You don't even want to call me godfather

"As you should, godson."

Koshe led Anjie through the gang members and into the hospital.

They went up the stairs to the second floor and came to the godfather's ward.

Jose just stood there, leaning against the wall, feeling a little drowsy.

But he was a light sleeper, and was awakened by the sound of footsteps when Koshe and Angelina came upstairs.

"Hmm... Hmm?" Seeing that the person coming was Koshei, Jose shook his head and asked, "You're back so late, brother. Have you caught Lappland?"

"No, let her escape." Koshe glanced at Angelina, but fortunately she didn't react. "Where's Destiny?"

"Second Miss?" José was stunned for a moment, "She didn't come."

"not coming?"

"Yes, I've been here the whole time. It's impossible for someone to come in without my knowledge," José stroked his chin and said, "But it's a bit unreasonable that the second young lady didn't come to the hospital after this incident."

Koshe also fell into deep thought. Since Destiny didn't come to the hospital, where did she go?

He didn't answer the phone and the Godfather didn't come over either.

"Mr. Koshe, did...something happen?"

Angelina asked worriedly, noticing that the atmosphere was not right.

"No, it's okay."

Koshe glanced at Jose, who understood, stepped aside and said, "Let's go in and take another look."

Koshe pushed open the door of the ward, followed closely by Angelina.

When Angelina saw her godfather lying on the hospital bed, she turned around and glanced at Koshe in panic.

"It's okay, the Godfather is asleep."

Koshe said, his expression was complicated.

"Is this...is this..."

Angelina had a bad feeling. She slowly moved to the godfather's bedside. Looking at this high-ranking person whose name she had only heard but never seen, Angelina felt nervous.

After all, Angelina had never been in such close contact with someone of this status, and she felt a little at a loss for a moment.

But looking at the godfather's peaceful sleeping face, Angelina calmed herself down a little and lowered her head towards him.

"Um... I'm Anxinyuan An, Angelina, and I'm Koshe's friend. Um... I came to see how you are feeling..."

Angelina couldn't continue her sentence. She turned back to ask Koshe for help, but Koshe had already gone out the door.

She had no choice but to stay inside with tears in her eyes.

"Godson, I have already notified the funeral home and asked them to send someone to pick up the godfather," Jose reported to Koshei quietly outside the door, "Don't worry, it's the power of the family."

"Okay, I understand," Koshe nodded and said, "Let's announce the death of the Godfather to the world tomorrow morning. He needs a decent funeral."

After saying that, Koshe returned to the ward, where Angelina was standing at a loss, looking at him.

"That... Mr. Koshe..."

Before Angelina finished speaking, several people in white coats suddenly pushed open the door of the ward, carried a stretcher in, and walked to the Godfather's bed.

Angelina was startled. She stepped back a few steps to make way and watched the men in white coats carefully lift the godfather onto a stretcher and cover him with a white cloth.

The white coats carried the godfather's body out of the ward. When passing by Koshe, one of them patted Koshe's shoulder comfortingly and sighed.

Angelina stood beside the bed in confusion, looking at Koshei with a depressed look on his face, and then she reacted.

Now I realized why Koshei looked absent-minded when he mentioned the Godfather on the way here.

"Mr. Koche..."

Chapter 41: The Past is Like Smoke

She vaguely remembered the day when she was picked up by her mother.

It was snowing at the time, and she just lay on the side of the road, on the cold concrete ground, freezing.

She wanted to find a cardboard box or some cardboard to cover herself up, at least that would reduce the cold wind's influence a little.

But she was so hungry and tired that she didn't even have the strength to get up.

In her hazy consciousness, she remembered a kind woman stopping in front of her, and next to her was a tall man holding an umbrella.

"What's wrong, honey?"

The man asked the woman.

"The child is dying," the woman replied. "She won't survive in this weather."

"But there are such poor children everywhere in Syracuse, and we can't help everyone."

"At least now I can help the child in front of me."

The woman took off her coat, wrapped the girl in it, and picked her up from the ground.

The man sighed helplessly, but he just took off his coat, put it on the woman, and continued to hold the umbrella.

"I don't understand why someone would abandon such a cute child."

The woman looked at the girl in her arms, who seemed to have little strength even when trembling, and said with a frown.

"Perhaps they can't afford it, or maybe they don't like it. The people of Syracuse are always so impetuous," the man said with a doting look, holding the woman in one hand, "It's hard for people nowadays to calm down and do things."

"Is there no way to change this?"

"At least not now," the man shook his head, and the woman leaned her head on his chest. "We and several other families have just reached a delicate balance with the government. If we want to change it, the cost is too high."

"...Well," the woman said helplessly, but she had no other choice, "Let's go back. This child needs some food and clothes. She looks a little younger than Koshei, so she should be able to wear his clothes."

She remembered being picked up from the cold ground by a woman. The woman's arms were warmer than she had ever felt before, even warmer than the fire after she was taken to a mansion.

