LOGINThe day Crystal left him, the sun was shining brightly. He got a phone call from Peter Wilson in New York, “Jonathan Li, you should give me Troy Yang, or you will regret it.” When he heard Peter ‘s voice, he knew that Troy had been up to something.
“Peter, what has made you so angry? Take it easy, I'll teach him a lesson for you.” Jonathan said.
“Troy killed my son! You must bring him to see me at three o’clock this afternoon.” Peter insisted. He was stunned for half a minute when he recovered, Peter had hung up.
Peter Wilson had a big gang in his region, neck, and neck with Jonathan’s men. But Peter had built his strength for forty years, while Jonathan was just from a younger generation. Obviously, Jonathan was in an inferior position in terms of interpersonal connections.
Sometimes when they met, Jonathan greeted him as Uncle Peter. It was audacious of Troy to kill Peter’s son!!! Jonathan couldn’t bear to think of beating Troy, besides, what could change after a fight? It wouldn’t bring Peter’s son back.
Jonathan went to see Troy and just said, “Look, don’t cause any trouble, just make it look as if you died jumping off the balcony.”
Troy replied casually, “I know I am wrong, dear Jonathan. I can settle it myself.”
“How? What he wants is your life!” Jonathan shouted. He had known Troy for three years and thought of him as a brother, he certainly wouldn't have let Troy die, but the matter was too serious. He was not sure he could carry it off.
"Troy, I heard that it's for the policewoman, isn't it?" Jonathan asked.
“Yes!” he replied.
“Obviously, she has made a trap for you. She's a cop. Does she really love you? She is just taking advantage of you.” Jonathan said. Troy did not speak, nor complain or show any regret in his eyes!
Jonathan lit a cigarette and sat down at the table. Eventually, he calmed down. “I told you, don’t give your heart to others. It’s dangerous for us on the streets. We can enjoy the present, but we can’t predict our future. Love comes with a high price which we can’t afford,” he said to Troy.
Troy’s reply to that was, “I know! Jonathan, you also know that love is as addictive as drugs if you have experienced it. You can’t easily escape.”
“I haven't tried love, but I've tried heroin. You can quit!” He paused for a moment, then took a puff. “Although it’s suffering, it’s ok when you go through it.”
“Jonathan." Troy knelt and begged, “Please don't meddle with this matter. I don't want you to get involved in this nonsense.” "Don't say such words if you are my brother!” Jonathan said to him.
Jonathan seldom bothered his eldest brother, Harvey. Jonathan turned to him for Troy’s sake, “Brother, I want to negotiate with Peter.”
"Jonathan, it was Uncle Peter’s son who died. Negotiation won’t work.”
When he headed for the door, Harvey stopped him. “Take as many people as you want. But you must come back alive! It is my only demand,” Harvey told him.
“Harvey ...” Jonathan turned and looked at his face.
Since Harvey had a lover and family, he had changed. He was tired of fighting and killing in the dark. What he pursued were peace and serenity. He was completely free from brutality and aggressive ways.
The moment he heard his words, Jonathan realized that there was something about him that had not changed, brotherly affection. Harvey was still the man who stabbed himself in the chest to save him from a bullet.
He was still the man who would pat Jonathan on the shoulder and say to him smiling, "We are brothers in this life.”
"Dear Harvey, I promise you that I will not fight with them, I will not let brothers get hurt,” Jonathan assured him.
"You still don't know the rules of the game!” Harvey said and waved his hands feebly: "Go! But you must come back alive!”
When I woke up in the morning, I looked at my red and swollen lips in the mirror and gave up the idea of going to school. I called Jonathan when going downstairs, telling him I wasn’t going to school because of some matters. He said it’s right and didn't even ask about what happened.
I got along very well with Steven. We had breakfast together every day and had lunch together after school. We talked about our lives over the past eight years, as well as his work which he was currently doing. I was casual when I was with him and forgot what I had said or what he had said.
Such a man was suitable to have as a girl's favorite lover, but he came back late. I had kept a place in my heart for him for eight years, but in the last few months, I didn’t.His hand stretched out across the table, grasping one of my hands holding the knife.
I was ignored during my high school days. The headteacher put me in the last row, turning a deaf ear to me, and most of my classmates in the class regarded me as an outcast, ignoring my existence.It wasn’t all their fault. I was an exception in the eyes of other students an
Jonathan put me into his car and kept silent. I also didn't want to talk. Seeing him light a cigarette, I noticed that his hand was bloody, there was a bit of glass in his flesh dyed with red wine. Imagining the feeling of applying alcohol on the wound, I couldn’t help rubbing my palm, feeling the sharp pain.
Drunk, I felt dizzy and sleepy. Somehow, I thought it was the typical style of Jonathan to use the word ‘instruct’, not the manager. I broke into the room where Jonathan was with a bottle of wine and two glasses in my hands, I didn’t even knock.There were not ma