Trafford’s Trading Club

Andrew's VIP room eventually completely transformed into a whole Camara, and he looked at this young man sitting here with a complicated eye, claiming to be a businessman.

Maybe he's not really young... who knows? Kamala is also unable to look into these things.

He turned Antoine Lear into an adult, but took Antoine Lear's love away. She asked this guy the first time, but he said it was the rule.

Once the mechanism of the deal is triggered, it will surely go ahead - because what Kamala wants is for the two fathers and sons to be happy, and this is not in conflict with what Antonel himself wants.

Kamala began to feel that this deal might not be as good as he thought it would be.

By the way... when Antoine Lear grew up, this guy was even wandering around, looking like he didn't care - until that day, when he came to Andrew's casino, Camara began to realize what the club's owner had in mind.

Taking this complex look back, Kamala turned to look under the VIP room and suddenly said, "If you have everything you can, why don't you just come up with this result and force him to this point? ”

This should be the way the previous boss behaved - sometimes Rochu compares himself, whether it's better to be straightforward or take more effort.

“Probably just my personal interest.” With apologies, Rochu also looked at the stage below: “It's not hard for us to just change a person's mind and make him believe something… The day we met at the theater, it actually made Oleg look like this. Just..."

"I may not have seen the kind of beautiful glow that erupted from Mr. Oleg at that moment," Lochu said softly. ”

“You… take pleasure in this.” Kamala suddenly stared at Lochu.

She didn't know if the man had noticed, but she could clearly see the Oriental man's face with a slight smile.

He's laughing!

……

Lochu silenced down.

He felt that Kamala's words were not wrong. He just felt his emotions were fading quickly and had reached an incredible point.

Being the owner of a club, as long as it's applied properly, there's hardly anything you can't do - everything seems to turn out to be a problem.

In the sight of his mind, the whole world seems to have turned gray and white —— and the more beautiful people, the more beautiful creatures, are all out of color.

The only thing he could see, as if there was only one person representing the light of his soul… grey white, grey black, brown, ice-cold grey white system wrapped around his world.

I did not feel scared by it, nor did I feel pain by it.

But this was supposed to be a time of fear, of painful things happening to you, and not being able to feel them - Rochu had to start rethinking exactly what he could have wanted.

Color.

It was only when the cold cold world had a tiny moment that Lochu felt the beating of his heart.

When the soul flashes from darkness to heat, it's as if it's dyed again - even if it's just a moment, even if it's just like the match is burning… When the match burns out, everything returns to darkness.

Lochu found that it was just a moment, but every time he was able to make himself happy.

There is no need to explain anything, and there is a need to be mindful of others' views. It is not indispensable to define what he does when it seems pleasing to others.

If you can't even hold this interest, Rochu thinks you can find a way to see if you can learn to be an heir.

“Yes, I'm happy about that. ”

……

Oleg didn't know that he was shining a glow that he couldn't even see at the moment, but that allowed a certain boss to continue to produce that pleasant feeling.

He just knew that this moment, like a flood that had been accumulating for a long time, finally got the moment to pour.

Rebellion?

Not really.

As Nikita said, after leaving the village, he built a high wall inside himself, a cage, completely sealed himself.

He was afraid… that one day, when he insisted on his ideas, his lover, his friends, would eventually leave him, just like the villagers who had left him.

They may be helpless, they may just be doing it for their families, they may… them!

Even if his heart used a variety of reasons to argue the actions of the villagers, the moment he saw Anton could plunge toward the iron net, the wall in Oleg's heart seemed to have a crack.

Just scared.

Afraid that the next person who will be hurt will be himself, afraid that the only one who will eventually come down to fight will be himself, that fear will be the best friend, even the lover will eventually betray himself.

Even a young man can do this - even if he's just young, even if he's not mature, even if he looks childish… but a sense of shame that penetrates into the bone marrow fills Oleg's body at the same time.

“Sorry, Nikita. I've disappointed you for so long, I think I should really break this cage.” After Oleg had placed it in front of one of Andrew's men, he retreated to Nikita and apologized.

“Can you fix this first and then take me to the hospital... I feel like I'm losing it.” Nikita said with impatience.

That was brave! It's the best way to describe the whole scene… Nikita thinks.

But his stomach was still electric from the beginning, and when his belt burst, a lap of wounds bled out on his body.

“I'm dying! Stop this nonsense!! Cough..."

“Hang in there! Uncle Nikita, let's get you out of here now!” Anton turned around and said quickly.

“Bastard! How many times have I said it, at most it's just my brother... cough... pain..."

“Sure, hold on a little longer.” Oleg, take a deep breath, "I'll get you out of here! ”

Oleg's gaze, Anton's gaze, converged at the same time, at that open door.

As soon as the door opened, Andrew chewed on the cigar and appeared in the middle of the door - but someone was pouring in around him.

These men were wearing protective gear, and they still had instruments on their hands.

Some weapons loaded with anesthetics.

“You can hurt them, beat them… but capture them alive.” Andrew waved suddenly, "go! ”