When Thales returned to the room, Lillian had already applied medicine on Glover and wrapped him in bandages again.
"What is he doing here?"
Lillian's hands did not stop moving. She frowned at the confused Thales, then looked at Glover.
"Is this your bodyguard mission again? Take care of some noble young master? Including when he went whoring? "
Glover glanced at Thales and nodded with a subtle expression.
Thales coughed.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Lillian. Um, I am the second prince … "
Under Glover's terrified gaze and Lilian's puzzled gaze, Thales added his words in time and said with a smile,
"… My attendant."
"Wy Caso."
Thales put on a fake smile and rubbed his hands together as he stood in the corner.
Glover heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his head to drink some water.
"Wow, the prince's attendant." Lillian raised her eyebrows and inadvertently exuded a thousand kinds of flirtatious charm. "You seem very powerful."
"Have you come here to play?"
Thales waved his hand and squeezed himself into a corner. He tried his best to look harmless.
"No, no, no, I just … came over to take a look."
Lillian sized up his figure and face, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
"The prince's attendant …"
The woman smiled charmingly.
"So, little brother Wya, your daily job is to feed that prince a cock?"
Puff!
Glover spat out a mouthful of water beside the table.
Thales' expression froze as well.
Chi … …
"Haha, ahahaha." Thales' face contorted as he tried his best to ease his embarrassment.
"Madam, you are so humorous …"
Lillian arched her eyebrows and glanced at Glover.
"So, Fat Dumpling brought you here to have sex?"
Glover's expression froze.
Thales waved his hand awkwardly again.
"Me? No no no … "
But Lillian ignored him. She touched her lips seductively and thought for a moment.
"Let me see. No, at his age and in such a condition, greedy whores like Cosette and Olivia would fuck him to death."
Lillian's eyes lit up. There was something else in her eyes as she looked at the young man.
"Why don't I take the order myself and give you a massage?"
Thales was stunned.
Bang!
"No!"
Before Glover could wipe the water from his mouth, he subconsciously slapped the table.
"No!"
When he saw Glover's anxious, pained, and indignant (and even slightly warning) gaze, Thales' heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled.
"You've misunderstood, Miss Lilian … I, erm, I'm really not here to …"
Lillian came to a realization and felt a little awkward.
"Oh, I understand. You're not looking for a girl to satisfy your cravings."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, I'm not …"
But Lillian rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Don't worry, we also have male technicians here!"
Thales' smile froze.
"Whether you like a muscular man, a haggard young man, a middle-aged eccentric uncle, or an old man …"
Thales' expression changed again, and he waved his hands madly.
"No, no, no, I don't want a man either …"
"You don't like men either?"
Lilian was taken aback and sized him up again.
The hostess of the club looked out the door and finally sighed.
"Trust me, young master." Lillian looked at Thales with a strange expression.
"Qianqian is beautiful and understands men's needs, but he's not easy to deal with. If you're infatuated with him, you'll suffer."
'Huh?
Qianqian? '
Thales was stunned at first, then he reacted.
"I —"
Thales' face was flushed red. He tried his best to skip the word "prostitute".
"I'm really not here to … to do business with you!"
Glover, who had a strange expression for a long time, reminded Thales in a low voice.
"Lillian!"
A few seconds later, the hostess of Laurel Clubhouse giggled when she saw Thales' embarrassment.
"I know." Lillian crossed her arms. Her upper body swayed in a seductive arc, but she exuded a capable and experienced air.
"I just wanted to see if you really don't know the ropes, or if you're just shy."
Thales froze again and stared at her in a daze.
Lillian sized him up again, clicked her tongue, and shook her head. "Both."
She covered her mouth and laughed.
"Haha, a fledgling."
Thales' face darkened.
He really wanted to explain that he wasn't, that he really wasn't …
But after Lillian was done teasing him, her expression turned cold.
"Now, if you're done, you can get lost."
When Glover heard this, he hesitated.
"Lillian, I didn't mean to —"
"Yes! You didn't mean to! "Lillian interrupted him harshly. Once again, she showed her uncompromising manner.
"You said the same thing last time!"
Glover's voice froze, and he immediately became listless.
Thales gulped. He subconsciously shrank further into the corner to avoid this "lovers' quarrel".
But Lillian was not done yet. Anger and pain appeared in her eyes.
"But the burns, cuts, and whip marks on my body, the humiliation, and the marks are still there!"
Just as they were talking, this gentle and fierce girl actually didn't care about the taboo and lifted up her thin shirt!
She exposed her beautiful upper body in front of the two of them!
Thales and Glover were so frightened that they turned their heads away and closed their eyes.
