In this way, Navalli followed his mother to a country he had never met but had heard of, in Mexico, where the United States was like the promised land of most people, the land of gold. And now he's going to leave there.

But in fact, he didn't have much expectation in his heart, especially when he was taken by the hand by his mother and sat on the departing hopper truck, and saw the figure of his grandmother standing in front of the hut staring at him, all Navali had in his heart was confusion and hesitation.

If it weren't for the revelation he received, and if it weren't for the revelation given to him by the approaching "Tezca Tripoca", I am afraid that he would have been tempted to jump off the hopper truck and stay in this small village near the lake that he was familiar with, and he would not want to leave it for a single step.

However, he did not jump out of the truck in the end.

The meaning of "God" echoes in my mind all the time, and although most of its words have been drained from the brain, perhaps because of this, the revelation is so vivid:

"Go up for the challenge, kid, and don't stay in this place."

The vanished figure of the grandmother swayed in the depths of the eyes, and the old man stood silently at the door of the room staring at him. At this time, Navalli did not know that he would never reunite with his grandmother in his life, and that she was actually short of life at that time.

But even if he didn't know anything like that, Navalli's heart was filled with the emptiness of parting.

……

Restless, Navalli followed her mother in a funnel truck to Tijuana, where she submitted a lot of information to the consulate.

After a stiff wait in a hotel in Tijuana, Estrelia led him to the plane. As for the destination, it's Los Angeles, California.

In the process, Estrelia at first greeted Navalli out of concern that she had to show because she was trapped by her mother's duties, but after seeing that the boy always responded with a sneer, as if he was deeply immersed in his own world, and always seemed to be a slow beat, Estrelia gave up her futile powerlessness, put up an indifferent ice face, and no longer had any daily conversations with Navalry, except for the necessary instructions.

Navali was relieved.

Because then he would have more time to meditate on the revelation that the gods had brought to him in his heart.

And just like that, I finally arrived in Los Angeles.

- South Los Angeles.

It's a haven for criminals, with an average of more than 1,000 to 2,000 violent crimes a year – but this has been carefully regulated by the police. There is also more gore and violence buried underwater, because it is the "autonomous domain" of violent organizations, the tacit understanding between the underground world and the above-earth world.

The Cudwell neighborhood in Westea is one of the most notorious "dark rivers" in South Los Angeles, if nothing else, because this neighborhood has the headquarters of the "Evans Family", which is the most active and powerful violent organization in South Los Angeles, and even in the underground world of the United States.

The current "Evans family", which has escaped the dilemma of old-school forces, is a group organization in the new era with financial crime and visible or invisible drugs as the precursor to the opening of the way, with thousands of core manpower and tens of thousands of peripheral members who are controlled by companies or small enterprises, and hold huge assets worth tens of billions of dollars.

Violence, money, and politics are inextricably linked, and erotica is often the spice of this.

The current leader of the "Evans Family", named Bailubik Evans, has a talent for making the most of all three elements and choosing the right flavoring agent according to his taste.

Byrubik Evans, who took over as head of the "Evans family" from his father who died at the hands of the gunslinger twelve years ago, has more than doubled the family's power with his powerful skills.

Every year, the "Evans family" uses more than hundreds of millions of dollars in funds to deal with all parties in order to maintain their huge criminal syndicate, and Bailubik Evans has established contacts with many officials and parliamentarians.

He now has good friendships with eight of California's 40 senators, most of whom are general friends, and is also a guest of honor with the governor of California and the mayor of Los Angeles.

Although in Westerya, Bailubik Evans is the all-knowing underground leader and a terrifying presence that the police have to avoid him, in the whole of Los Angeles, Bailubik Evans appears as a philanthropic and energetic tycoon.

And Estrea, now in her current capacity, is the thirteenth mistress of Bailubik Evans.

When Navalli, who knew nothing of this at the time, was led by Estrea in front of Bailubik Evans on the lawn of the residential area, he just looked straight at the man, and took a step, a little bald on the top of his head, but nevertheless, his eyes were ambitious, and his steps were extremely vigorous, and there was an imposing momentum that made people dare not look at him.

"Bailubik!"

Estrelia showed a gentle smile that she had never shown before in front of Navalli, and she took Navalry's hand and limped to the man.

