Safatina, that's her name.

Rhodes knew her name from the beginning, she had told him of her own accord, and she had introduced herself to him in the first time she had asked him out to meet him.

At that time, Rhodes didn't know the young girl in front of him at all, and he didn't think of this girl at all at first - Rhodes was twenty-five years old, and Safatina was a high school girl who was still in school, not even a college student, too reluctant - but he soon realized that the other party was the kind of "other world" who had no way to imagine himself.

There are usually only two ways to get into the ranks of Stuttgar's truly top-tier players, either to be talented and skillful, or to be rich and powerful. And Safatina, who was weak but had an amazing aura, obviously belonged to the latter, and the strong strength she inadvertently displayed made him and his friends all stunned, and felt a tremor in his bones.

There are three points of interest. Rhodes didn't know who Shafatina was, and didn't even know what her name was until she gave her name, but he had a vague feeling that she was familiar, as if he had seen somewhere—somewhere, a long, long time ago, but he couldn't remember the specifics. But on the contrary, Safatina knew everything about him—all his things—family, friends, school, work, difficulties, bad emotional experiences—all of them, as if she had eyes on him twenty-four hours a day. He felt a shudder, and the great horror destroyed him almost instantly, making him completely understand what kind of existence this girl was staring at him.

Secondly, Rhodes discovered for a long time that no one but him would directly address Safatina by her first name. There may have been such a person, but at least he had never met it. All the people around Safatina he met other than him either called Safatina "master", or "head of the house", or at worst "eldest lady" or "lady Safatina", all of which were honorific titles that expressed a respectful attitude. At least on the bright side.

And then in the early days of their relationship, Rhodes never knew what Safatina was up to, and Safatina never talked to him about it in depth—in fact, even now. She only vaguely told Rhodes that she was a businessman running the family business, but she never explained to him what kind of business it was. She never let Rhodes know anything about it, didn't let him get anything he shouldn't, told him she was doing it to prevent him from getting into trouble he didn't have to. All she needed was for him to do his pet's duty.

However, in this regard, Safatina made a rare naïve mistake. It turns out that celestial bodies always inevitably have the necessary effects on the space around them during their orbit. Rhodes has been her bedside for so long, how could she not know anything all the time. He will always know something, and the channels through which he will go are often multifaceted, some of which he voluntarily willing, and some of which may be unexpected. And the end result is that he now knows the true identity of the master he serves.

The current head of the "Dark Paradise" family, the head of the three major gangster crime syndicates in the underground world of Bablore Beach, and the big boss behind the largest criminal organization in the entire Bablore Beach urban area.

That's interesting. Rhodes had never shown it in front of Shafatina, but in his heart he realized that the situation he was in was so fucking interesting. He knew it was going to change his fate, and his fate had already begun to change. In fact, his fate had already begun to change from the moment he was unknowingly chosen by Safatina.

However, a more interesting situation is that until the last moment, he will never know whether the change that has caused him to stir up is a bad thing or a good thing.

But there is no doubt about Rhodes, who is a smart man. He may not be the smart guy he thinks, but he is a relatively smart man. He handled some things better than most. He had learned what kind of master he was serving, and what kind of pet she wanted, so he did the best of his role in his own way and style—he made her feel satisfied in every way, and couldn't fault the slightest problem. He had even let Safatina know that he knew who she was, who she was, and what kind of business she was doing through more than one side expression, and showed his attitude. He didn't care, he knew who he was, he knew what Safatina wanted, and none of that would change, he would still be her cute pet, he wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary.

What surprised him was the unusual affection and tolerance that Safatina showed to him. Faced with his failure to obey her orders and probe the truth that she had concealed from him, which was already punishable by death in her family, she hardly held him accountable, nor did she ask him how, by what means, and how he knew about those things. She just nodded, indicating that she understood what he meant, and at the same time thanked him for his understanding and gentleness without asking too much.

He smiled at her as he felt an invisible knife slash at his chest.

