Gaudí waited in the room, like everyone else, for the arrival of the head of the house, for the gloomy bespectacled and student-looking lady—hey, miss—and, as he expected, before the principal arrived, the boys, who were mostly no longer able to afford it, could not help but argue with each other about the problems that were now in place, and the noise filled every corner of the room. They are arguing like this, and sometimes some of the left and right hands around them who are not qualified to open their mouths will also insert two sentences, making the already chaotic scene even more noisy.

Although the second-in-command of these high-ranking people is generally not qualified to follow their boss when talking to other family leaders, but now that the atmosphere is in place, they are infected, like the most exciting moment of drinking at the wine table, and they blur the boundaries in a trance, and gain a temporary, unstable privilege to be able to do things that would never be allowed in normal times—but of course, this is only part of the reason. In many cases, people can only see the cause of one part of the things, and always involuntarily ignore the other part of the more important and fundamental primordial attraction. The name of this lure is "ambition".

Ambition is one of the essential factors for the success of a capable and successful person. People who are not ambitious do not seek to be motivated, and those who do not seek to be motivated will achieve nothing. To be the most important, powerful, and favored right and left hand beside the high-level leaders of the various towns in Dark Paradise, these guys are all capable people without exception, and they are all self-motivated people—all ambitious people.

Gotti understands this very well, very well, as well as he knows himself. But be careful, be careful—Gotti used to say to herself—be careful, men must be careful—no, not men, but all those who have a responsibility on their shoulders and are prepared to carry it all the time, and will take on more. Those people have to be careful. Other people can be careless, but those people can't, because if they are not careful, then in the end something happens to him and he is far more than the only one involved. This is the most important reason to be careful. Of course, this is not the only reason for Gaudi.

These little ones—he stared at the deputies of the other high-ranking families—they didn't have to be too careful, because if they had said something wrong and offended the "big guys" they were arguing with in front of them, and who were not equal to their class, they wouldn't worry about the other person at once having something to do with the cigar in his face, or burn a hole in the center of his brow, or anything like that, because they were standing—they were standing people, and in such an occasion, Everyone who stands will have a sitting person in front of him. If anyone wants to do something to those of them who are standing, the first thing they need is to step over the person sitting in front of them. And it's not an easy thing to do – it's not an easy thing to do.

Gotti knew how difficult it was, because he himself was one of those people who were seated. And now he was silent, quietly shyly on his slightly fat belly, lying comfortably in a carved high-backed chair, quietly smoking, not participating in any argument with anyone else. On the one hand, he thinks - he knows very well - this kind of argument is completely meaningless, it will not lead to any achievements, and its only function is to vent the catharsis in the hearts of these fools who have gradually begun to become stupid. Desire, by the way, exercise their voices, after all, they don't have many opportunities to shout so loudly with anyone when they are there.

How stupid - Gotti laughed in his heart - so stupid. This group of people, this group of family members he once knew so well, once close comrades-in-arms, once born and died partners, the angels who once followed the old man together to build their own paradise, now their wings have degenerated to the level of a great turkey. Mao'er is still there, but there is no way to fly in the sky like in the past. On top of that, their brains don't know when they're not going to get as good as they used to be.

They have now forgotten even the most superficial truth, which is simply incredible. How do you say that? That's right - if howling had solved the problem, donkeys would have ruled the universe long ago. A donkey is better than anything else.

It's irritating to think about. Really, it's irritating to think about. The pillars of the family had now turned into donkeys, and he felt sad when he looked at them. And what made him even more unsure of what to say was that their leadership was now in the hands of a nineteen-year-old girl.

A nineteen-nine-year-old! Target! Little girl! of the hands!

That's a good thing, right. And that's a good thing. Young people are good, Gaudty has always liked young people. Young people are energetic, energetic, enthusiastic, have new ideas that they have a little bit of effort to understand, can do miracles, can do what they can't, can do things that they old guys can never do, can dance on their graves after they're all dead, square dancing – young people are amazing.

Removing the small piece of cigarette that had burned to the end from his mouth and extinguishing it in the ashtray, Gaudí turned his head and glanced at the end of the long table.

This room is a room with a lot of character. The room was large, but closed, with narrow windows, the long, vertical type, and all curtains drawn, and there was not a single electric light in the room, and the biggest source of light was candles—candles that were everywhere. It's not because of the winter, it's purely an artistic touch that the room itself was designed in the first place. Large and small candles are dotted in every corner of the interior space like irregular stars in the sky, and there are more than a dozen scattered on the long table where Gaudí and the others are now seated.

