Chapter 154 - The state of extreme nervousness (1) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

When I see Papa 8 again, he doesn’t say much words, just throws a pile of banknotes and some documents to me.

“This is a bank account with enough money to buy a car and a house.” He looks at me and says, “Enjoy it for a while. You can also spend the money freely. How to spend just up to yourself.”

I think for a moment and say: “Papa 8, I want to live here, still in my old room.”

He’s a little unexpected, but a trace of slightest unexpected is just flashing through his eyes, and then he simply nods his head to show that is OK.

Silo is surprised to see me back. When I come in from outside, he’s lying under the chassis of a car to repair with a wrench in his hand. I go there to kick him lightly, and he’s immediately rolling out, staring and just ready to scold. But as soon as he sees me, his face is showing a surprise expression: “You are back?”

Then he’s jumping up from the ground with a loud cry, and his face is full of excitement: “You’ve made it done?”

“Yes!” I nod. Anyway, all the people here are Papa 8’s men, and they all know that I come back means what. They’re looking at me with some envy in their eyes.

“Come on! Let’s have a cup of drink together.” I pull him over. Silo is very excited. He asks for the leave with the leader and then coming out with me.

But instead of taking him out, I take him all the way back to the room we live. I’ve actually come back once and put a bag on the table with several bottles of liquors in it. Although I don’t know much English, but I used to work in the nightclub, so I do know the brand and variety of wine.

The cash in Papa 8’s envelope for me was almost all used to buy these expensive alcohols. The bag lying on the table is big and heavy.

Silo is pulled in by me. He seems to be a little surprise, staring at the bottles on the table and taking a long breath: “Why do you buy so much drinks back? Damn! They’re all good wine. Have you already made a big fortune?”

I’m just looking at him and smiling, without saying anything.

“Actually, we can just go out to have a drink. I know there’s a small bar nearby, and it’s not expensive.”

Then I sigh softly and say slowly in a low voice: “Silo, I’d better go out less recently.”

He understands immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he’s tentatively asking: “You… Are you doing business for Papa 8 now?”

I nod, then go to take out the LP, open the record player, set up the speaker, push the window open and start playing at maximum volume to the street outside the window.

I take a bottle of Royal Salute, sitting down on the floor, open the bottle cap, take a big sip first. Then I take a long breath, close my eyes, listen to the music all over the room quietly.

Silo sees something strange about my mood, and he is sitting down beside me with a bottle too.

“What’s wrong? Did things go wrong?”

“Very well.” I turn to look at him and suddenly laughing, “Siro, have you ever killed anyone?”

He’s obviously surprised.

“No!” But then he immediately has a little more complexity on his face, “But I’m sure I’ll kill somebody in the future! It is inevitable to do things for him in the future.”

I laugh: “Your mental preparation is better than mine.”

Instead of laughing with me, this time, Silo is looking at me and whispering: “Little 5, when you are back this time, you seem to be a little different.”

Different? That’s for sure. I say to myself in my heart.

The next few days. I just stay in the garage. I go on washing the cars and go to the underground gym to fight with the other brothers.