Carefully parting through the jungle, there was a bonfire that had just been lit. An old man wearing a tattered cowboy hat was sitting on a fallen tree stump with his back to Mike, playing a guitar in his hand.
The monotonous strings of the piano stirred up a few moths dancing around the campfire.
The old man didn't seem to notice anyone behind him at all, and he hummed a song along with the melody in his nose.
Mike didn't understand why he would set up a campfire and play in a place like this, but under current circumstances, he certainly couldn't greet the other person rashly.
So, he silently retreated into the bushes, trying to leave secretly.
But at this moment, the old man's humming stopped suddenly, and he suddenly spoke strangely.
"Since you're all here, why don't you come and sit for a while?"
Mike's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the old man.
He thought that the other party was with the group of people who were chasing him, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly found that the tree stump where the old man was sitting was empty.
Mike was stunned for a moment, looking around, and saw that the old man who had his back turned to him teleported to sit on the opposite side of the bonfire, and the guitar in his hand disappeared, and he was holding a long cigarette rod in his mouth, smoking happily.
The slightest smell of meat came over, and suddenly there was a roasted red wild duck on the campfire.
"The biggest problem for young people is that they cannot control their impulses."
"Who are you?" Mike kept aiming his gun at the old man, not daring to get too close to him.
The old man blew out a puff of smoke melodiously and waved to him.
Before he could put his hand down, Mike's stomach growled with hunger.
"If you feel hungry, then come and sit down. Don't worry, I am not the same as them..."
Although the other party said this, Mike still did not dare to step forward rashly.
The old man chuckled, took a puff from the cigarette holder, and then slowly puffed it out. The smoke spread around the bonfire, surrounding the few moths who wanted to fight the flames.
"Have you seen these moths? They can easily be burned to death, but they still rush into the fire. What do you think they want to do?"
Mike was nervous and still didn't answer the old man's words.
The old man put down his cigarette rod, pulled off one leg of the roast duck, and then started to feast on it.
His appetite even aroused Mike's stomach pain. Mike turned away with a sullen face, trying to escape cautiously.
"Perhaps their birth is destined to be the enemy of the 'light', even if they are burned to ashes... The strong wind can blow away the confetti on the ground, but it cannot blow away the moths clinging to the branches, because life
The meaning lies in 'disobedience'!"
The sudden words shook Mike's heart like an enlightenment.
He stopped walking. Although he still pointed the gun at the old man, the look in his eyes had become loose.
"Hmm...some people are born with wings, but they are willing to crawl on the ground like insects and ants...oh...it tastes really good."
The old man's words finally broke through Mike's psychological defense. He realized there was something in the other person's words, gritted his teeth and asked him: "What exactly do you want to say?"
The old man was chewing barbecue in his mouth, and oil stains were stained on his gray beard. Although he looked slovenly, Mike knew that he could never judge others by their appearance.
"The material world has too many limitations. For invisible arts, geographical distance has no meaning. No matter where you hide, fate has already left its mark on you..."
The old man stood up, put his hands on his waist, stretched out his belly, as if he was full, and said some words of revelation to Mike with a funny posture.
Mike seemed to understand, and there was confusion on his face.
"Are you trying to tell me that running away is useless?"
The old man laughed heartily.
"If you are born in darkness, then you belong to darkness. Darkness is not evil, it is just a form of opposition to light... You have to remember that both the material world and the secret world have their own 'complexities'.
All places need light...I am here to remind you."
Mike finally put down his gun and shouted to the old man incomprehensibly: "Remind me of what? Do you want me to stay here to die?"
"Fight..."
The old man burped and said only this word, then turned around, took off a large black robe from a branch on one side, and put it on himself.
He put on the hood of his robe and covered his forehead and eyes, leaving only his chin and mouth exposed.
When Mike saw him putting on his coat so leisurely, something he had not recalled for a long time suddenly came into his mind.
"It's you! You're the one..."
He remembered that when he first became a seer, he always had hallucinations and saw an old man in a black cloak appearing beside him inexplicably and speaking to him.
Since he returned home, the hallucination has not appeared again. After so many days, Mike has almost forgotten about it.
The old man in front of him was exactly the same as the one in the hallucination, both in appearance and demeanor. Mike was extremely convinced that he was him!
"There is everything that exists in all things... This is the truth that every 'Hermes' believes in. The secret nature that you study is the 'heart', which is the alchemy mastered by the sages in long history.
Technique, the essence of this power is transformation, and it is not just the transformation of matter, the key lies in the transformation of mind."
The old man seemed to be giving Mike a hint.
His words were difficult to understand, and he didn't seem to expect Mike to understand immediately.
"We all have our own difficulties and obstacles that we need to face. You are the seed I left in this world. If you can't break through the suffocating soil, you can only suffocate to death underground... Remember, the lips of wisdom will only speak to you.
He who has ears to hear, please enlighten..."
The old man in black robe finished this obscure words and finally snapped his fingers. Mike suddenly felt dizzy until he woke up from the dark forest.
He woke up again, and it turned out that what he had just experienced was a dream. After he fainted, he had a mysterious and strange dream...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sitting in the weeds, Mike's heart could not calm down for a long time.
It was almost dawn, and there were no pursuers around, so at least it was safe now.
The old man's communication with Mike in this dream was far greater than the previous ones, and he basically confirmed that it was not Mike's own hallucination, and that the other party must be a high-ranking person with unimaginable extraordinary power.
His friendly attitude did not harm Mike, but rather inspired him.
"Do you want me to stay in Renekton..."
"But what can I do if I stay here?"
"There is no way to take revenge, and there is danger at any time."
Mike smiled helplessly, lying in the grass and looking up at the dawn shining between the leaves.
"But if I'm always on the run, it's hard to say what kind of strange seers will come to hunt me down. Besides the superintendent, there must be other forces behind the Cigar Club..."
"I want to plan revenge. How far can I achieve it if I don't rely on Mr. Yi?"
Mike closed his eyes slightly, realizing that he had been relying too much on Mr. Yi's 'secret society', thus neglecting his own strength and the strength of his family.
The Cambino family could be said to be the largest gang in Renekton in the past. It is impossible to be completely eradicated by Cigar in a short time. If they can survive, there may be many gang members who support Malone who are also alive and hiding in Renekton.
Every corner of Keton is living an elusive existence...
Also, he served in the Navy before, and some of his comrades who served together also live in Renekton. There are many people who returned from the army before him. He has a good relationship with these people. Why not try to find them for help?
Navy colleagues who know him personally will never believe that he is a heinous gangster!
More than that, if Mike wants to fight back, he must make a detailed plan, taking into account all possible bad situations, and cannot just rush to seek revenge on Sai like he did before...
"Use the most careful plan, the fewest troops, and the fastest speed to strike at the enemy's most critical heart!"
Thinking of this, Mike's eyes suddenly flashed with shock, and a name came to mind - Superintendent Brut!