "Old friend, what do you think? I know what you think."

Eric was disgusted this time: "If possible, make him stink."

"I understand." Hawke took out his cell phone and called Edward: "Don't hang around outside, go back to the studio immediately and prepare to produce news."

Edward, who was almost drowsy from squatting, suddenly became alert: "Boss, have you found a new target or new clue?"

Hawke said, "Yes, there is a suitable target. Hurry back. I am on my way back."

Edward started the car: "I'll be right back."

Hawke hung up the phone and asked Eric, "You won't be in the mood to create until this is done, right?"

Eric said: "Yes, all my creative inspiration was crushed by that pinch."

Hawke took the initiative to invite: "Don't you want to experience my work and accumulate inspiration for the next creation? It happens that I am short of manpower here, so you can come and help. You can also experience the fun of revenge with your own hands. I can tell you responsibly that the taste is 100 times better than sex between men and women."

Eric smiled and said, "Okay!"

On the way back, Hawke bought some sports magazines from a newsstand, and inside one of them was a poster of Miller Collins.

After arriving at the studio and waiting for Edward to return, Hawke immediately convened a three-person meeting.

He put a poster of Miller Collins on the whiteboard and said, "This is our next target, San Diego Chargers star wide receiver Miller Collins. We don't know enough about him. Before the plan officially starts, we must collect his information and do a background check."

This was Eric's first time doing this kind of work, so he just listened and didn't say anything.

"Savior, look through the newspapers and magazines of the past three years for news about Miller Collins. Eric, ask Johnson for help and find out about Miller Collins' relationship with the San Diego Chargers, his endorsements and business status through public channels." Hawke also had a task: "I will learn about his family situation and his friends and playmates."

He clapped his hands: "Guys, take action."

(End of this chapter)