"Do you want to see? Look! " Lillian's tone changed a little. She stared at Glover, who had his eyes closed and did not dare to raise his head. She was sad and miserable, but also aggressive.
"Your achievements? The things you gave me! "
Although it was just an unintentional glance, Thales could see that even though her form was beautiful, Lillian's upper body, from her neck to her chest, and from her waist to her abdomen, was full of scars. It was a heart-wrenching sight.
He could not help but be shocked. 'What kind of grudge did Glover and his soulmate accumulate for them to have such a strange relationship?'
The sound of clothes being put on could be heard in the air.
"Open your eyes," Lillian said coldly.
"I'm done putting on my clothes."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lillian." But Glover did not open his eyes. He spoke in pain, and his voice trembled.
"I really want to —"
Lillian cut him off.
"Yes, I'm sorry? Apologize? "
Lillian's words were filled with hatred and heartache. It was complicated and subtle.
"This is the only thing you can say in the past and in the future."
She put on her clothes, sneered, and looked elsewhere. She was like a lover whose heart had died a long time ago.
"Every f * cking time."
When she said that, Glover's face instantly turned pale.
He swayed violently, as though he had suffered a heavy blow.
Thales stood quietly in the corner. He did not dare to say a word.
This was not his battlefield.
A few seconds later, facing the heartless Lillian, Glover stood up dejectedly.
"I … understand."
He pressed the table with difficulty and turned to the door. He even ignored Thales.
"I'm leaving now."
At that moment …
"Wait!"
Lillian's cold voice traveled into his ears again.
Glover's body froze on the spot.
"Leave after your blood dries up." Lillian stared at the bandages on his body with a complicated expression.
"They will scare away the guests."
Lillian's footsteps rang in the air. She walked towards the door.
Glover did not move. He did not even dare to turn his head to look at her, let alone speak.
"What are you looking at?"
Lillian noticed Thales watching from the side. Her gaze became fierce, and she pretended to tear open her clothes.
"My * *?"
Thales was shocked and quickly lowered his head.
Lillian stared at him for a second before she giggled. She pushed the door open and left in a charming manner.
"Hmph, fledgling."
The sound of the door closing was heard.
In the room with ambiguous decorations, Thales and Glover breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
The former leaned against the wall, while the latter swayed and sat down on the chair.
One of them was deep in thought, while the other was dejected.
"Glover?" Thales asked tentatively.
"Yes, Your Highness Wya?" The dejected Glover only realized that there was no one else in the room when he was halfway through his reply. He switched back to using the honorific title.
The conversation stopped there. Both of them were silent for a while.
It seemed like Lillian's influence had not disappeared.
In the end, Thales sighed and broke the silence.
"How is Kommodore?"
Glover snapped out of his daze and said absentmindedly, "Tinker moved him to another room.
"Tinker moved him to another room. He has to rest for a while. It's not easy for me and Young Master Karabeyan to take punches."
Thales furrowed his eyebrows.
"So, Cohen, you recognize him?"
Glover nodded. His emotions were still at rock bottom, and he was absent-minded.
"When we stopped …"
Both of them sank into silence again.
Thales finally could not help but speak, "About what happened just now …"
With a click, the door opened again.
Thales and Glover instinctively shut their mouths and averted their gazes.
"Ah, this is such a long soak of urine. It feels so good …"
Tinker sighed in comfort as he walked in with his pants in his hands.
"Hey, I saw Lillian go out."
He looked at the dejected Glover in the room and automatically ignored the teenager, Thales, who was much shorter than him, who was curled up in the corner.
Tinker sat down in front of Glover and sighed.
"You … You have to understand her, Pudgy Dumpling."
When he heard this title, Glover shuddered a little.
"I understand." The zombie slowly came back to his senses. He looked at the man in front of him with gratitude and a sense of closeness. "Thank you, Tinker.
"Brother."
Tinker's eyebrows twitched.
He wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not.
Tinker hesitantly extended his hand as if he wanted to pat Glover's shoulder, but he stopped when he saw the bandages on Glover's body.
"So," Tinker's expression was complicated, "you were whipped by your superior again? Like last time? "
Glover's expression was dark as he shook his head.
"It's different."
Tinker snorted softly.
"Will I be as unlucky as last time? You know, you were locked up, and for a few months … "
"No."
Glover shook his head and denied it. He subconsciously looked at the corner.
"I … changed my superior.
"He … has a good temper."
Thales quickly lowered his head and gave an "I don't know you" attitude.
"That's good." Perhaps because he was not in the context, Tinker did not notice these small interactions. Instead, he sighed with emotion, "Lillian almost went crazy during those days."
When he heard this name, Glover was touched, and he shuddered again.
The two men sat opposite each other in silence.
