Catastrophe Card King

But he always knows the rules.

This is something that his own wife and children did — he can’t excuse them.

He never tried to evade it.

Seven Brown continued to eat earnestly as though she was truly starved.

Suddenly, she spoke again. Her tone betrayed no emotion, “Soon someone will come in to execute the family rules. Just to give you a heads up.”

No one had been sent directly, serving as Uncle Bear’s opportunity to choose.

If he stayed, he would undoubtedly die.

If he decided to run, all ties of gratitude would be severed.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Bear’s face turned as pale as death.

Looking at the young lady in front of him, his mind went back to more than a decade ago when the pigtailed little girl first stepped foot in his shop, pointing at the goose in the window and loudly proclaiming, “Uncle Bear, I want to eat roast goose.”

Unconsciously, nearly twenty years had passed in an instant.

He had grown old, and the little girl had blossomed into a lovely young lady.

She is like his own niece.

Tears welled up in Uncle Bear’s yellowish eyes, yet he smiled contentedly.

Recalling something, he suppressed the sourness in his throat and asked her, “Elder Miss, do you want to take a roast goose home after eating?”

He knew that this was the last time he would be cooking for this young lady.

Seven Brown listened, but her eyes were fixed on the plate in front of her, revealing no emotion.

Uncle Bear stood helplessly on the side, as if afraid of disappointing his own daughter.

Oh, she must be disappointed.

After hesitating for a long time, Seven Brown finally answered with a calm voice, “Hmm — take out.”

She knew that this might be her last chance to savor this familiar taste.

Once gone, she would never be able to relish it ever again in her life.

Upon hearing her words, Uncle Bear’s gentle, old face instantly lit up with a smile, “Alright then. Shall I add more sauce? You’ve always loved that flavor, Elder Miss…”

He mumbled to himself and turned to go back to his kitchen.

But the smile on his face turned into tears once he was alone.

Leonard Churchill stood there silently, watching the entire act unfold without uttering a word.

Seven Brown continued to eat her meal alone.

Without looking up, and after eating for a while, she said, “I’m sorry to have put on a spectacle for you. I thought about inviting you to eat something different initially, but I won’t be able to eat this anymore, so I came here.”

II II

Leonard Churchill stayed silent without uttering a word.

At a moment like this, it was best to just be a spectator.

He had always been the performer on stage and had often seen his audiences laugh heartily at his acts.

But this time, he was the audience, watching a tragic drama about the parting of life.

Seven Brown was eating very seriously.

Leonard Churchill also picked up his cutlery and tasted the food as well.

The taste was not particularly astonishing, but somehow, he could taste the warmth of years passed by.

Leonard Churchill chuckled.

He suddenly felt like the food was to his liking.

Human nature is complex and colorful — it isn’t just black and white, it involves red, yellow, green … a multitude of vibrant colors.

That’s the fascinating world.

Both of them were engrossed in their meals. After a while, the packaged roast goose was placed on the table.

Uncle Bear didn’t say another word.

He placed the roast goose on the table and quietly retired to the farthest corner of the restaurant.

From afar, he watched the girl he saw growing up voraciously finish the last meal he cooked for her, with tears in his eyes.

“Uncle Bear, we’re leaving!”

“Alright. Elder Miss, please take care. Next time…”

He wanted to say, “See you next time,” but the words choked up in his throat.

Seven Brown didn’t turn back to look at Nine’s Roasted Beef one last time.

When she looked up again. Her face no longer showed any sentiment of grief and returned to the hearty and cold-temperamented persona of a gang leader.

With the roast goose in one hand, the other draped on Leonard Churchill’s shoulder, she wore a matey expression, “Let’s go! Tonight I need to arrange something for you!”

She had once saved his life. They shared secrets that they couldn’t share with anyone else.

They seemed to be more familiar with one another all of a sudden.

Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but laugh,”???”

Seven Brown cast a deep look at him, as if she’s worried that he might refuse. She explained, “The Old Man hangs out at the Flood Gang most of the time. No one knows more about the secrets of Sinless City than he does. He certainly knows about the Breathing Method. I’ll ask him for you.”

She is sincere both about the arrangement and the Breathing Method.

The gang’s return favor might seem plain, but it is always genuine, even before mentioning learning the Breathing Method; a royal treat is a must.

Seven Brown, the leading lady of the Flood Gang, openly took her savior directly towards the most extravagant locale of Sinless City — Flood Gang!

Leonard Churchill was also interested to see for himself what caliber the legendary master of Sinless City, Lord Nine Brown, really was..