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Elegance, politeness, grace - Carl exudes this noble air that makes people intoxicated and comfortable the more he goes. He stood there, not far in front of the work that looked like Donfly's coffin board - God knows how big Donfly's coffin must have been - not far from the center of that space, his heels were close to each other and his toes were separated, his posture was straight and straight, one hand in front and the other behind him, even if he was over half a hundred years old, but that flawless smile and soft blue eyes like warm jade gems still made him attractive at all, even if he didn't do anything and stood there, he could instantly overwhelm the edge of most young handsome guys, Rely on pure bearing.

Of course, the way he looks now, this posture that has not changed from the usual, and even seems to be more calm and elegant, is not very suitable for the current situation, and is not very suitable for the current occasion. Donfrie, who looked at him like this, was even more angry. And this has caused a new problem to arise, because of the character of this big man and big leader of this big family, he rarely suppresses his temperament, he is more likely to say whatever he thinks and do what he wants.

So he waved his hand to interrupt Karl, who was about to open his mouth to speak—the old gentleman had just re-reviewed the rehearsal of the language that had been organized in his heart after hearing the order of the master of the house just now, but he didn't expect that now he had to get stuck again, and he was still stuck in his throat. Anyone who has had a similar experience knows that it doesn't feel good at all, it's definitely very uncomfortable.

But of course he can't show it, he can't show it in his face. He obediently closed his mouth, because he knew, and he also understood, that the head of the family was in a bad mood right now.

That's right, Donfrey was angry, and he had good reason to be angry, even to lash out and yell at his men, and his old lads who knew his character weren't incomprehensible. Even for Carl Lao, he hoped that the leader could vent as much as possible before he spoke, so that he could calm down a little later, so that what he said next would be easier for him to hear.

And most importantly, he knew his leader, and he knew that even in his most furious, manic-looking state, the most inattentive to what others were saying, and the imminent hysterical loss of control, there was a deep part of his heart that was calm and clear at all times. That's the most dangerous thing about his leader, Donfly, who always looks like he can get out of control at any point, but he never really gets out of control. His greatest, most obvious, most exposed weakness is in fact a trap, his most bewildering weapon to outsiders.

Does this person look like a fool? Like a madman? Like a reckless man with courage and no strategy? It's kind of like – if you really think that, if you really believe in your eyes that way, then you've already lost.

Nothing is real in the underworld—and perhaps in civilized society—and sometimes what you see and believe is just what some people want you to see and believe. As for what's really behind that, it's often better to not know than to know. This is true in every way, and it is the same for everyone.

Don Frie didn't speak immediately after interrupting Carl. He sat there with his eyes closed, not toward Karl, but out the window, his mouth closed, his face strained, and he looked angry, but he controlled himself well, but he could fall apart if he couldn't say the right word. All in all, he was angry, but he didn't speak.

He sat there for a moment, then twisted his chair to face Karl in front of the desk, reached out and pulled open the drawer, pulled out a pistol and slapped it on the desk's black tombstone-like tabletop, making a "bang" of hard objects colliding. Karl blinked, put both hands behind his back, and looked at Donfrey innocently. Donfrey gritted his teeth even more.

"I don't know if I'm trying to use this pistol to blow out the head of you or Jaime a little more," Donfried grabbed the pistol and pointed it twice at Carl, "but the cosmic star is on top—if you look at me with your Chihuahua-like eyes again, I'll dig them out and lick them into the magazine and shoot them back into your eye sockets!" ”

"What does that look like?" Karl squinted his gaze for a moment, revealing a large white of his eyes, and then came back and lowered his shoulders in confusion, "Which look, sir?" Can you clarify that with me? ”

What does a handsome old guy look like with his hands behind his back and squinting his shoulders? Ordinary people probably won't forget it in their lives after watching it. Don Free's face twitched twice in anger.

"That's what it looks like!"