The Syracusans believed in God, but in her eyes, the woman who reached out to her was her God.

"My child, it is too difficult to survive in this world. As your mother, I can't help but feel heartbroken when I think of the hardships you will face."

She was still ignorant at that time, lying in the woman's arms, listening to what the woman said to her. Although she didn't understand much, she still listened very seriously.

Mother, the woman called herself this, so she also regarded the woman as her mother.

"Destiny," the woman stroked her dry hair and said gently, "Destiny, how about this name?"

She smiled, although it was the kind of unclear smile that a child would have, but the woman seemed to think that she liked the name too.

"So from today on, your name is Destiny, Destiny Cascade." The girl didn't know the meaning of this last name, but looking at her innocent smile that made people feel pitiful, the woman hugged her with some heartache, "I don't know how many children are like you, suffering from hunger and cold, but we don't have the power to move the world. However, I still hope that you can have that kind of power one day, Destiny."

She was a little at a loss. Her "mother" seemed very sad, and she subconsciously hugged her "mother".

"Good boy, good boy..."

Not long after, her mother took her to see a boy.

"From now on, this is your sister, Koshe," the woman said, holding Destiny's hand. "Come, Destiny, call me brother."

The boy had beautiful black and gray gradient hair. She fell in love with this brother the first time she saw him.

"elder brother?"

She pronounced the word, imitating her mother's words.

But the look in Koshe's eyes when he looked at her was filled with complicated emotions.

Looking at her petite and light body, with waist and arms that seemed like they would break if bent, Koshe's first emotion was sympathy.

He didn't know what the girl named Destiny had been through, nor did he know why she came to his house.

But when Destiny walked up to him cautiously and held Destiny's little hand, a surge of emotion arose in his heart.

From today on, this girl is his sister, and he also has the first person to protect in his life.

He began to take care of his sister, feeding her, teaching her how to dress herself, reading stories to her every night, and then covering her with a blanket after she fell asleep, turning off the lights and leaving, which made his life much more fulfilling.

But this kind of life did not last long, and the balance between the family and the government began to shake.

Once, Destiny was outside the study and heard a conversation between his mother and father.

"What shall I do, dear? Was I too rash in my behavior at the meeting today?"

"It's happened, Christina, but at least now we have a chance to redeem ourselves."

"You know what I'm worried about, Ulysses."

"Yes, I know, I know. Don't worry, nothing will happen to the children at home. I will take care of them myself, and the Laplander family's friends will also help."

"Help, Ulysses... I don't know what I should do now..."

"Maybe...it's time to make some changes."

"What changes?"

"We need a team that obeys us completely, some trusted people who will never betray us, a group of 'wolf hunters'."

"But where can we form a team of this size? Now even the members of the family are beginning to waver."

"Maybe... I mean maybe... we need some kids."

"Kid? Are you serious, Ulysses?"

"Calm down, calm down, Christina, listen to me, those homeless children are the best candidates for training. They are absolutely loyal and will not betray you, and..."

"That's enough! There's no way I'm going to do something like this! It's just bullshit!"

"Alas...but do you have any other good ideas?"

"...No, I haven't either, huh...Sorry, I was too excited just now, but asking me to train a group of children is a bit..."

"If you really can't adapt, try with Destiny's kid first."

"Destiny? You mean..."

"Well, she already remembers things, so you don't have to worry about leading her astray. Besides, there's Koshei here. Destiny likes her brother very much. It's a good idea to let Koshei accompany her after training."

"...I understand. I will try my best. I hope this won't be a mistake..."

She remembered the day her mother began to teach her how to use weapons.

She is learning all kinds of weapons, including short knives, long knives, swords, and daggers. I heard that her mother used to be a member of a martial arts family and is proficient in all kinds of weapons.

She found it interesting at first, but as time went on, the training began to become boring.

However, after a while, Koshe also joined the training team, which rekindled her interest in training.

How long ago did all this happen?

Memories of the past came to her mind one after another, and finally stopped on the transport plane. She pulled the mechanical forced lock, causing the transport plane to crash.

I heard that people can see their entire lives before they die, so am I dead now?

Destiny was a little confused. If he died, what would his brother do?

My brother is also a troublesome guy. He always loses his temper and sometimes fights with others. If she weren't there, my brother would definitely lose control of his temper again.

If she died... her brother would be very sad... and her mother, she had not had the chance to repay her mother's kindness.

"Captain! Commander!"

"I know, don't rush me! Speranzha! Come here quickly!"

What time is it now?

What's happening outside?

"Captain? Are you sure? If that's the case..."

"No, this is the only way now, Zoya. If we delay any further, there will be no hope. This is the only way..."

It was so noisy that she felt a little annoyed.

But my eyelids feel heavy and I feel... so tired.

"I'm sorry. I did it to save you, but...please forgive me."