"I don't understand." A few seconds later, Glover, who seemed to have regained some of his composure, remembered something, and became indignant.
"That cop outside —"
Glover stopped talking and glanced at Thales. He changed to a formal title.
"I mean police officer."
Tinker shook his head nonchalantly. "Uh-huh?"
Glover retracted his doubtful gaze.
"He's not Lillian's man?"
"No." Tinker chuckled and shook his head. "Lillian said that he's a good man, too good.
"So good that he can't be her man."
Glover was silent for a while in the face of these profound words.
"Not her man … That means, you're just working with the cop?"
Tinker sneered.
"Working together? That stupid cop? With that little bit of brain of his? "
Beside him, Thales raised his eyebrows. He felt sorry for Cohen's reputation for a second.
"It's because he thinks we're working with him. It makes him feel a sense of accomplishment, so he will protect us."
Tinker said sarcastically,
"Lillian has known him for a long time. I have to say, that guy is quite useful at times."
He glanced at Glover for a second.
"At least it's better than relying on some noble's illegitimate son who has a lot of enemies to protect us, right?"
When he heard this, Glover was stunned again.
"I …"
As if he had expected Glover's reaction, Tinker waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright, I'm just joking."
He exhaled and gestured towards the door with his mouth.
"That greenhorn, Ka something Yang, came here a few years ago. He's a hothead, just like all the other greenhorns who have just arrived. He's straightforward, inflexible, and has great ideals of fairness and justice."
"Ever since the 'One Night War', from Black Street to Underground Street, from Red Street Market to Riverside Street, from the Brotherhood to the Iron Bat Society, he has been jumping up and down. At one point, he caused chaos in Lower City District and the Western District. Everyone hates him. I heard that even in the nests of the greenskins, many people find him an eyesore."
Thales thought about it and digested Cohen's activities over the years.
"It's fine if he's strong and sturdy. After all, it's not like we've never met a cop like him before." Tinker crossed his arms and smiled sarcastically.
"But I heard that he's not from an ordinary background. He even served in the Western Frontline. The big shots in the gang are unwilling to go against him. Otherwise, with his level, how could he still be alive and kicking until now?"
Glover's eyes focused slightly.
"So, he's brought about change?"
"Change?" Tinker seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke, and the corners of his mouth twitched soundlessly.
"I admit that it might have been quite refreshing at first. Wow, there's a cop with skills, a backer, and a conscience among the cops' nests in Western District."
When he said this, Tinker sneered disdainfully.
"But as everyone — be it us or the Black Silk Gang — gradually figured out how to deal with this idiot, we bribed the people around him, figured out his principles, saw his habit of enforcing the law, and acted according to the situation. We even cut off his enthusiasm from both ends. We hid the people he wanted to capture in advance, and bribed the cops to release the people he captured. We gave him false information, set him up, and made him suffer. A few years passed …"
Tinker's mood became more and more dejected, and his sarcasm became more deliberate.
"As it turns out, he's no different from the black-hearted cops of the past."
He clicked his tongue in disdain and shook his head.
"At most, he's a little more cheerful."
Thales sighed in his heart.
He could tell that Tinker, who had a close relationship with Glover and Lilian, seemed to be a member of Blood Bottle Gang.
If Glover was really a child beggar of Blood Bottle Gang as he said, then their relationship could be understood.
But … Thales found it a little strange. 'Why does Tinker have such complicated emotions when he talks about Cohen?'
Glover was silent for a while before he snorted angrily.
"I have a friend who was right. That cop has a problem with his brain.
You'd better not interact with him. "
Tinker laughed again.
But unexpectedly, this time, he shook his head.
"It has nothing to do with his brain."
Tinker sighed softly.
"Red Street Market, Black Street, the underground street, the grand bazaar, the sewers, and even Star Plaza and Renaissance Palace … Every brick, every wall, every blade of grass and every tree in Eternal Star City has been exposed to the sun and rain for hundreds of years.
"Nothing has changed.
"It will not change either."
Glover frowned and looked at him.
"It's as if someone used invisible glue to glue everything in Eternal Star City together. It's strong and sticky," Tinker said absentmindedly.
"No matter how the wind and rain batter it, whether it's exposed to the sun or the rain, it will not move."
When he heard this, Thales was momentarily stunned.
"And a guy who only has ideals and morals, even if he's the smartest scholar, the strongest warrior, or the most powerful king in the world, much less a silly cop …"
Tinker looked desolate and helpless. He smiled indifferently.
"Hmph, it's the same. Nothing can change."
Thales was dazed for a moment.
'Only has ideals and morals …
Nothing can change. '
"Just like this damn world we live in." Tinker leaned against the table. His mood was downcast. "It never changes."
"It won't.
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