Tianjin Port, the country\'s largest port, is where countless people are smuggled every year. The sky was getting dark and the car stopped on the bank of the Red Sea. Bogart had David get off of the car and they boarded a small yacht. On the yacht were Paul and Mr. Sheng. Mr. Sheng was sitting on the chair, his face pale, dense cold sweat on his forehead. \"David, long time no see!\" David avoided Paul\'s hug and stared at him blankly, “Mr Xu, I\'ve already come, let Mr. Sheng go.” Paul smiled, looked at Mr. Sheng, and then looked at David. \"I\'m afraid that won\'t work now,” he said in his hoarse voice, “However...if my little nephew comes later, I will definitely let Mr. Sheng leave.” Mr. Sheng next to him took a look at Paul, “Michael is not that stupid, Paul.” Paul laughed a few times, grabbed David, and dialed Michael on video. Soon, Michael answered but the speaker was still Sam Wen. Sam Wen was also on a
David reached out and took the M1911. Playfully, he pointed it right between Paulino Xu\'s eyebrows after proficiently playing around with it. In an instant, a dozen other black guns were aimed at him. David was genuinely smiling. In the past, in order to act, he had learned a few simple tricks including how to use a pistol. However, he never thought that one day, this knowledge would come in handy. \"Mr. Xu, do you think my life is worth your life?\" Paulino Xu\'s eyes flashed a little bit of interest, watching David\'s eyes a bit of admiration, \"Akai behind you is a Vietnamese mercenary. Among the same group of mercenaries, the shooting speed is the highest. What do you think is your chance of winning?\" “It\'s up to fate, in case you win the bet.\" “It\'s fate.\" Paulino Xu stretched out his hand, firmly grasped the muzzle, and met his forehead, \"You know? Six years ago, your father held this gun and aimed it at me. But do yo
One year later, the Mid-Autumn Festival. Moshi, Gansu. “I told you not to come.\" Mark looked at David who had lost weight, \"Didn\'t I send you something, why are you still losing weight?\" David put the last plate of hot and sour potato fries on the table, \"I\'ve been working out recently, I may look leaner, but I’ve gained weight.\" Hearing about fitness, Mark Lao finally got a little smile on his face, \"You look good, you’re getting back into shape.\" David smiled lightly and looked at Mark helplessly, \"Let\'s talk, what\'s up with you?\" Mark took a few bites of potato fries and marveled at how good it tasted. Seeing that he didn\'t want to say anything, David didn\'t ask. David had not had any alcohol, nor had he smoked for more than a year. Today, in a festive mooed, he took a few sips. After drinking a little, and some good food, you tend to look back and reminisce. Mark drank two sma
After dinner, David was picking grapes in the yard when he heard a knock on the door. He’d thought it was a neighbor, but when he opened the door, it was Michael. Upon seeing him, Michael’s eyes welled with tears. David looked away, \"Now that you’re here, come in. I just picked some fresh grapes.\" David entertained him like an old friend, pouring tea, washing fruits, thoughtful and polite, but Michael was not happy with this at all. For a time, he had only wanted David to live well. But now, he wanted David back. He wanted them to be in love again. But Michael did not dare say it. The grapes were very sweet and the juice was full. \"Have you had dinner?\" Michael hadn’t eaten. He had rushed over as soon as he had heard that David was in Moshi. He barely rested on the way. David walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later, a plate of fragrant fried rice came out of the pot, and millet porridge was still warm in
When David Yu saw Michael Sheng again, he was drinking and flirting with a man in a private room in a restaurant. Just as the man was about to rip his trousers off, the door of the small room opened. Michael stood at the door like a handsome god, staring at him as if he was a clown. At that moment, David felt as if his heart had been ripped off. He wished the ground would swallow him up. \"Mr. Sheng, good to see you!\" Seeing that Michael was looking at David\'s body, a glimmer flashed across Harold Huang’s face.\"Do you like him?\" Michael sneered.\"No. He’s disgusting.\" \"I\'m sorry. Let me get rid of him.\" Mr. Huang said and turned to David.\"Leave us,\" he said with a waving gesture. The box is claustrophobic to say the least, and no one wanted to leave more than David. But if he walks out today, his sick grandmother may be carried out of the hospital tomorrow. Saving face was the least of his concerns. \"M
\"I just want fame. I don\'t want money.\" This was what he had told Michael when he had first started acting. Later, when they broke up, David asked him a rhetorical question, \"What would I do without you?” David then proceeded to answer his own question. “With fame, money will naturally follow! I slept with you. You give me things. You and I just took what we needed. Mikey, don\'t be so naive. Sooner or later you\'ll end up destroying your family!” After all this time, David had never changed. He loved money, and he was vain. In recent years, Michael forced himself to forget the humiliation he had felt when they had broken up, but as soon as he saw David, all the resentment he had bottled up inside of him cascaded out, as though a dam had broken. Michael grabbed David by the collar. Though he was raging, he spoke so that only the two of them heard, \"Don’t you have a heart?\" David blinked, his face full of innocence.
Michael knew him well enough to hit David where it hurt. In this world, the person David cared most about was his grandmother. Truth be told, Michael was a close second. In his heart, his first love still occupied a small corner, tucked away from everything else. David would never openly admit this, and he only kept his feelings to himself. Michael was his well-kept secret. He would rather die than hurt his grandmother, and she would most certainly get hurt if she learns about his sexual preference. She would not be pleased to learn that David likes men. \"Michael, leave my grandmother out of this!\" He pleaded. \"Don\'t be cruel. Why would you do something like this? What if someone did the same to you?\" Michael patted David\'s face and said in an almost doting tone.\"Be good, or I\'ll send the video to your old lady!\" David’s whole body trembled. He clenched his teeth. The truth was, though humiliating, he had just made a pret
\"Messed up?\" Michael quickly seized David by the collar. \"How am I messed up?\" He\'s been waiting here for nearly an hour, and David’s reaction was exactly what he had hoped for. \"You don\'t know how messed up you are?\" David glared defiantly at Michael. He sneered, bent his head, kissed David\'s lips and said, \"Let me show you just how messed up I am.\" He immediately picked David up and carried him into the bedroom. Even as he struggled to free himself, David could still see Sam Wen\'s simple gloomy eyes in the living room. \"Michael, let me go!\" Even if he has been prostituting himself, he can\'t do it in front of others. What\'s more, he did not like this man, his look-alike, who was sitting outside. \"Sam has always looked up to you. He admires your acting skills. Today you will let him see how you act in bed!\" \"Michael, you cannot do this, let me go!\" When Michael separated his legs, Dav