Vigilli's eyes widened in surprise, and his lips trembled...... And then that hurt look came on.

There was no doubt that Calvin's cold words (though his attitude was all too normal in a place like the Cross Bar) hurt Vigilli's feelings in a certain way, and after realizing this, Calvin's temples jumped, and a slight feeling of suffocation rose in his chest, and he felt a pang of agitation. For some reason, Calvin was always a little upset when faced with this innocent boy named Virgilli, which was somewhat rare, after all, he had caused himself enough trouble over the years, and Calvin had long since learned to treat people outside of his life as shit or something inconsequential in order to deal with that trouble.

Calvin glanced at Vigilli's wound again, which would probably be a serious wound for a normal world person - but it was a minor wound for people in this area, after all, Vigili now had no bullet holes in his body, and his intestines were wrapped in muscle and skin in his abdominal cavity and not falling all over the ground.

Vigili shuddered slightly in Calvin's gaze, and he looked genuinely frightened and helpless.

"I'm sorry, I can pay for the dry cleaning, uh, the ...... of this couch" He glanced at the old couch that was stained with blood and said awkwardly, he stared at Calvin, licked his lips and continued, "I, I didn't mean to get in trouble, I just ...... My phone was snatched away, oh yes, and my bag - my phone was in my bag......"

Mr. Strawberry Jam's little snack voice grew weaker and weaker.

“…… I lost my keys too, and I thought about going to the police station myself, but I ...... I'm hurt...... I think I'll be able to borrow a phone here as well......"

Calvin's brow furrowed and tightened, and the bartender coughed twice next to him with his fist in front of his mouth, masking his sullen smile.

"He really looks like he's almost smitten by you. ”

After a while, the bartender leaned into Calvin's ear and muttered.

"I swear it's the worst pick-up I've ever seen, he really just wants to come here and see you more. ”

Despite Vigilli's efforts to be more natural, his intentions were seen through at a glance. The snatching of the keys and cell phone was one reason, but the bartender was sure that a pea-princess like Vicgili would run back to the Cross Bar with blood flowing...... It could only be that he wanted to talk to Calvin again.

Calvin lifted his eyelids and glanced at the bartender.

"Is there a bandage?"

He asked coldly.

The bartender's eyes widened in surprise.

"Bandage...... I think there should be some, but I need to look for them, and God knows where I put my first aid kit......"

Things got interesting, and the bartender couldn't help but look back at Virgilli to see what was so special about him.

During his time working with Calvin, the bartender didn't miss all the silly things that Calvin's admirers did, and even when faced with the most troublesome of them (several men and women claimed to kill for Calvin), Calvin was as unmoved as the iceberg that the Titanic hit, and many times, his cousin could even be said to be ruthless.

And now...... Despite the lack of expression on Calvin's face and his voice still cold, the bartender was keenly aware of the subtlety of his attitude towards Vickyli, at least the last time the hapless man who gave him two bullets at the bar for Calvin's refusal had not received such "kind" care from Calvin.

Calvin avoided the bartender's inquiring gaze, and he was glaring at a shivering Vicky.

"I don't like idiots. "Especially the kind of idiot who kills himself for stupid reasons -- you'd better get to the hospital and the police station than waste your time here." ”

"I ...... I was just...... I'm sorry. ”

Vigilli's shoulders drooped, his face unusually pale from the blood loss - and his eyes looked pale in color.

And at this time, someone interrupted the conversation between Virgili and Calvin.

"This wound will do the trick with a band-aid......"

Isaac stood beside Calvin, glared warily at Vicili and said.

As Calvin's older brother, he was also very quick to realize Calvin's subtle attitude towards Virgilly, and this realization made him instantly stinger like a porcupine.

Almost as soon as he saw Vigilli, it became clear to Isaac that he didn't like Vigilly at all: he didn't like the innocent-looking eyes of the mint, he didn't like the flimsy attitude of the little flower, he didn't like the tall, clumsy form, and of course he didn't like the obvious fascination with Calvin.

He resisted the disgust that was about to overflow his throat, and consciously or unconsciously stood between Calvin and Virgilli.

"You said you were robbed? By whom? This is Redbeard's floor, and no one would normally want to touch the guests at the Cross Bar. ”

Isaac didn't realize that he had begun to interrogate Vigilli with the same attitude of interrogating the suspect.

