I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 101 I Want to Be Your Light

At the end of the corridor, Rosen leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the casino lobby.

He witnessed the entire process.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue lightly, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.

I'd heard that the Italian Mafia valued family, but I never imagined it was to this extent.

The head of a family was forced to sign a contract of servitude in front of everyone, just to save a seven or eight-year-old child.

In Rosen's view, this choice was neither right nor wrong, but at least it was somewhat interesting.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a tightness on his arm.

Look down.

Kara's hands were gripping his arm tightly, and her hands were trembling.

Rosen looked up at her profile.

At this moment, Kara's eyes were fixed on the little boy in the casino lobby.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks.

She didn't cry out loud; she just bit her lower lip, desperately suppressing her emotions and not letting herself make a sound.

Because she knew that speaking up now would reveal their location.

It will kill that person.

But she couldn't stop her tears.

As Rosen looked at her profile, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his arm.

Kara had already leaned her whole body against him.

Her hand gripped his arm, her body pressed against his, her magnificent breasts pressing firmly against his arm, which was deeply embedded in the crevice.

Rosen's lips twitched slightly.

This woman—

Did they really use him as a human-shaped cushion?

But he didn't push him away.

I just watched her quietly.

Kara finally turned her head and looked at him.

Those eyes were filled with tears, pleading, and the last glimmer of hope in despair.

Please—

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible, and carried a suppressed sob, but she still controlled the volume, not daring to let the sound out.

"Could you—help us?"

Rosen looked at her without saying a word.

Kara continued, her voice trembling violently, "This time, I can assure you, if you can help us, if you can get Nick out."

She took a deep breath and said, word by word, "We, the Chromie family, will always be your friends!!!"

Rosen looked at her.

Looking into those tear-filled eyes, and at that face that looked even more pitiful from crying.

He chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, but Kara could hear it clearly in the quiet corridor.

She was stunned.

Rosen withdrew his gaze and looked back at the casino lobby.

At this moment, Fang was instructing his men to retrieve the specific transfer terms and documents. The burly men holding the little boy remained standing in the same spot, their guns pressed against the back of the child's head.

Rosen narrowed his eyes.

Then he spoke slowly and deliberately: "But, given your current situation..."

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He paused for a moment: "Your friendship doesn't seem to be of any use to me."

Kara's body stiffened slightly.

Rosen continued, his tone flat: "Besides, I don't need your friendship."

He turned to Kara and said, "Risking your lives to save you, anyone with a brain knows it's not worth it, right?"

Kara was stunned.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because he's right.

What's the current situation of the Cromi family? They've been driven to the brink by the Fang Gang, the patriarch is being forced to sign a contract of servitude, and the eldest grandson has a gun pointed at his head.

What can a family like that give him?

friendship?

Anyone who's in this business knows that "friendship" is the cheapest word.

Moreover, they were complete strangers.

Why should he take this risk for a stranger?

Kara's hand slowly loosened.

She took a step back.

They took another step back.

Then, as if all her strength had been drained, she collapsed to her knees.

She covered her face with her hands.

His shoulders were trembling violently.

No sound.

She still didn't make a sound.

Tears silently welled up between her fingers.

Rosen looked down at her.

Watching her kneel on the ground, watching her cover her face, watching her desperately suppress her tears.

A slight smile curved the corners of his mouth.

The easier something is to obtain, the less likely it is to be cherished.

He understood this principle all too well.

He did not reject the friendship of the Chromie family.

What he wanted was to be their light in their most desperate moments; that was the only reliable way.

Rosen slowly squatted down.

He reached out and gently patted Kara on the shoulder.

Kara's body trembled slightly.

She didn't look up, still covering her face.

Rosen's hand moved away from her shoulder and gently cupped her face.

Kara was forced to look up at him.

That face was now streaked with tears.

But those tears didn't make her look pathetic.

Instead, she looked even more pitiful, her face streaked with tears.

Those blue eyes were filled with confusion, despair, and a hint of—

She herself was unaware of the anticipation.

Rosen looked at her.

Looking into her eyes, looking at her face, looking at the tip of her nose that was slightly red from crying.

He spoke softly: "Actually, I don't want to get involved in your two families' affairs today."

Kara's eyes dimmed slightly.

Rosen continued, "I have my own purposes. And now..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "My goal has been achieved."

Kara's tears welled up again.

She thought he was leaving.

She thought that even her last glimmer of hope was about to be extinguished.

She lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Just then.

A hand gently rubbed her head.

Kara suddenly looked up.

Rosen was looking at her, his dark eyes holding a hint of a smile she couldn't decipher.

"but."

He paused, then said, "I've changed my mind."

Kara was stunned.

Rosen removed his hand from her head and gently pinched her cheek.

His pinching made her delicate little face slightly deformed.

But the smile in his eyes deepened.

"I quite like you, little girl."

He said it very casually.

"In return."

He withdrew his hand and stood up: "I'll help you with this."

Kara was stunned.

She knelt on the ground, looking up at the tall man in front of her.

Amidst the dramatic ups and downs, her mind went blank.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know what to do.

I don't even know whether I should cry or laugh.

Rosen didn't wait for her to react.

He glanced at her one last time, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Kara knelt on the spot, staring blankly in that direction.

Watching that figure being swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit.

A very, very long time passed.

She finally came to her senses.

She raised her hand and touched her face.

There, the warmth of his touch still lingered.

Her tears welled up again.

But this time, I don't know why.

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