LRAB Chapter 121, Section 18: Good Things Take Time
Chapter 121, Section 18: Good Things Take Time
Chapter 121, Section 18: Good Things Take Time
He gently touched Selena's lips; they were moist and soft, just as he had expected, and a scent similar to mulberries filled his nostrils.
This made Qin Wei's breathing even more rapid.
Rough, powerful hands slipped into the gaps in the sofa, pried open Selena's thin gray coat, and invaded her waist. Fingertips explored and sucked over every inch of her skin, finally sinking into her sexy, rounded waist.
Qin Wei pressed down hard, and Selena opened her eyes with a soft moan.
She seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he easily broke through her defenses and found her little tongue with nowhere to escape in her wet and sticky mouth.
He knew how to trick a girl into opening her mouth, and under this experienced and cunning man, Selena was like a lamb to the slaughter.
Qin Wei's hand roamed up from her lower back, slipping between the straps and her skin. With a gentle twist of two fingers, the girl's last barrier crumbled.
But the man didn't seem to be in a hurry to move forward. He put his hand back around her waist and abdomen, sweeping it back and forth over Selena's trembling belly, from her abs to the lines of her abdominal muscles, and finally leisurely drawing circles around the edge of her navel.
Compared to a novice, this experienced driver was not in a hurry to succeed; every movement was so elegant.
Even under such seemingly restrained attacks, Selena began to twist her waist and rub her legs together.
She is on the verge of a breakdown.
"Can I continue?"
"Um·.-.
With a nearly exhausted response, Qin Wei unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.
One, two, three—he rotated his shoulders and removed his clothes, exposing his muscular body, covered in bruises and scars, to the air.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Just as the two were about to step into a deeper conversation, a damn knock on the door interrupted the warm and intimate atmosphere inside.
The two people on the sofa looked at each other and gave each other an awkward smile.
"I'll go check on the situation. You wait here."
Qin Wei draped the shirt over Selena's flushed face and stepped barefoot onto the floor.
In the cat's eyes, Johnny was grabbing a handful of fries from the paper bag and stuffing them into his mouth. Judging from his ravenous eating habits, he must have been starving.
Qin Wei glanced at his watch; it was already twenty minutes past the agreed time. No wonder the other party had come looking for him.
Although he was a little annoyed that his good time had been interrupted, the task at hand was more important.
"Hey friend! Are you ready? Everyone's waiting to throw you a party!" Johnny urged impatiently as he heard the sound of the lock being opened.
"Just put on some clothes and I'll be right there."
Qin Wei hurried back into the house, but in the blink of an eye, Selena was nowhere to be seen. The curtains fluttered, and the windows swayed back and forth in the night wind.
You're lucky this time!
He smacked his lips, savoring the lingering taste, then shook his head with a smile, put on his shirt, and grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair.
"Are you planning to go out like this?" Johnny pointed to his crotch when the two met.
"Oh! Thanks for reminding me."
Qin Wei awkwardly lowered his gun.
He didn't actually like this kind of indulgence. The villains had booked the entire strip club, and there were only a few of them in the empty hall, drinking bland drinks while watching scantily clad bunny girls writhe on stage.
When she unhooked her bra and threw it to the audience, these usually fierce-looking guys rushed forward like madmen, scrambling for the lingering warmth of the woman.
Johnny and Qin Wei remained unmoved throughout the process, seemingly detached from the swirling disco ball.
"You're thinking about your ex-wife and kids? Why don't you go see them!"
After Qin Wei exposed Johnny's secret, the wine glass hovered at his lips.
"I'm afraid to embrace hope, because death could come at any moment, tomorrow or the next second."
Johnny knew that working with the Joker was selling his soul to the devil. A few weeks earlier, when the gang consisted of just the two of them, the Joker had led him to rob an underground loan shark organization. After forcing the organization's leader to open the safe, the Joker killed everyone in front of him, including a little girl of about ten years old who had been taken hostage.
He sympathized with the poor father, and he understood the despair mixed in with that hoarse, desperate roar.
He also has a daughter; if someone did that in front of him, he would probably have a mental breakdown.
"Hey, listen, I don't know what you're thinking, but you don't want to take regrets to your grave, do you?"
Perhaps Qin Wei's persuasion had an effect, or perhaps he was intimidated by the alcohol in his system, Johnny, who had been afraid to face the situation, finally raised his head.
"you're right·
He licked his lips and repeated it again.
"you're right!"
After kicking away the noisy bastards, the two drove towards Shirley's house.
Johnny had drunk too much; not only was his vision blurry, but even his Rolls-Royce was staggering drunkenly down the deserted streets. He floored the accelerator, honked the horn furiously, and struggled to control the steering wheel, which seemed poised to fly into his face at any moment.
But compared to his drunken appearance, his eyes were remarkably clear.
Johnny's five imprisonments were like a marker repeatedly smeared on his eyeballs. He didn't know how long it had been since he had gazed so clearly ahead—it was a gallows, the ropes swaying in the gale.
Before they reached their destination, the two met Shirley. In the cold early autumn wind, the heavily made-up woman, like other streetwalkers, was soliciting customers at the crossroads. She had just finished smoking a cigarette and was already wrapping her trench coat tighter.
