Simon's eyes lit up, he grabbed Jiang Tuoye's shoulders and shook them vigorously.
"What did you say? Lidya is here? Where is she? I miss that little girl so much."
Jiang Tuoye tried his best to escape from his grasp and rubbed his shoulders, "Boss is out for something. I will call you when I get back to the base in the evening. You old guy, you don't have to be so excited every time you hear Boss's name."
"You brat, who are you calling old?" Simon didn't like hearing this. He was just fifty years old, so how could he be old? His face was still smooth, and his body functions were stronger than those of a young man.
"Okay, I'm old, I'm old enough. You can study your things, and I'll go check on Powell." With that said, he dodged Simon's grasp and walked towards the inner room.
Simon looked at Jiang Tuoye walking away and laughed happily, "Oh, Lidya, that little girl is finally here. He hasn't seen her for how many years. It seems to be more than ten years. I don't know how tall she is now."
No matter what she looks like, she must be as beautiful as her mother.
"Powell, how do you feel?" Walking into one of the rooms, on the snow-white hospital bed, Powell's upper body was wrapped with a bandage. At the moment, he was leaning on the bed, watching the TV on the table opposite.
"Boss." Powell saw Jiang Tuoye struggling to hold himself up, but was stopped by Jiang Tuoye.
"Just lie down. I'll come and check on you. I'll be leaving in a while."
"Boss, that woman..." He was still angry in his heart. His savior had to submit to a woman and kneel in front of her in such shame. Jiang Tuoye could bear it, but he couldn't bear it.
Jiang Tuoye's expression changed and he warned coldly, "Powell, please pay attention to your identity. Even if the boss doesn't care, I can't spare you."
"Boss..." Powell widened his eyes in surprise and looked at him in confusion.
Jiang Tuozhi was very pleased that he could protect himself in this way, but he also had his own principles.
"Powell, if I want to be independent, the boss will definitely nod and agree without saying a word." He believed that Bo Liangyin would never object. They all knew what she meant in their hearts, and they just wanted them to live well.
In the underworld, this intention is almost equivalent to extravagant hope.
"Then why isn't the boss independent?" He believed that the boss had the strength and had been with him for so many years, so he had confidence in him.
Jiang Tuoye stood tall and tall, standing by the wall, looking at the portrait of the God of Death hanging on the wall. Simon's hobby was really heavy.
"It's not that I'm not independent, it's that I've never thought that independence is not that easy, and the purpose of my life is to protect the boss's safety throughout his life, even at the expense of myself."
"Why?" When Powell heard this, he almost jumped up with excitement.
"Because, what I am today is all because of the care of the boss and his daughter. Back then, my father was just a member of a small gang. After the mission failed, he was pushed out by their leader to take the blame. He died miserably, and my mother and I also
I can't escape death. If the old man hadn't saved me, I would have been dead for many years. How could I still be where I am today with no worries about food and clothing, with many younger brothers? Powell, men all have ambitions and great ambitions, but nothing is more important than love and love.
Righteousness." He turned to look at Powell, who was quietly contemplating, and smiled faintly, "Although the boss is a woman, she is an existence like your Western God of War Athena. She is like a luminous body, with a power that makes people have to follow.
Her rotating attraction, without her, everyone will be derailed, and the future is unpredictable. There are others, and no one can stand at the top of the world forever. Powell, as your leader, if I cannot bear the consequences of failure,
Courage, I am not worthy to live as a man in this world."
These words were so affectionate that they made Powell, a grown man, shed tears of regret, and he couldn't help but regret the consequences of his impulsiveness yesterday.
Seeing that the knot in his heart had been resolved, Jiang Tuoye stepped forward and patted his shoulder meaningfully a few times, "Don't let something like this happen in the future, otherwise I will take action first even if the boss doesn't need to do it. You know, there are no rules."
, it’s not a square circle.”
Jiang Tuoye left a few words, turned around and left.
Powell stared blankly at the TV, but his heart was already shaking.
Monte Street is the most famous black street in Italy. No matter it is day or night, the mafia and some violent parties wander here. Ordinary citizens will never walk within two kilometers of Monte Street. The government originally
They intensified their crackdowns, but after countless setbacks, they stopped encircling and suppressing them. Over the years, this place has become a dark street filled with thick blood and violence all year round.
The Cowboy Restaurant, located in the middle of Monte Street, was opened by a top hitman who was a member of the Mafia in his early years. After Jinpen washed his hands, people came here to eat less and drink more. It was almost similar to a bar.
At nine o'clock that morning, a luxurious black Ferrari parked in front of the cowboy restaurant.
Qin Lan got out of the car first, walked over and opened the door for Bo Liangyin, then followed her into the restaurant.
As soon as we entered, a fishy smell hit the floor, accompanied by the sound of swearing, wine glasses being smashed, and tables being kicked.
As soon as Bo Liangyin entered, the whole restaurant suddenly became quiet. Everyone focused their attention on this outstanding woman with different expressions.
She glanced at the whole place coldly, put her hands in her trouser pockets, walked over to the wooden bar, and sat down.
Qin Lang followed Bo Liangyin expressionlessly. After he sat down, he stood quietly at her left shoulder, his eyes lazily lowered, silent.
A minute later, the waiter in a white shirt brought a cup of coffee and a cup of vodka.
Bo Liangyin raised his hand and placed it on the bar, tapping his slender white index finger on the table, "Have a seat, the Blue Mountain here is the most authentic."
Qin Lang nodded silently and sat down, putting it to his lips and sipping it. After thinking about it, he nodded seriously.
She leisurely played with the wine glass, and all her nerves and senses told her that her every move was under everyone's sight. It seemed to be under surveillance, but in fact it was just a necessary process for her first time here.
Sure enough, five minutes later, when everyone saw that Bo Liangyin was just drinking and didn't do anything, they started shouting loudly again, with the sound of knives and forks hitting plates and wine glasses clinking.
She raised her lips and smiled slightly, "It is indeed a black street, there is no distinction between day and night."
The next moment, she gave an order to Qin Lang, "Qin Lang, go and bring him out, boss, I have something to ask."
"Yes." Qin Lang stood up and walked to the staff passage in a familiar manner. The waiter wiping the glass in front of them seemed to be deaf and mute, and there was no abnormality.