Cold weapons are a man's romance

So Cesar Ripa walked into the police station for the first time in his life, still as a suspect.In order to rush to pick up Roman, he started a thrilling chase with the police car. After throwing off the police car, he left his car (and Lawrence) at an intersection and ran to the Mermaid Jump Bar on foot.Lawrence decided to exterminate his relatives righteously, and pointed out the possible whereabouts of Cesar to the police who came later. In the end, the police successfully arrested the dangerous suspect.

Cesar explained in every possible way that he did not hesitate to violate the law in order to rush to save talents.Roman's experience and Edward's testimony corroborate his statement.In the end, Cesar was spared from prosecution, but the fine still had to be paid.

The identity of the woman who attacked Roman was easy to find out.Her murder weapon was left at the scene, covered with her fingerprints.Roman and Edward were also able to identify her face.She didn't even think of avoiding the surveillance cameras on the side of the road.It only took a few days for the police to arrest her and bring her to justice.

Cesar finished the notes and went to the corridor to pour coffee, and accidentally bumped into Edward who had just finished the notes beside the coffee machine.The two made a cup of coffee each without a word, and then stood on the side of the coffee machine, as if they were knights guarding the coffee machine princess.

Cesar took a sip of the bitter liquid in the glass, stared straight ahead, without looking at the man beside him, and said, "So you really joined the army?"

"Yes, overseas peacekeeping forces." Edward maintained the same posture.

"When did you come back?"

"Earlier this year."

"It's been so long, why don't you go see Mr. Blackson?"

"Please figure it out, he doesn't want to see me." Edward raised his lips.

"Make up with him. If you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes to him, he is absolutely willing..."

"I'm not wrong." Edward said decisively, "I've realized that we are not the same kind of people, and we will never be. You and the old man are children who are addicted to fantasy worlds and will never grow up, but I am different. I Face the reality of life. People who have used real knives and real guns will never play with your children's stuff again."

"You're right. We're not the same kind of people." Cesar nodded in agreement.

Edward showed a slightly surprised expression. "I thought you'd have a few rebuttals."

"There is nothing to talk to people who are not speculative."

Edward finished his coffee, nestled the paper cup into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.He walked towards the door with his back hunched, as if he was facing an invisible gale.

"Goodbye, little Caesar." With his back to Cesar, he raised his right hand and waved.

After the door closed, Roman walked over with his head that was so painful that it was about to split open.He perfectly missed the conversation between Cesar and Edward, and only had time to watch the exiled young master leave.

"He just left? I haven't thanked him yet."

Although there was some friction between them when they first met, which was a bit unpleasant, but Edward was also his savior, and he somewhat changed.

Cesar didn't answer him, and stared motionlessly in the direction Edward left.His lips moved, uttering a few words silently.

— Farewell, Black Prince.

***

"I heard you finally got into the game, Cesar?"

On the second day, in the Aurora Club, Cesar was warmly welcomed by his colleagues as soon as he entered the staff lounge.They were not at all saddened by Cesar's experience. Instead, they rejoiced, as if they had heard that a criminal who committed all kinds of crimes had finally been brought to justice.

"It's not what you think!" Cesar was furious, "I'm taking the record as a witness!"

"Yes, and paid a fine." Lawrence crossed his legs and exposed his lie coldly.He was still haunted by Cesar leaving him in the car last night.

"How dare you say, you traitor! You betrayed me!"

"I just did what any law-abiding citizen would do."

Cesar jumped over and beat him.Others gleefully whipped out their phones in order to preserve the rare spectacle (and post it online for the crowd to watch).If Mr. Blackson hadn't just pushed the door open, the two of them could have fought all the way from the lounge to the training room.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Mr. Blackson surveyed his young staff and partners over his half-rimmed glasses.Today, he is still wearing an old-fashioned suit, his silver-white hair is combed back meticulously, his shirt is ironed neatly, and there is not even a single wrinkle visible.No matter what unexpected situation he encountered, the old gentleman always took his time.

