Angela Fantacia, is the only safe haven in the world where you can talk safely.

Roman Christophe and Gray Fantacia grew up together, and whether they admit it verbally or not, they are inseparable friends whose lives come together in one place. They draw nutrients and abilities from each other, and give each other the support to survive in the face of great vulnerability.

The fact that these two men have been able to achieve great things in their respective fields is inextricably linked to this intimate relationship that cannot be described in words. They never admit this, but they are convinced in their hearts and believe that they are destined to be inseparable in this life.

However, the two people who are symbiotic in the soul have no room for communication in those trivial matters of life, in the troubles of those private territories, and even more than ordinary people.

It always feels fake to say it, and on things other than art, the opinions of two people are often at odds.

I don't know when Roman prefers to confide in Angela Fantacia about all kinds of things.

Have you forgotten what kind of origin it was, did she take the initiative to listen to it? But why is she so grumpy and vicious every time? Why is it that her bad temper and poisonous tongue are different from her brother's, and do not make people feel despised and violated?

In short, Angela Fantacia is like a safe haven, and no matter what her attitude is, one can still instinctively feel that being around her is the safest place in the world.

She won't hurt you, she has no selfish intentions, she sincerely hopes that you will have a good life.

Suddenly, I found that I was used to having this guy not far away. If you can't see her when you look back, your heart will feel like a huge hole has burst.

"Let her go! Even if you still have a little bit of conscience, you shouldn't hurt a little girl of such a young age! Roman said angrily, "Since you know me, if you want to ask me a question, or simply want to target or abuse me, don't involve anyone else!" ”

The leader looked down at the prey under his gun.

"But she doesn't look like some 'other person'."

"What the hell do you want to do?!"

The leader thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Roman Christopher, you are a musician, how much do you love music?" ”

Roman was stunned - what kind of problem is this?

A complete gangster, pointing a gun at someone who is important to him, but wants to ...... Talk to him about music?

A strong burst of anger suddenly ignited in his heart.

He glared at the man, did not speak, and waited for him to continue.

Obviously, that person has an inexplicable hostility towards himself, and he doesn't know where he has offended him.

Anyway, whatever the answer is, it should be all wrong. The most important thing now is to find out what he's thinking, and most importantly to keep Angela safe.

"People like you must have lived in a very affluent environment since childhood, had a smooth life, did what they wanted to do, and climbed to the peak of their career naturally, right? People like you, who have never faced a difficult choice, can they really be called love music? ”

There was silence in the small theater, except for the man's voice echoing through the emptiness.

"Music and so on, I used to love it, Roman Christopher, and your music has accompanied me through many long dark nights in endless battles and bloodshed. However, people like us are destined to have no dreams, so how much weight do your dreams have? ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a sealed transparent bottle from his bosom, filled with a crimson liquid.

"I'll tell you the truth, this is something I specially prepared to torture hostages to show the scum of the government. This bottle contains a poison synthesized from acids, which is corrosive. Today, now that Christopher is here, the plans have changed. Now, I leave a choice to you. ”

He uncorked the bottle with one hand, and a pungent smell quickly spread around.

"If you drink this bottle, if you drink it, your vocal cords will not work anymore, you will no longer be able to sing on stage, and it is possible that your digestive tract will suffer a serious blow at the same time, and your body will not be able to support your dream of being a musician. If you drink it, let the girl go, and if you choose not to drink it, then I'll shoot her and send the video of her execution to the government scumbags. ”

As he spoke, the leader thrust his pistol Angela's temple.

Angela's eyes widened and she turned her horrified gaze to Roman Christopher.

How can this be! Shaida was so shocked and angry that she almost cried out, and she wanted to rush to the stage, hug Angela, and use her body to protect her, but she was cuffed by Konstantin's arm. Konstantin even covered her mouth and nose with his hands so that she couldn't even hum.

At such a moment, Shaida was desperate to discover that the difference in strength between men and women was such an insurmountable gap.

Konstantin is also anxious, but compared to Shaida, he is much calmer after all, and he is not as close to Shaida as Angela, so he is more rational in handling things.

He knew in his heart that at this time, no matter who rushed out, it would only add another tragedy, which would not help at all and could not change anything.

The man above was a weirdo, but it was clear at a glance that what he wanted to do, no one could change at all.

No one thought that in this scenario, the first person to speak was Angela, who became a lamb to the slaughter.

The little girl's whole body was trembling, obviously terrified. Her voice trembled, too, but she said something unexpected.

Not "save me", not "let me go", she just trembled and said to Roman: "Roman, for my sake, don't listen to him, don't drink!" ”

Everyone was stunned by what the little girl said, and even the person who pointed the gun at her had a look in his eyes.

Saying this, Angela became much calmer than at the beginning.

"Roman, I don't want to see anything like Gray happen again. I've already killed Gray, and if you become like that in front of me, I won't have the courage to survive anyway. Don't listen to him, leave me alone! ”

Roman Christopher stood not far away, looking down at Angela, and the eyes of the two men met.

He suddenly felt that this little girl was extremely beautiful and distressing.

He remembered many sad nights when she lay on her lap and sobbed, "Roman, am I a monster who always brings bad things?" If it weren't for that, how could Gray be ......"

Because of Gray's affairs, she still blames herself to this day.

She was beautiful enough now, like a pure white snowflake. One day, she will grow into the most beautiful woman in the world.

How can she be so beautiful and wither at an age when she shouldn't wither?