Beneath the fishnet stockings, several glaring bruises were visible on the base of her long, fair thighs.
Johnny gripped his gun, burying his face deep in the steering wheel. His wife had chosen to leave him for this line of work; he probably knew how much of a failure his life had been for the past thirty-five years.
Biting his lip, Johnny waved his hand in vain:
"Let's go..."
"She's gone. Where's our daughter?"
"This street is full of surveillance cameras, and it's Falcone's territory. Besides, Sherry probably doesn't want to see me; I'll wait until he gets off work."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Wei kicked it over.
"Wait, wait—I haven't opened the door yet!!"
Johnny was carried out of the car window by Qin Wei, step by step.
A car was parked on the side of the road late at night, and the driver was pulled out of the car window. This suspicious situation immediately caught the attention of the smuggler.
Clutching a gun at his waist, with a snake's head tattooed on his forehead representing the Roman totem, he and two henchmen charged in menacingly.
"Who is it? What is it?!"
Without his mask, Johnny's aura plummeted. He glanced at the security camera on the street corner, then pointed with a forced smile, "I'm here to see my ex-wife, Shirley. She's over there!"
"Wow! You were the one who called that day?" The smuggler looked the man up and down, exchanged glances with his henchmen, and then they all burst into laughter.
"Hehehe, Shirley is so beautiful! Oh! I almost forgot, it's working hours now. We can have a drink and discuss this sometime in the future."
"What are we discussing!" Johnny clenched his fist.
"Of course, we'll see how many tricks this slut can pull in bed!!!" Snakehead laughed so hard he almost fell over, while his henchmen silently cocked their guns, preventing Johnny from causing any trouble.
"I can pay you whatever she owes, just let her go!"
"This has nothing to do with money. She's our employee now. I'm warning you one more time, get out of here and stop making a fool of yourself!"
Johnny turned and left with a livid face. He needed to go back and gather his men. Regardless of whether these guys were Falcone's men or not, he was going to make them pay the price.
"Hahaha, don't be so angry!"
Just then, Qin Wei stepped out of the car with a loud laugh. This laugh had been carefully prepared, and he had specifically imitated Harvey Dent's intonation.
But instead of sounding cheerful, his words came out sounding particularly irritating.
"You can still do business even without hiring! How much is that girl named Shirley? My buddy's got her covered tonight!"
This tactic would have worked before Johnny revealed his identity, but now that the smugglers know the two are here to cause trouble, they're naturally unwilling to discuss business.
"You can't understand human language, can you?!"
Snakehead lifted his shirt, but before he could draw his gun, his vision suddenly blurred.
In the blink of an eye, the other party had disappeared, and at the same time, two screams suddenly rang out behind them.
Ah!
Qin Wei gracefully released his hands, letting the snakehead henchman in his hands fall freely, sprawling on the ground like a lump of rotten flesh.
Snakehead, his face contorted with embarrassment, drew his pistol, but before he could aim at Qin Wei, Johnny kicked him to the ground.
After surrendering his gun, a furious Johnny straddled Snakehead and relentlessly punched him in the face, shattering his nose, punching open his eyelid, and filling his mouth with broken teeth. He was retaliating for his earlier provocation and venting the pain and confusion that had been building up inside him for years.
"Stop fighting. After all, they are Falcone's men. If someone dies, it will be difficult to handle the situation."
Seeing that it was almost done, Qin Wei grabbed Johnny's wrist at the right moment. Johnny's hand was already a bloody mess, part of it was from the snake's head and part of it was his own.
There's no going back now.
Johnny covered his face, trembling, tears mixed with blood streaming through his fingers.
"I originally planned to leave here and leave Gotham after picking up Sherry. The Joker's money is all with me, and as long as I go anonymous, no one can find me. But now it's all over. I've messed with Falcone. I can't even leave Gotham."
Just as Johnny was filled with despair, Qin Wei's light laughter came from beside him: "Ha! Is that all? I thought it would be more troublesome."
Buzzing~ Buzzing~ Buzzing~ Oswald had just fallen asleep when his phone vibrated, pulling him out of bed. Rubbing his stinging eyes, he mentally cursed Qin Wei's parents as soon as he saw the caller's avatar.
"It's you again~ You bastard!! If you didn't wake me up for something important, just wait—just wait—"
Oswald's hysterical roars echoed in the empty bedroom, but after rambling on for a long time, he couldn't get to the bottom of it. He could only vent his intense dissatisfaction by throwing his nightcap on the floor.
"Don't do that, Os! This isn't how a gang leader should act. Come on! Say hello to my new friend."
The voice on the other end was still as irritating as ever, and then the scene changed, showing Johnny Frost's shocked expression on the screen.
Johnny Wolf pulled a handful of hair:
"Mr. Cobblestone!!!! Oh my god—oh my god, am I dreaming? Someone tell me if I'm dreaming!"
Yes, it's me.
Oswald nodded smugly; he loved seeing people's shocked and frantic expressions upon seeing him. Thinking about it that way, being disturbed from his sleep in the middle of the night suddenly didn't seem so bad.