He learned what he called the "Chihuahua" eyes of Old Man Carl, but it was obvious that his big face was matched by those big eyes, as well as the unprofessional, lame, over-the-top imitation skills, and finally he learned a complete four-like. Carl had almost laughed out loud - the deliberate grimace was not funny, but it depended on who was playing it and under what circumstances. Although he had been serving in the family for many years, this was indeed the first time he had seen this scene in front of him. Moreover, he thought that he might also be the only one among the thousands of members of the family who would be lucky enough to see something like this. It's really worthwhile to live and die without regrets.

Of course, it would be better if you could not die. So he used all the exercises he had done over the years to control his facial muscles, and in the end he didn't really laugh outright. But even if it did, it was too late, and that slight twitch of his face was enough for Donfrey to know what was going on. The big man's face is going to be crooked.

"Carl," he leaned back in his chair, muttering over and over again, "Carl Carl...... My old Carl. ”

“…… Carl is here, sir. ”

"I know you're here. I've got eyes. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I forgot. ”

“……”

If someone else, someone else, in this place now, spoke to Donfried with such a tone and attitude, and said such words that seemed polite but actually made people more and more angry, then he was dead, and no one could save him, no one. It's about some unwritten rules in the underworld, it's about "respect" – for some people, for some things, there must be respect. Otherwise, it is the public enemy of the entire dark society.

But Carl, the old fellow, is a little different. Donfrey had been staring at the old man for a long time, and the old man just stood there so naturally, like a nude model in the center of an art classroom, in the shape of a thinker, and generously let Donfried look at it, let him look at it vigorously, and lose if he moved.

Finally, Don Freery sighed. He finally smiled and waved his hand to the old man to sit down.

"I'm going to kill you someday, Carl. I swear. I'll make you into sausages. ”

"Then you'll have to hurry. While I don't want to remind you of this overly specialized knowledge, the older the meat, the worse it gets. The older you get, the worse it gets. ”

"I'm not worried about that. I'm sure your meat will be the best superior at any time of the day. ”

"It's clear you didn't quite understand what I meant." Karl pulled up his chair and sat down, straightening his neckline and sitting upright, "I'm thinking about you—when you're old, that tooth—you know, it's hard to bite the flesh." ”

"Hey," Donfried said as he stared at Carl, grinning, "I'll you." ”

Carl didn't speak, just spread his hands and winked innocently. It took all his strength for Donfrey to restrain himself from throwing the gun in the old man's face. The two sat and looked at each other face to face, and finally Donfrie took the lead in "tsk", exhaled, sat up, and clapped his hands on the armrest.

"You're in trouble this time, Carl." He shook his head and said, regretful and helpless, and of course a little annoyed that he couldn't let go, "A mission—from the beginning to the present, I have given you such a task. I'll admit that this task is crucial for the family, but it's not very difficult in itself - you know it yourself, it's just killing an old cadre who no longer threatens the dark heavens, maybe his mind is still the same, but his body is just a babbling baby compared to you, all you need to do is walk in, shoot, get out, get in the car and leave—it's as simple as that. You don't know how many tasks you have completed before, and you don't even need to do this task in the first place, but you were sent out because you wanted to be safe, but you gave all of us a 'surprise' - I even have to say that you are really the first to mess up a task in this way, and you are really 'worthy of you', and you can easily do things that others can't do, or even think of. ”

"I admit that the responsibility for this failure lies entirely with me. I would like to apologize to the family. ”

"No, it's me who should say I'm sorry, Carl." Donfly's voice calmed down, like a calm surface of the river, but there was a crocodile lurking underneath, "I can't help you this time, even if I want to—you and Jaime, one of the two of you must be responsible for this." Needless to say, the end of the person who stood up will definitely not be much better...... I hope you'll think about it before answering me. ”

"What do you mean, sir?" Carl asked, still seemingly composure.

"You know me, Carl, so I won't beat around the bush with you." Don Freery placed one arm on the table, leaned towards Carl, and stared into his eyes earnestly, "I want you to put the family first—you know what I'm talking about." ”