These candles are good candles, large, thick, and very resistant to burning, and the light of the fire is gentle and lingering, gently dispelling the dark darkness of the room, creating a quiet and elegant, ancient and modern wonderful atmosphere.

There was a fireplace in the room, and the long table was on top of it. In front of it is the huge seat of the main seat, and a sneeze can burn the carved back of the throne. A tall figure stood in front of the fireplace.

She was the only one in the room standing, but no one was sitting in front of her. And she stood there with her back to all the people in the room, facing the fireplace, her eyes fixed on the roaring fire inside, as if there was some little undressed elf dancing merrily to the flames. She looked serious and bright, her big eyes reflected the firelight, and her innocent expression looked like a child.

Another young man. Gaudí looked at the back, lighting himself a new cigar while his hand was not idle, and his eyes blinked slowly and inexplicably, as if he was muttering something thoughtfully.

No one cares about this young girl. She didn't talk to anyone in the room, and no one in the room spoke to her. Even though she looks like such a youthful and energetic young beauty.

God, she is really a beauty, and she is invincible and energetic. She looked to be 1.8 meters tall, surpassing most of the people present. She had long, coffee-colored waist-length wavy hair like a waterfall, a women's college casual school uniform that didn't know which school—it didn't seem to be any school, a light brown coat and pleated skirt, stockings and small leather shoes—and most importantly, a pair of majestic breasts, round and straight, which were huge.

She exudes an air of innocence and purity, alien to everyone present, like a kindergarten sister who has accidentally broken into a drug dealer's den - wearing a pair of iron fingers that can break bear bones.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned her head back sharply, and a pair of strange golden-blue pupils with dilated pupils collided with Gotti at a short distance.

She had a cheerful smile on her face, and she was very good-looking, her teeth as white as the snowflakes outside.

“……”

Gotti squinted his eyes and didn't look away for the first time, but looked at the big little beauty for a moment before he looked away casually. Then he noticed that his cigar had burned for a long time, and the gray cigarette butt was about to fall on his pants, so he hurriedly knocked it twice in the ashtray.

"No matter how many times I've seen her, there's still no way I've been able to connect her to that legendary violent murderer."

Someone next to him took the initiative to talk. Gotti turned his head and saw Pabel leaning towards him, his weight pressed against the armrest, and although he was talking to himself, his eyes were fixed on the big girl next to the fireplace in front of him. He had a look on his face — "I'm interested, but I have to keep my distance...... But I'm still interested! —the expression.

But it seems that Nancy has no interest in him at all. She turned her head again to look at the fire.

Gotti rolled her eyes. "Judging people by their looks is a taboo in our world, Pabel." He said, his voice not salty or light, "Nancy, like the rabbit, is the last secret weapon left by the old leader for the family, and is one of the most powerful new forces in the family right now. You'd better put some respect. Good for you. ”

"Of course." Pabel shrugged, but the rat face with a sharp beak remained unchanged in Nancy's direction, and his eyes did not blink, "Secret weapon, powerful new force, fresh blood, a new generation of vitality and hope in the family...... But were she—they—were they the property of the old chief, the property of the family, or was it just the private property of the eldest lady alone? ”

"Pabel ......"

"The old chief has put so much effort into the eldest lady, but can the eldest lady really respond to the old chief's expectations, and she can really be qualified for the position of the head of the family......

"Pabel!"

Gotti slapped Pabel on the arm. His movements were so hard that Pabel startled him, and made him regain focus as if he had finally come to his senses, and turned his head to look at Gaudí blankly. Gaudí's expression was very serious, staring into his eyes with a dark and unforgiving gaze.

"Watch your mouth, Pabel." Gottie's voice was low, as if coming from the deepest depths of the bottom of the silt, "The person you are talking about behind your back is the current head of the Dark Paradise - the Grand Leader of all of us present who have sworn allegiance. ”

“……”

"You've crossed the line."

There was no fluctuation in his calm tone, and Pabel looked at Gotti blankly, his mouth slightly open, but he didn't make any sound. Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at the door of the room.

Not only him, but Gotttie, Nancy, and everyone in the room turned their heads to look at the huge double doors of the room, and all the sounds suddenly disappeared as if the power had been cut off.

A petite, dark figure pushed the door open and walked in. She wore a velvet collared coat, her high heels made a crunch sound when she stepped on the ground, and the large round lenses reflected the light of the candles in the room.

Her steps are smooth and graceful, followed by a rabbit head. A rabbit head with pale hair and blood-red eyes.

Alfatina has arrived.