At the door of the ward.
It was Neon, who had rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing her father lying in the hospital bed, she immediately broke free from her bodyguard's hand, rushed to the bedside, and threw herself next to her father, crying.
"Dad, what happened to you?"
Looking at his daughter, Light's thoughts were somewhat erratic at the moment, but he still reached out and gently stroked her head.
"It's nothing, darling. Dad is sick this time, but he'll get better after resting for a while."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. How could Dad lie to you?"
"Liar! Dad always lies!" Neon frowned tightly, saying with a face full of dissatisfaction.
Light didn't refute, just smiled and gently patted her head.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Neon, what made you suddenly want to do fortune-telling?"
"Hmm?" Neon was a little confused, but after thinking seriously, she replied, "I saw a fortune-telling show on TV and thought it was interesting, so I wanted to try it myself."
It was that simple? Light found it really hard to understand.
Even now, he couldn't make up his mind whether this prophecy poem could really predict the future.
Moreover, he understood that even if prophecy existed, the future could be changed. He had thought of this point at the time.
If... if this prophecy was true...
Light's face unconsciously revealed an extremely brilliant smile.
"Dad, what are you smiling at? It's scary."
Hearing his daughter's words, Light wanted to put away his smile, but he couldn't control it at all, so he just tried hard to soften his expression.
He looked at Neon and said, "Darling, can you do fortune-telling for Dad one more time? Maybe seeing your fortune-telling will make Dad feel at ease."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words left his mouth, Neon crossed her arms over her chest, her expression serious, and her brows tightly furrowed.
"No, Dad. Fortune-telling is to make people live happier and more motivated lives, but you can't be addicted to it.
"Otherwise, you'll become a coward who only knows fortune-telling. I've already done fortune-telling for you this month, let's see next month."
Light didn't expect to be refused by his daughter. However, he wasn't angry, nor did he force his daughter to do fortune-telling for him.
Instead, he calmed down, unfolded the paper in his hand again, and looked at the prophecy poem on it.
So that's it. Does it predict actions within a month?
Only special events are marked and then recorded as a prophecy poem.
He really couldn't draw a definite conclusion, he could only guess based on what he had already experienced.
Was this really possible? He still didn't quite dare to believe that his daughter actually possessed the ability to tell fortunes, as magical as magic itself.
Looking at the prophecy poem from the fortune-telling, only the last section seemed not to have happened yet.
But the previous content had changed because of his choices, so would this last section still happen? He had no answer in his heart.
[The slave beast of money asks you, the time for choice has come. Go with the flow and fall into unchanging decay, or break free from shackles and look towards the farther blue sky.]
In other words, a major choice will appear later, and it is closely related to his future?
He had already begun to believe this prophecy was real, so he had to concentrate fully on thinking about the meaning of this prophecy poem.
The slave beast of money, does it refer to those thugs? Or does it refer to those who are willing to sell their lives for money?
Going with the flow, perhaps it means living as usual, but doing so will continue to deepen the unchanging decadence.
Based on previous experiences, Light faintly felt that the so-called decadence and decay might refer to the unsavory dealings of the mob.
As the head of a small mob, he naturally participated in many such matters, such as collecting protection fees and operating some illegal nighttime businesses.
This means that if he doesn't change anything, he will continue down the path of the mob, without any change.
But if he takes certain actions, he might be able to break free from the so-called "shackles."
As for the "shackles" here, he probably already understood what they were. This metaphor was very apt.
As a mob member, you can't just leave whenever you want.
Past experiences, identity information, and records left by the state will all limit mob members from moving towards the light. For mob members, this indeed feels like heavy shackles.
However, he didn't actually care too much about whether to break free from the shackles.
What he pursued was status, power, and money. He had spent most of his life climbing to his current position as a mob Boss.
But if his daughter truly possessed the ability to tell fortunes and prophesy, then he might still have a chance to rise higher.
Perhaps... perhaps the position of the Ten Old Heads was not out of reach either.
However, the "farther blue sky" mentioned in the poem.
What he yearned for was not the actual blue sky, but the unknown represented by the two words "farther." Could this be a rare opportunity?
The main reason was that Kevin had left too deep an impression on him. So many armed subordinates were so vulnerable before Kevin, completely unable to fight back.
The families of the Ten Old Heads wanted to recruit Kevin, but he didn't care at all, as if the Ten Old Heads were not worth mentioning in his eyes.
Obviously, he didn't know that Saro and the Ten Old Heads were not equivalent. His status was too low, and he didn't know much.
Light couldn't help but think, even if he climbed to that high position, what could he do in front of that young man?
For a time, Light's heart was very conflicted and confused.
He intuitively felt that this might be an opportunity. This was the keen intuition he had cultivated from years of struggling in the dark world and becoming the head of a gang.
But the current information was too much and too messy, making it impossible for him to sort out his thoughts.
It's okay, there's still time, there's still time to think slowly...
A certain hotel.
"He refused?"
"Hmph, he really doesn't know what's good for him."
"Do as we discussed before, hire those people, and bring him back to me by force." Saro hung up the phone angrily, rubbing his brow irritably.
He just won a few matches above the 200th floor of the Sky Arena, what's so great about that?
This time, the people he hired were all individuals who had performed excellently in the arena. With several people acting together, he didn't believe Kevin could easily escape.
He felt he had been merciful enough. The previous Kevin had money if he wanted money, and resources if he wanted resources. He never asked too many questions and never restrained him.
Such a lenient cooperation method, yet it resulted in this outcome. How could he not be annoyed?
Hmph, just wait and see. If Kevin is brought back this time, don't even think about leaving easily again.
He wouldn't be as merciful as before either.
...
Kevin stayed in Yorknew City for a few days.
These past few days, he had acquired many interesting materials. Some were just purely novel and fun, but two or three items aroused a hint of desire in him.
But this was enough, it was also a pleasant surprise.
"It's almost time to set off."
Calculating the time, there were only over ten days left until the agreed date, and it would take a few days to get there by airship.
Kevin was always accustomed to arriving early, which allowed him to be more composed and calm when facing various situations.
After buying his ticket, he quietly waited for departure.
On the other side.
Inside the ward.
A fracture wasn't that easy to recover from. Light was still lying in the hospital bed, his face looking even more haggard than a few days ago.
These past few days, he had been repeatedly thinking about that question.
"Knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door. Before he could respond, the door was pushed open directly.
Several strange-looking guys, exuding a chilling aura around them, walked in.
Looking at these people, and feeling their unconcealed malice, Light's brows furrowed tightly.
He knew clearly in his heart that he couldn't afford to provoke these people.
"You are Light? We have some questions we want to ask you," the leader said coldly.