Then, at some point one day after that, he saw the rabbit for the first time - all he knew was her name, and the reason was obvious. In terms of size, she seemed to be a girl who was not much like Safatina, only slightly taller. She wears one hooded sweatshirt with sneakers and jeans on the bottom half. He never knew what her face looked like, for she always wore her cloak over her head, and most importantly - a rabbit-headed mask with red eyes and white fur on her face. That thing should be made of rubber, very hard, but not too hard, the two pointed straight ears are still quite stylish, but with the white gummy hair and a pair of big eyes as bright red as blood, it always makes people shudder and feel inexplicably terrifying.

She appeared like a ghost as she did today, as she did now, and appeared in the room he had become so familiar with, standing silently next to the potted plant in the corner of the living room, as if she had been standing there all along, for countless years of cold spring and warm summer, standing part of this room. The first time Rhodes noticed her presence, he nearly shook the fruit bowl in his hand to the ground, shattering it into a pile of shards mixed with glass and flesh.

Safatina apologized to Rhodes on behalf of the rabbit and introduced him. He learns the identity of the rabbit, one of the two highest-ranking family enforcers around Safatina, and Safatina's personal bodyguard. She and the other had been by Safatina's side all the time, even when Safatina came to see Rhodes, but she hadn't let Rhodes know about it. But that doesn't matter anymore, there's no need to hide her existence from Rhodes.

I don't know if it's because the memories of the first meeting are not very good or for some other reason, Rhodes feels bad about rabbits. He was scared of this ghostly fellow, but also because he knew what it meant to be the Rabbit Dark Paradise Enforcer—a civilized term for an executioner within the group, a specialized killing machine that handles all the serious work related to blood—this girl who looked as petite as Alfatina, and her ability to take on this remarkable position at this age meant that her men had at least a dozen lives to foreshadow, And every human life has a considerable quality, otherwise it would not be able to convince the public at all.

Although Safatina is not a good thing, but the nature is different. He knew that a person of Safatina's status would never do the dirty work himself. She usually just gives orders and then lets the rest of her staff, like Rabbit, carry them out.

Rhodes once tried to communicate with the rabbit, only to get a response that left him frustrated.

"I'm not interested in the men that the eldest lady uses to move her body."

The rabbit's words are straightforward and not at all polite to him. Maybe the other people around Safatina are not good at talking to the boss's lover so rudely, but the rabbit is different. There are always rabbits in an organization, and they have few rules to follow, and the leader is more tolerant of them than lovers.

So Rhodes, who had touched the nail, gave up. He wasn't trying to get on good terms with Rabbit and the other law enforcement officer who appeared from time to time - although he felt that the other guy was much more enthusiastic and sunny than Rabbit, but he wouldn't be fooled anymore - he restrained himself, calmed down, and began to do things at his own pace again.

So, when he saw the rabbit again today, like a ghost again, in the place where she usually appeared, he ignored her. He quietly walked into the kitchen and prepared breakfast neatly and skillfully to the clinking of pots and pans. At Safatina's request, he made her favorite sandwich.

When he had everything ready and put all the plates on the table, it happened that Safatina also came out of the bedroom. She was already dressed, and to Rhodes' surprise, it was not the pleated skirt uniform she usually wore from an unknown school, but a more formal white shirt and one-step skirt, with a long jacket with a velvet collar on the outside.

Of course, she doesn't eat in a coat when she eats. She obviously chose to come out to eat after she finished dressing up inside, to prevent dressing up after eating and saving time. It showed that she really had something very important to do today—Rhodes didn't ask anything, didn't say a word, but he could see at a glance everything he needed to know.

After the two finished breakfast, Safatina kissed Rhodes goodbye and left with the rabbit. Rhodes looked upstairs through the window and watched as the two of them slipped into a black car that had been parked and waiting there in the white street, disappearing around the corner.

He lit himself a cigarette, took a puff, and glanced at the leftmost spot of the window of a coffee shop across the street below, in the quiet drifting gray. It was empty, except for a mischievous little boy who usurped a snowball and threw it on the glass, and then ran away quickly.