At this time, on the other side of the world, in a room in a remote area, there was a roar of men: "You bastards, get out of the way, don't touch me!" ”

Then there was the laughter of a group of men, and the laughter was full of disgusting meaning, "Boy, you're all here, what are you crazy about, brothers, you should be grateful to Dade." With your face, if it weren't for the explanation, the brothers wouldn't be interested! Then came the unpleasant sound of filth.

The night came quietly, the temperature difference between night and day in the desert was quite large, there were more than a dozen men lying in the room, all of them were sleeping, on the ground in the middle of them, was a young man, he was naked, bruised, where he lay motionless, if it were not for the ups and downs of his chest, everyone thought it was a dead corpse.

"Now you know what 'trouble comes from the mouth', right?" Inside the tent, a childish voice sounded, but it was shivering with cold.

The man snapped open his eyes: "It's you, Marty!" He glared at the little boy in front of him, and he didn't know where the strength came from, he rolled over and stood up, and lunged at him. Then he was kicked in the chest, and the whole person fell straight backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He fixed his eyes and saw that there were two tall men standing behind the little boy, one of whom had been kicked just now, and after he had kicked it, he immediately retreated behind the boy silently

"You know what? You're playing big this time. Marty looked at him with interest, "Don't expect your accomplices to come to your rescue, he's not going to be much better off now?" Now it is estimated that it has gained notoriety. You should be glad that if my sister had done it, the people around you would have been a bunch of bald old people with AIDS. A cold and mocking smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think that any woman can seduce my godfather?" Do you know why my godfather had so many 'mistresses' but was only 'mistresses'? With that, he walked out of the tent without looking back, and his voice came in the wind, "Tell them not to kill him too soon, or it won't be fun." ”

He glared angrily at the closed door, unable to move at all in pain, the other party's kick just now, the kick was extremely measured, not fatal, but enough to make him unable to move for a long time, like a fish on a chopping board, can only be slaughtered.

A cold wind blew in through the window, and his brain was awake for a moment, and Marty's words were still in his ears: "Do you know why my godfather has a lot of 'mistresses', but they are only 'mistresses'?" ”

In an instant, many past events came to mind, before dealing with Andrew and Edmund, he had investigated Edmund's details in detail, this person was ruthless all his life, whether it was black * or white, he was extremely afraid of him, his private life was not proper, the women around him kept changing like changing clothes, these women could stay by his side for a year or two at most, and no one gave birth to an heir for him. He had heard a rumor that one of his former mistresses had quietly disobeyed his orders and conceived his child in order to win his heart, but when the matter was revealed, the woman was shot by him along with the child she was about to be born. From then on, the other women beside him no longer dared to think about anything wrong.

"It didn't mean anything to me if she didn't give birth to her." The words that Edmund had said that day rang out clearly.

This 'she', he used to disdain, but now in retrospect, Marty's words before he left are clearly quite meaningful, why did he godfather have a lot of 'mistresses', but they are all just 'mistresses'?

The answer was short, because they weren't worthy, and in Edmund's eyes, they were just discarded playthings, and they weren't worthy to stand side by side with him.

In this world, there is only one person who can stand side by side with him, and for her sake, he would rather cut off his own blood and give his place to her son, a child who is not related to him by blood.

A man like him, who is so powerful that he 'turns his hands into clouds and covers his hands into rain', can do so much for a woman. And the woman who can make him fall in love must not be an ordinary person, otherwise how can a man be determined to such a degree.

He thought that Marty was the heir to Andrew's means and Edmund's heir, so the means were vicious. But his mother was just an ordinary woman, just exaggerated by others.

Now that I think about it, it must not be the case, how can an ordinary woman make a gangster who crisscrosses the world so loved, and even do not hesitate to die for her.

He's really playing big!

He has offended a bunch of devils from hell!