Virgili subconsciously sat down inside the sofa, and then his expression was distorted because of the wound involved in his movements.

Perhaps because of the pain, his eyes were lightly wet, which made him look even more pitiful.

"Ayzak, he's not from here......"

Calvin rubbed his temples as he tried to calm his overprotective brother.

It must be said that Vicchili is indeed too conspicuous...... It's too "delicious", and even the deterrent power of Redbeard Riley is hard to make people bite the fat sheep that comes to his mouth.

Clearly, however, his efforts were counterproductive.

"Don't speak, Calvin, this guy is a little suspicious. ”

Isaac said in a tense voice.

"I, I'm not lying, I don't know what's going on - a young man rushed out and snatched my stuff, I had my design in my bag, I, I tried to get him to leave it to me, but ......"

Virgili spoke in a panic, and Calvin finished the rest of the words for him.

"But instead he beats you up and takes out a knife and slashes you as you try to keep your bag. ”

Vigilli's eyes lit up, and he nodded desperately.

"Yes, yes. That's right, that's it. ”

The adoration and dependence that permeated that creamy face made both Isaac and Calvin feel stomach aches at the same time.

Calvin shrugged his shoulders at Isaac.

"Some young people have been wandering here lately. ”

And young people are always less obedient.

What Calvin didn't say was that Redbeard Riley was losing absolute control of the area, though he didn't want to admit it. However, time is cruel to human beings, and in a sense, aging may be even more cruel for an underworld leader. Compounding the situation was Dr. Holden's serious illness and death. To outsiders, it seems that Riley the Redbeard has been completely crushed by Dr. Holden's death.

However, Calvin did not intend to express his concern about the matter in front of others.

The bartender found a worrisome first-aid kit out of nowhere, and Calvin pulled out a roll of bandages from it in Aizac's disapproving gaze.

Then he crouched down next to the couch.

"Hold your hand out. ”

He said coldly to Vickyli, who was stunned, and then flattered to put the hand in front of Calvin, perhaps because the action had once again involved his wound, Calvin saw the hairs on Vicili's arm stand on end.

An arm's length away, Calvin could still hear Vicchili's rapid breathing.

"Normally I don't kill people with bandages...... You don't have to be so nervous. ”

Vigilli's body trembled to the point of surprise, so much so that Calvin couldn't help but speak.

"yes, I'm sorry......"

Virgy apologized in a voice that looked like he was about to cry.

Calvin felt as if the muscles on his temples were jumping, and Isaac snorted unhappily behind him.

"I said a band-aid would get rid of him. ”

The detective muttered dissatisfied, glaring at Vicilly warily, as if in the next second the pale little white face would jump up and swallow his beloved brother in one gulp.

"You can really shut up, Isach. ”

Calvin said coldly, and he wrapped the bandage around Vigilli's wound, which was very dexterous and agile in his way of bandaging the wound, in contrast to the rough way he used to bartend.

Virgilli, however, looked like he was about to be killed by Calvin.

His eyes were closed, his lips were bright red, and a whimpering gasp spilled from between his lips.

Calvin was a little skeptical that his skill in bandaging his wounds had really deteriorated to such an extent, and for God's sake, he had only accidentally touched Vigilli's skin, and the latter bounced all over.

"No, no, no, not at this time—"

Calvin felt as if he heard a whisper from Vigilli's throat.

"Okay. ”

Calvin raised an eyebrow, he no longer deliberately controlled his strength, and tied a heavy knot in the arm of the "princess pea". Strangely, though, the act that was supposed to bring pain quieted Vigilli.

The latter opened his eyes and stared at Calvin with a gaze that could not be expressed in words.

Calvin felt inexplicably uncomfortable, he frowned and glanced at Virgilli, then he stood up and subconsciously stood beside Isaac.

He bumped Aizak on the shoulder.

"Now it's your job, send him to the police station. ”

Calvin said that Victor's gaze rested on his back as if it were about to condense into substance, and Calvin tried to act as if he hadn't noticed it.

Aizac pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Wait, my job?"

"That's right, 'Detective'. Calvin deliberately accentuated his voice on the latter title.