Evil Awe-Inspiring - Chapter 159

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

I rest for two days, and a doctor was invited to the garage to treat me. I feel that my body has basically recovered.

 This afternoon, I’m in the gym practicing fighting with Silo. I’m teaching him some kongfu skills. Silo is very clever and learn things very quick. He can practice with me for a while if I don’t strike hard.

 “Little 5, Papa 8 wants to see you!”

 The door opens. Tiger is shouting at me at the door. I sweep Silo down with my right leg and look at him lying on the ground breathing.

 “You practice for one moer hour.”

 Then I pull a towel, wiping my sweat and walking towards the door.

 “Papa 8 is back?”

 “Yes, he’s waiting for you.”

 Papa 8 has left here for almost a week. He’s still waiting for me in the same room with last time. When I enter the room, I find he looks in good spirits.

 Sees me come in, he asks me to sit down, and then suddenly asking me a strange question: “Little 5, how do you know Sophie? Did you offend her?”

 I’m stunned: “No, I didn’t!”

 Then I go over what happened at the police station that day to him. He’s just laughing after listening. I feel a little strange: “Is there any problem?”

 “Nothing.” Papa 8 is shaking his head, “She’s just a playful little girl. Just this little girl has a very powerful father. Now we have some cooperations with her father. But it seems that she misunderstood you last time, and you left some impressions to her. I met her last night and she asked me something about you. Well, she’s only a child. I’m going to meet the Angels of the Hell tonight. You go with me, and then you can apologize to her face to face yourself. She’s Sorin’s daughter, and I don’t want to interfere with our cooperation because of unnecessary things. Do you understand? As a result, our relationships are in the honeymoon period recently.”

 “OK, no problem!”

 I don’t ask what business we are corporating with the Angels of the Hell. I know what should ask and what should not.

 “Well, I always want to take you with me. You are a young man I appreciate very much. Now that you are our own person too, I will train you more. Let’s go to a party together in the evening. I’ll introduce you to some people. Some of them will probably be dealing with you in the future.” He’s looking at me with a smile and says, “You look very good. By the way, do you have the right dress?”

 I shake my head.

 In the afternoon, Papa 8 arrange to send me a suite of suit.

 I look at it and feel a little touching in my heart. The brand of this suit is the same as the the one Nanny bought for me before. Coincidentally, even the style and the color are the same. I change into this suit in my room and look at myself in the mirror.

 The last time I dressed like this, I was still at home with Nanny. Looking at myself in the mirror, it seems that I have returned to the old time. It was the warmest and most comfortable period of my life.

 Now I’m still wearing the same clothes. I am still me. Face is still the same face, but looking at the person in the mirror, I can’t help sighing with all sorts of feeling.

 I rub my cheeks and smile bitterly at myself in the mirror. I feel helpless, more of a complex mood that can’t be described.

 My eyes are no longer the same as previous Little 5. There’re are a little more fierces, a little vicissitudes, a little killing sharpness inside. I’ve met so many things in recent months.

 I feel a little tight. Maybe I’ve been exercising a lot lately and my body is stronger than I was.

 Two buttons are unfastened at the top of my shirt. Because I don’t have the habit of wearing a tie. A little bit of my strong chest is revealed, and a tiny thing is hanging on my chest with a silver chain: that ring!

 Actually, since I came to Canada, I have thought a lot about this ring. The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have encountered so many troubles just because of some hidden relationships with this ring! My mind is so complicated about this ring that I even have a little more resistance to use it. I don’t want, at least try to avoid to use this ring again.

 On the one hand, I seem to have a strange treasure, which brings me all kinds of good lucks. But on the other hand, it always seems to bring me all kinds of the troubles!

 Even if it weren’t for this ring, I might have been living a quiet and peaceful life with DIdi now.

 DIdi, I’m sighing…

 I shake my head, forbidding myself to continue thinking.

 When I walk out of the room to see Papa 8, he’s looking into my eyes with the satisfaction. He seems in a good mood, even patting me on the shoulder and laughing: “Good boy! Good looking.”

 Tiger is diving Papa 8’s car. Obviously, Tiger’s position next to Papa 8 is just like Jim’s position next to Juan.

 Just forget about it, I’m laughing bitterly. I stop myself thinking about these uncomfortable things anymore.

 Papa 8’s car is a Rolls-Royce, equipped with bullet-proof glass and explosive tires. I’m surprised that Tiger and I are the only two people around him. Because of the recent situation, he does not bring more people around?

 Papa 8 is laughing at my question. He says: “Now they’re scared of us and dare not to mess up anymore. If they dare to do anything with me, in less than a month, our people will turn over Vancouver and sweep them over! They are not the fools. We’ve shown our strengths and it’s time to negotiate now.”

 It is a charity party at the Hilton Hotel tonight.

 Ironically, all the people who come to this charity party are the representatives of some famous mafia families in North America, as well as some big companies with mafia backgrounds.

 And the organizer of this charity evening is the godfather of the Angels of the Hell, Mr. Sorin, the emperor of the underworld of Canada.

 It’s ironic that a charity party is held by the underworld. But it’s normal.

 Fat fellow has already told me before: “What is the really dark? If the dark and white are mixed up and invisible, it is called the real dark!”

 Now is not the simply street fighting and killing time. Big Mafia organizations are industrializing, corporatizing, turning from the black to white, and then using their legal status to engage in illegal undertakings, or laundering a large amount of illegally obtained wealth into legal assets, which is now the mainstream of the Mafia world.

 Those street gangsters. Actually, they can’t be compared with the real Mafias or gangs at all.

 Entering the mainstream world, corporatization, industrialization, these all need some necessary procedures, in accordance with certain rules of the game. Some big companies with mafia backgrounds also need to build public trusts and do charity to buy people’s hearts. These are all the necessary methods.

 The 3rd floor of the Hilton Hotel have is booked for tonight. The largest banquet hall has been renovated and all the guests have been escorted.

 I also see some policemen are walking up and down. I think it is really interesting.

 These big heads here, maybe ordinary people don’t know their backgrounds, but the police do. It seems that the world is still like this. The so-called black and white, the police and the gangsters are just different positions. For a banquet like tonight, if someone puts a bomb here to kill all the guests, or the police rush in and arrest all of them into the prison. I guarantee that the Canadian underworld would go back at least five years and the crime rates would be much lower.

 But this is impossible, no police dare to come here to arrest any people!

 Here, any man belongs to the underworld, as long as the police have no evidence to arrest him, he can stand up and shouting very arrogant to the police: “Don’t mess with me! I am also a taxpayer, a taxpayer who’s feeding your police!”

I’m afraid even the chief of police in Vancouver must be respectful to the big bosses here when he meets them.

 Such an amazing world.

 Tiger and I accompany Papa 8 to the hotel on both sides. The hotel opens a special elevator through the banquet hall. The security level here is also very high tonight. Of course, there won’t be any body searching us, but the entrance has a door to detect metal or electronic equipment, which is not so dazzling because it is decorated with flowers.

 “These measures are superfluous,” Tiger tells me, “The whole Canada, no one dares to come in with a gun at Mr. Sorin’s banquet! Even the police!”

 The banquet hall is gorgeous and magnificent. I have also experienced this kind of occasion, so I am not too embarrassed.

 I’m relaxed, just follow Papa 8 into the banquet hall. However, what I never expected is that I’m about walking on a stage that belongs to me from here!

 The show is on!