Evil Awe-Inspiring

The banquet hall is undoubtedly luxurious, and every guest here has a very prominent background!

 Papa 8 obviously has very wide connections. I follow him and shuttle in the banquet hall. I see men and women are gathering in small circles to chat in low voices.

 Frankly speaking, I’m shocked in the first ten minutes. But ten minutes later, I’ve already calmed, or numbed? If you are standing with the top three family leaders of North America face to face, you will be nervous. But if in ten minutes, all you see are big names of such a high-class, there’re so many big men with great power in front of you, you would become as numb as I am.

 Papa 8 warmly embraces a lovely fat man with a bright smile on the face. They have a pleasant conversation for quite a while and then introduces me. He gives me an identity: his nephew. I salute that fat man with my recent burst of English, but my English is still poor, after all, learning a language is not easy. But when the other speaks slowly and the sentences are not too complicated, I can basically understand.

 This lovely white fat man, who looks harmless, is actually the representative of a famous Mafia family in the eastern US.

 Then Papa 8 talks to an old Italian who belongs to a famous Sicilian family. They just talk casually about the weather or life and so on. Finally, Papa 8 takes a polite care of their investment in entertainment industry recently. We get the answer that they have involve invested in the latest hit movie with good box office.

 After a few words of conversation, we walk away. Papa 8 says to me with the smile: “It’s a good way to invest in movies to launder money. Unfortunately, the investment restrictions to Hollywood are not too friendly to us. Alas, a good business oppotunity we are not able to get involved for the time being.”

 So far, I still have some doubts. I don’t quite understand why Papa 8 takes me to such a high-level party.

 Although I have officially worked with Papa 8, I haven’t even touched his business. He takes me here tonight and it’s clearly that my role is not just an ordinary follower. He introduces me as his nephew very seriously to several big people.

 The implication of this action is worth thinking deeply about.

 At 8 p.m., I finally see Mr. Sorin, the godfather of the Angels of the Hell, the legendary ruler of the Canadian underworld.

 Mr. Sorin should be around the same age as Papa 8, but he looks much older. He has silver hair; face is distinct; chin is slightly thin, facial lines are charming, He has the same blue eyes as Sophie’s. I’m sure. Mr. Sorin must have been a handsome man when he was young.

 

His eyes are full of the wisdom, which is a kind of calm. It is a kind of calmness and calmness that the years precipitate. Such a person, who’s full of a manner that makes him look very eye-catching. Every move of him seems to take the momentum of the superior.

 All the great men I have met in my life, Mr. Sorin can be said the best in his manners and momentum.

 Then I see Sophie, the “Highness Princess”, is standing beside Mr. Sorin.

 If the impression I have made from the encounter with this pretty girl was angelic innocence and beautiful, tonight, she’s showing the opposite.

 The long golden wavy hair is cleverly pulled up, deliberately showing her swan-like neck. She’s wearing a dark, tight sleeveless ruffled shirt and the low-breasted style perfectly displays her plump upper circumference curve! Especially the two perfect hemispheres expose to the air in front of the chest, with a faint ivory luster! The Bohemian style skirt, a pair of plump long legs, and a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes are perfectly set off her noble temperament, the transparent tie outlines the beautiful arc of her calfs.

 It can be said that her dress tonight is undoubtedly a full display of her charm as a woman! I look at her, a word is jumping out of my heart.

 Sexy!

 Mr. Sorin and Sophie are stepping down the steps side by side. Sophie is holding her farther by the arm. Her blue eyes seem to be still looking for someone. Her eyes are suddenly falling on me. Then I see she bows her head and saying something to Mr. Sorin.

 Papa 8 walks over immediately.

 “Hello, my friend!” Mr. Sorin is smiling and releases his daughter. He opens his arms to hug Papa 8. I see Sophie is squinting at me. I meditate and remember what Papa 8 told me this afternoon and want to say hello to her. But Papa 8 is talking to Mr. Sorin, and I can’t interrupt them at that moment.

 “Your business has been good lately.” Mr. Sorin has a cigar in his hand with a faint smile. His pronunciation is very clear so that I may understand most of his words: “However, it seems that there’re quite some actions in Vancouver these days. Some old friends have come to me. I hope I can come out and advise you that negotiations are always more effective than the war.”

 “But when negotiations break down, war is inevitable, isn’t it?” Papa 8 responds without any expression changes.

 Mr. Sorin is smiling, instead of dwelling on the topic, he’s immediately putting his eyes on me: “This gentleman is…?”

 “My nephew.” Papa 8 is smiling and looking at me. I immediately take a step forward, shaking hands with Mr. Sorin and greeting with him.

 Mr. Sorin looks at me for a moment, then suddenly smiling intentionally. He says: “Mr. Fang, is this young man really just your nephew? He’s so handsome. He’s not your son, is he?”

 

Papa 8 is grinning: “He is a very good young man. If I had such a son, I would be very happy, but unfortunately, he is not.”

 Mr. Sorin is laughing like an old fox. Then he takes a look at the time and says: “Well, we still have some time. Now let’s talk about our old fellow’s topics. Your young people just go somewhere else for the time being, just not to get bored. You’re not interested in our old fellows’ topics anyway.”

 Then he looks at his daughter with undisguised doting in his eyes. I understand that. Anyone has such a beautiful daughter like Sophie would surely regard her as the pearl of his eye.

 Sophie is smiling, says hello to Papa 8 politely. Then she’s greeting me and extending her arms generously to hold me.

 “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

 I know that Mr. Sorin may have something important to talk about with Papa 8.

 I guess it’s also likely to be related to the conflicts these days. After all, Mr. Sorin is the arbiter of the Canadian underworld order, and he would certainly not sit idly by.

 Sophie and I walk away. Her chest closes to my arm and I’m feeling a soft pressure. It’s actually a wonderful feeling. But I instinctively know that this woman is someone I shouldn’t provoke, and I don’t have any thought about her in my mind.

 The two of us are walking side by side to the open-air terrace on the side of the banquet hall. The terrace is nearly 100 square meters in size, with a small fountain on it. In fact, there are many such balconies on both sides of the banquet hall, which are probably dedicated to the use of places for guests who need quiet space to talk. Along the way, Sophie has greeted with many people. Her face is full of the smiles and charms. I can feel that many men are somewhat fascinated.

 Out of the terrace, I breathe a sigh of relief, quietly pulling out my arms, coughing, slightly sideways my face a little, instead of looking at her directly. I look at the lamp post behind her, murmuring: “Miss Sophie, I think I need to apology to you… Um…”

 

Sophie raises her chin slightly and staring at me with her blue eyes. Suddenly, she interruptes me in an unkind tone: “Don’t you know that when you are apologizing, at least you need to look into the other’s eyes?”

 I’m grinning bitterly, take back my distant eyes, looking into her eyes at close range, and say to her slowly: “I’m sorry.”

 I must say that only by looking closely at her eyes can I realize the amazing attraction! Her blue eyes are like a pool of lake water. The more you look at them, the more you feel like you’ve been stucking in.

 I see a little smile in her eyes. But unfortunately, it does not seem to be a kind smile, but with a touch of cunning, or even teasing.

 “Oh, now you are apologizing?”