Cesar and Lawrence stopped chasing and fighting, bowed their heads to the old gentleman with their hands behind their backs, and whispered together: "Good morning, Mr. Blackson."

"I am very relieved to see that you are so energetic, and I hope you can use your energy to work."

"Understood sir." They said submissively.

After his brief morning lecture, Mr. Blackson climbed the stairs, leaning on a cane, for his office.Cesar hesitated for a few seconds, then chased after him.

"Mr. Blackson, I have something to tell you."

"Ok Cesar, I'm listening."

Cesar followed the old gentleman into his office.It was furnished like a Victorian living room.

"I saw Edward yesterday."

"Really." Mr. Blackson took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Why aren't you surprised at all?" Cesar narrowed his eyes, "Don't you know he's back?"

"Our circle is small, Cesar, news always travels quickly, and my ears are more sensitive than ordinary people."

"You already knew, but no one told me."

"You never asked either."

"I don't know his movements at all, how can I ask?"

Mr. Blackson leaned his cane on the desk, pulled out his chair, and sat down slowly. "I mean, you 'never' asked. I haven't heard his name from you since he left. I thought you didn't want anything to do with him."

"I didn't mention him to take care of your emotions."

"That's really thankful for your thoughtfulness."

"Aren't you going to see him? Or is it that you have already met and I don't know anything?"

"You are my partner, Cesar, and I will keep nothing from you about the business."

The old man calmly avoided Cesar's sharp question.The implication is that for matters that have nothing to do with business, even if Cesar breaks the casserole and asks the bottom line, he will not reveal a word.

"By the way, registration for this year's 'Silver Memorial Tournament' has already begun. Do any of your students want to participate? The kid who has been following you and the new kid have great potential. I am looking forward to them The performance in the competition. If you want to participate, hurry up and sign up, don't miss it in a daze."

Hearing a "bang", Cesar pressed the desk heavily, supported his body with his arms, and leaned over to stare at Mr. Blackson.The old man remained motionless, with his fingers crossed, leaning comfortably in the armchair. If he put a pipe in his hand, he would be an old Sherlock Holmes.

Sparks flickered in the ice-blue eyes of the young man, while the calm dark gray-blue pupils of the old man were like a distant and silent lake.The fire evaporates the lake, and the frost tears the night sky. The flamboyance of the young people collides fiercely with the restraint of the elders.The two just kept staring at each other, and after a while, Cesar compromised.

His stare was full of coercion, but it didn't work on Mr. Blackson.The age gap between them made an insurmountable gap between them, and it was impossible to defeat this elder with rich experience in life with his eyes alone.

Thinking about it carefully, how could the slick Mr. Blackson not even know the news of his grandson returning home from the army?The moment Edward set foot on the land of England, the news probably flew into the old man's ears on the wind.He was just hiding it from others.Cesar was angry that he didn't even hide it from himself.Forget about the others, but Cesar Ripa used to be his student and ward, and now he is his business partner. Isn't he entitled to know about Edward?

There's no point in arguing with old people about this.Cesar recognized this from an early age.If Mr. Blackson wanted to tell Cesar, he would know without asking Cesar himself.Conversely, if Mr. Blackson wanted to keep something a secret, the persistent old man could take it into the coffin.

"Of course I remember the registration time, but thank you for reminding me."

Cesar said stiffly.He nodded slightly as a courtesy, and left Mr. Blackson's office in a huff.When he returned to the club lobby, Lindsay, who had just started working, was chatting and laughing with the other two girls at the front desk, exchanging their tips on beauty makeup.Cesar passed by the front desk and said angrily, "Lindsay, I'm leaving early today!"

"What? You just came here!" Lindsay said in her heart that the partner can be so willful, go to work when he wants to work, and skip work if he wants to.

"Is 'leaving early' divided into early and late? It's all about leaving!"

"But don't you have class today?"

