Yorknew City, inside a private room at a large hotel.
Light, who had recovered from his injuries and been discharged from the hospital, was pacing back and forth in the living room.
Unusually, there were no gang bodyguards in the room, only the father and daughter were present.
Light was experiencing a mix of emotions at the moment, finding it difficult to articulate his exact feelings.
He looked at the clock hanging on the wall; it was the last day of November.
Once it passed midnight, a new month would begin.
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The reason he was pacing back and forth so anxiously was that he was about to witness his daughter display her extraordinary ability once again – her prophecy.
True prophecy, like a prediction.
"Dad, I'm a little sleepy," Neon said, sitting on the sofa, watching TV, and rubbing her eyes, while holding a teddy bear.
"Honey, just hold on a little longer, Dad really needs you to help me with a prophecy," Light said.
Hearing her father's words, Neon sighed helplessly, put her hands on her hips, and nodded like a little adult: "You're hopeless, alright, let me, the future great prophet, do a prophecy for you, Dad. I hope you'll be safe and sound this month and don't end up in the hospital again."
Her father's unexpected hospitalization last month had made Neon very worried.
Hearing his daughter's words, Light looked up at the clock and saw that it was indeed past midnight, so he quickly sat down opposite his daughter.
This time, he couldn't waste any more time.
Neon sat cross-legged directly in front of the coffee table, picked up a pen, and began to prophesy in the notebook that had been prepared earlier.
Upon entering the prophetic state, Neon's eyes instantly widened, her usually lively eyes now devoid of spirit.
Her arm naturally lifted, and she began to write stiffly, holding the pen.
Line after line of text was slowly written down, and only after the last sentence was completed did Neon's beautiful eyes regain their vitality and radiance.
Light immediately noticed the change and quickly asked, "How did you feel just now?"
"How did I feel?" Neon lightly poked her head with the pen and replied, "It was out of control, my hand just moved on its own to write."
Light truly couldn't understand the reason behind this; even after hearing his daughter's description, he still didn't know the principle behind it.
However, he understood his daughter's habit of prophesying and didn't ask any more questions, consciously taking the written prophecy poem in front of him.
[The fleeing eagle, with the crow and the swallow, knocks on your door, pursued by the venomous spider. Offer the wine of friendship with peace of mind; only by heeding the eagle's will can you safely board the ship home.]
[Three months hidden under the eaves – the majestic eagle, the shadowed crow, the swallow yearning for its young. Do not let your foul mud stain the clean nest; only in the pure snow can the beautiful olive branch be reflected.]
[Throw out the alluring bait, and the homing crow will become a pure white dove in love. The eagle is about to rush to the hunting grounds of trials; build a nest for the remaining three birds, and they will carry you straight to the clouds.]
[Offer the treasured secret to the eagle's eye, and the rough stone will be polished to emit a brilliant light. The crow and the dove are like light and shadow, both are wise; choose one under the eagle's watch.]
Light fell silent.
Looking at the content of the prophecy poem, Light fell into deep thought.
This prophecy poem was again in large paragraphs, and the information was even more dense than his prophecy from last month.
Clearly, this time he couldn't just set it aside like last time and keep it as a small gift from his daughter.
He carefully placed the prophecy poem in front of him and began to interpret it word by word, sentence by sentence.
The meaning of the first paragraph is roughly that three people will come seeking his help, with pursuers behind them, in a very dangerous situation.
However, he doesn't need to worry; he only needs to provide help, and the one called the "eagle" will make reasonable arrangements to ensure everyone can return home safely.
With the experience of interpreting and personally experiencing the prophecy poem last time, Light felt that his interpretation shouldn't be too far off.
The meaning of the second paragraph should be that the three people he saves will temporarily stay at his home.
"Foul mud" -- should refer to the shady dealings of the gang.
It seems that these three saved people should be relatively upright and dislike immoral behavior.
Hmm, this sounds a bit familiar, could it be... that guy?
Light immediately thought of Kevin; there was a similar description in last month's prophecy poem.
He frowned and continued to interpret with a more serious attitude.
What does the third paragraph mean? Another crow has arrived, and it has turned into a white dove, how should this be understood?
Light was a bit confused, but he could roughly tell that another person had joined, and this person should be part of the group of three from before.
Since these four people are described as birds, allegorically they should be a group.
The "eagle" is about to leave, and the remaining three need him to host them well -- no, it should be cooperation, right?
And these remaining three people are extraordinary and can help his career flourish.
It's just the phrase "straight to the clouds," he doesn't know if it's an exaggeration, as he has only experienced the prophecy poem once and it's difficult to judge.
Then, he looked at the last paragraph.
The information in this last paragraph was simply too dense; he pondered it for a long time before he roughly understood its meaning.
These four people are symbolized by four different birds, which should be based on their respective characteristics.
The "eagle" goes without saying; powerful, solitary.
The person representing the "swallow" seems to have a weaker presence.
The "crow and dove" are more crucial; he needs to make a choice between them, but what choice?
He couldn't determine this.
However, he roughly understood the previous sentence; his deep-hidden secret, besides his daughter Neon's special ability, there was nothing else more suitable, and in his heart, only his daughter was worthy of being his deepest secret.
If he tells this "eagle"-like man his daughter's secret, he can make his daughter radiate even brighter light.
In the prophecy poem, can his daughter only be called a "rough stone" at this stage?
Seeing this sentence, Light already knew how to choose.
The reason he was able to climb to his current position in the gang, besides being decisive, was that he had a clear self-awareness.
He knew his abilities were limited and that he needed to rely on the strength of others to reach a higher level. Otherwise, at his age, he wouldn't just be a gang Boss in a small city.
Undoubtedly, at this stage, his daughter Neon was his biggest help. If he could make his daughter even more outstanding, then the answer was already obvious.
Moreover, the prophecy poem had already indicated that these people came with good intentions, and the leading "eagle," in all likelihood, was Kevin.
And last month's prophecy poem had already clearly hinted to him that if he chose to assist Kevin, he only needed to abandon activities that crossed the other party's bottom line to gain broad development opportunities.
From this perspective, this choice was not difficult.
"Ding, ding, ding."
The phone on the table suddenly rang; the screen showed an unfamiliar number.