"I've brought my baby back, you see—it's Navaly!"

Bailubik looked at Navali stunned as he looked at him, and glanced at him, a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"Oh, is that him?"

"That's right."

Estrelia looked wistfully at Bailubik, who slowly walked up to Navalli and leaned down slightly, while the black-uniformed bodyguards behind him were staring coldly at Navalli's side - but to Navalli's own surprise, he didn't feel how flustered he was.

Bailubik and Estrea looked at each other, the former with brown pupils and the latter with black pupils. One brown and one black.

"Boy, do you know who your father is?"

Navalli looked at those eyes, Bailubik's eyes were very threatening, even if he had already reined in his courage at this time, but they still looked extremely majestic, like a well-fed tiger.

"I've heard my grandmother say that my mother gave birth to me with Patricio."

"That's right, Patricio Firmend. That's your biological father, but he's already dead. Now I am your stepfather, your only father in this world, my name is Bailubik Evans, you know? ”

Navali didn't want to nod, but Bailubik's eyes showed a devouring intimidation at this moment, like a hungry tiger suddenly opening its bloody mouth, and Navali had to nod.

“…… Father. ”

"Very good......

Bailubik patted him on the shoulder, a relieved smile on his face.

"-So, you should understand. From now on, Evans should be your last name, and you should be called Navali Evans. If someone with the surname Filmend comes to you and says you're 'family', you know what to do, right? ”

Navalli looked at him in a daze and nodded.

“OK。 Let your mother teach you the specific things. But for now, Orleans, take this child to his residence, choose a detached house in B3, where it will be his house from now on, and arrange his life. Starting the next day, let the child go to the elementary school in the neighborhood to study together. ”

Bailubik straightened up and commanded one of the bodyguards behind him. The man nodded in response, then gently but irreversibly took Navalry's hand and left the scene.

Although he wanted to stay here, Navalli also had to follow him off the lawn.

As he was leaving, Navali looked back behind him from time to time, looked at the figure of the woman who had never seen him once, and thought silently in his heart:

"Mom - is that why you brought me to the United States?"

……

Navalli and the bodyguards left the scene.

Estrelia stared at Bailubik's back with a girl-like obsession in her eyes.

Bailubik smiled, took Estrea's hand, and said:

"Let's go, Estrea, let's take a walk."

Estrea mosquitoes should be the same.

The two walked like this until they came to an artificial lake, and looking at the calm lake, Bailubik couldn't help but smoke a cigarette comfortably, and asked the person next to him without looking back:

"Estrea...... I feel a little fluctuating in your mood – is it because of your children? ”

"—Oh no, Bailubik. No, I won't waver at all. ”

Bailubik turned his head, looked at the woman who waved his hand in denial, and smiled slightly:

"There is no need to be so eager to deny it, too eager performance is often proof of the opposite. I can understand Estrea's mood in you, after all...... Since your body was injured, that child is the first and last child you can give birth to in your life. ”

Estrea's eyes darkened.

Bailubik threw down the cigarette butt and shook her hand earnestly:

"It doesn't matter, Estrelia – I'm willing to give Navalli the surname 'Evans' to prove that I'm really going to treat him as my own child.

"It's just...... The Mexicans in the city of Lausanne next door have developed into a problem for the 'Evans family', and the biggest force among them is the Firmend family, a child who has the blood of the direct heir of the previous generation of Firmend, and the current Firmend family is his uncle. Serendipity, or the confluence of cause and effect—this is the revelation that God has given us, and if we don't take advantage of it, it's a real sin.

“…… Rest assured, Estrea, I will not use Navalli as a mere tool of struggle. I'll give him a normal child's upbringing, I'll treat him as if he's my own—and I'll do my best to keep him safe even when I need him. ”

Before he knew it, Bailubik had embraced Estrea in his arms, and his sincere voice was pouring into Estrea's heart little by little. The latter was already crying at this point:

“…… I believe in you, I believe in you, Bailubik! ”

"Estrea...... I love you. ”

"Oh, me too! I love you! ”

However, at the moment when the two hugged each other deeply, the two with sincere emotions, when the other party couldn't see it, a trace of boredom and cold color invariably passed in the eyes of the two.

(End of chapter)