In order to confirm that her memory was correct, Lindsay checked Chasisar's schedule on the computer, and indeed arranged a private lesson for Roman today.This is really strange.It's fine if Cesar wants to skip someone else's class, but Roman?That's Roman's class!As long as Roman needs it, even if Cesar breaks his leg, he will drag his body to teach him.Has Cesar been lowered today?Lindsay carefully observed the back of Cesar's neck. For a moment, she suspected that the silver-haired man in front of her was actually an alien wearing Cesar's skin. As long as she looked carefully, she could find it behind him. Zipper on the outer skin.

"Roman can't come!"

"How do you know? He contacted you? Really, he said that if the appointment changes, he should tell me first. Which day does he want to change today's class to?"

"I don't know! Wait until he wakes up!"

***

Roman opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the strange overhead light on the ceiling.The lamp had a wooden frame and painted flowers and chickadees on the shade.He didn't remember that his ceiling lamp had such a classical and girly lampshade.The decoration of his home has always been in a cold style.On the wall covered with exquisite wallpaper, there are sporadic mottled spots, as if something was once hung on the wall, but it was taken down.Roman doesn't allow such blemishes on the walls of his house, even people without obsessive-compulsive disorder will go crazy looking at such marks all day long.

So... who the hell is this?

Roman sat up abruptly.The sudden change in position gave him a burst of dizziness.He endured the rising and falling golden stars in front of his eyes, and groped out of bed.When he stepped on the soft carpet, he realized that his feet were bare.Then he realized that except for his feet, he was also naked, only wearing a loose nightgown, and now his belt was tilted to the side, revealing a large part of his shoulders and chest.

What the hell happened last night? !Could it be that he failed at the end of the day and made some irreparable mistakes? !

He struggled through his memory bank for fragments of last night, which was very difficult because the hangover was giving him such a severe headache that it was as if a hundred hobbits were ringing clocks in his brain.He remembers being taken to the bar by Humphrey, and then the memory cut off for a moment before he left alone, almost getting stabbed by a woman in a deep alley.The hero came to save the beauty... Ah no, the hero saved the hero was Edward Blackson (Roman never dreamed that he was saved by that guy), and then Cesar also came, and they went to the police station for a happy day trip ...Ah no, report to the police.

And after that?His memory stopped halfway back.What happened after that?He fell asleep and didn't remember anything.It was also possible that a bout of alcohol had clouded his memory.How did he teleport from the police station to this strange room full of European elegance?Who stripped him of his clothes and put new ones on him?Where is his great sword?

The more Roman thought about it, the more flustered he became.It's not that he didn't imagine that he might one day live the life of a "vagrant"-waking up in a different bed every morning, with a different beauty lying beside him, and he left the beauty with a sad heart... Come on, every man has more or less fancied how popular he is!

However, when that day really came, Roman was not happy at all!He didn't feel that he was a flirt among the thousands of flowers who didn't touch his body, but... the one who was flirted with?

No, no, there must be room for things to turn around, it's definitely not that bad!

Roman looked around, trying to find clues about the owner of the room.He soon made a new discovery.There are two photo frames on the bedside table, and the photos inside are quite old.One is a photo of a couple and a little boy in front of the Statue of Liberty, all three of them foolishly wearing T-shirts that say "I Love New York."The other one is a group photo of a grown-up little boy and a gray-haired old man at an awards ceremony. The boy holds a piece of paper similar to a certificate in his hand.

"It turned out to be Cesar's house." Roman breathed a sigh of relief.Thank goodness, fortunately, it wasn't the home of the 419 subject I met at the bar.It would be too embarrassing if after 419 he didn't even remember who was a man or a woman, what he looked like, or his last name.

……Why?Wait a moment?Why is he at Cesar's?

Let's look at the layout of this room... Most people don't put their family photos on the bedside table in the guest room, do they?In other words, this is not only Cesar's house, but also Cesar's own room, and he is sitting on Cesar's own bed.

—He slept the night in Cesar's bed.

The moment this idea appeared in his mind, Roman's whole body became hot like a fire, even if his body spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes on the spot, it would not be uncommon.