“Where are the people?!”
"Speaker..." Alfred's eyes were fixed on the bedside table - there was a slightly antique envelope.
Alfred walked forward silently and picked up the letter carefully. His eyes quickly scanned the surface of the envelope. It was left by Ao Guanhai.
He turned around and respectfully handed the letter to Ribs, who was still standing stiffly at the door. "This is for you, Mr. Ao."
Reeves snatched the letter and tore off the wax seal. He unfolded the letter, revealing the familiar, scribbled handwriting—the same street-hardened toughness, but with less vehemence and more heaviness:
Big Brother:
I knew you would come, and I knew you would bring him (Thorne).
My leg cast came off today, and the doctors say I'm healing like a beast (they actually called it a 'miracle,' but I prefer the word 'beast'). My leg is lame, but I'm standing up. Not in the physical sense, if you know what I mean. I've been thinking a lot these past few days lying down.
Remember that time in the Daly basement? I was bleeding out, and the devil was on my side! He didn't kill me, so what did Stanley's bullet mean? Compared to that time, I'm lucky to have a limp!
Lying down and counting money in the casino, the security company is majestic and impressive, and the numbers in the foundation's account are enough for the brothers to live on for the next life... Brother, this life is good enough!
I don't want this interest to be paid back with your life, the Butcher's life, Fox's life, or Alfred's life!
The Crips are mud, Thorn is shit, just step over them! Don't get involved! You know what I mean: you'll have to pay for what you've done. I'm not afraid of paying it back, but I'm afraid that when I do, the debt collector at the door is my brother's coffin!
That's it, big brother! Give me some face, and give yourself and my brothers a solid path forward.
Aoguanhailiu
The ward was completely silent, with only the desperate and humble sobs coming from Thorne's gagged mouth.
Alfred stood aside, silently, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
He didn't read the contents of the letter, but the violent heaving of the Speaker's chest and the white-knuckled hand holding the letter were enough to tell the weight of the letter.
Ribs seemed to have turned into a cracked stone statue.
He had originally wanted to get rid of the enemy who broke his leg in front of his brothers, but now...
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