Love Began with the First Meeting

Under Brian's deep gaze, Molly nodded by instinct. He had always been able to make her feel safe. However, when they reached home, they realized that having a good night's sleep might not be possible right away. They heard painful whining from within the house before they even opened the door. Looking at each other tacitly, Brian and Molly opened the door and walked into the house silently. The living room was a big mess.

Vincent was lying on his stomach, while little Evelyn was sitting on his back. She pulled his collar with her little hands and questioned him angrily. But her words were all in a mess and she spoke illogically. It was difficult to understand what she was saying, even for her parents.

Meanwhile, Charlie was watching the scene from the sofa. Serving as his sister's interpreter, he said, "Evelyn is asking who that woman is."

The expression on Vincent's face indicated that he was begging for their mercy. He looked like he was about to break down. Of course, he was only pretending to butter up to the little devil on his back. "I really don't know. Even if I knew, I couldn't tell- Ouch!"

he let out another fake scream when Evelyn raised her hips and then sat back again abruptly on his back. With a self-satisfied look on her face, she said complacently, "I will keep crushing you until you tell me!"

A small smile flashed across Vincent's eyes as he said, "Miss Evelyn, I really don't know." As he played with the little angel, he thought, 'Mr. Brian Long is so lucky to have such a lovely daughter.'

After listening in to the conversation between the twins and Vincent, Brian and Molly had a rough understanding of what was going on. As their eyes met, both of them smiled helplessly at each other. Vincent had always been a cruel and bloodthirsty man in everyone's eyes. But now, he was willing to be bullied by Evelyn, and he even seemed to be enjoying it. It was a happy surprise.

At that moment, Vincent's eyes fell on Brian and Molly, who were standing at the door. When he looked at them, the envy and jealousy in his eyes could no longer be hidden. The couple smiled at his situation.

"Vincent, if you envy me so much, why don't you find a good woman and have a baby with her?"

The twins' eyes shone at the voice that came from the entrance. Immediately, Evelyn jumped off Vincent's back and ran into Brian's embrace. In contrast, Charlie was a bit shy. He just stood up from the sofa and greeted them. "Dad, why are you so late?" Evelyn asked, pouting. Her big eyes looked quite unsatisfied with him.

"Since you know that it's late, why aren't you in bed yet?" Molly asked, raising her eyebrow at her little girl. Although she refused to admit it, she was so jealous of her own daughter because the little devil always liked clinging onto Brian. Pointing towards Vincent, who was already off the floor, she asked Evelyn in a grouchy tone, "Why are you bullying Vincent?"

Evelyn glanced at Vincent. Pouting, she answered, "Because he still hasn't told me who that woman is." The hairs on her body stood on end. She folded her little hands into fists and gritted her teeth. "If she dares to snatch my daddy away, I will have Vincent beat her up! Hmph!"

She looked like a gamecock that was ready for a fight. It was a really funny thing to hear from a little girl. The adults in the room burst into laughter.

They played and had fun with the children for some more time. Then Molly took Charlie and Evelyn upstairs to put them to sleep.

Only Brian and Vincent were left downstairs. "Mr. Brian Long, I've received information that the drug sellers are members of Connection." He had heard that Brian and Molly had been taken to the police substation shortly after it had happened.

As a cosmopolis, A City was inhabited by different kinds of people and culture, and it was a bit out of order at the moment. It was difficult to pin-point the exact reasons for the disorder in the city, but many social organizations here dared to do illegal things much more openly than most organizations elsewhere in the world. And one of the examples for this was drug trafficking.

"Connection," Brian said in a low voice. He had heard of this organization. It had grown to be a relatively large social organization after Black Widow had collapsed. It was engaged in a variety of fields and industries, but their income mostly came from soft and hard drugs. "Have we had any conflicts with them?" he asked.

Vincent tried his best but he still couldn't remember any conflict that had happened recently. He shook his head. Unlike Tony, who had been following Brian for many years and known every single detail related to him, Vincent needed to further verify whether such a trivial thing had happened. "Let me check. I will let you know what I find tomorrow," he said.

"No need. Just contact Connection and tell them that I want to meet with their top leader. I want to settle this matter as soon as possible," Brian said, his eyes blazing.

Vincent nodded and then he went on to discuss about a matter that was transmitted from XK Intelligence Agency. It was not until everything was done that Brian went upstairs to get some sleep. Vincent would be replacing Tony in his absence.

*

The headquarters of Connection was located at ZY Road, which was adjacent to Moonlight Street, the most bustling street in A City. Moonlight Street was filled with a variety of entertainment venues such as dance halls, pubs and Karaoke. Connection took advantage of its location, especially after Black Widow had collapsed. Connection didn't give a shit about who had destroyed Black Widow. Ever since Black Widow had disappeared, they had been the strongest organization in A City that dealt with drug trafficking. They had left other similar organizations far behind them. They applied assembly line operation and provided one package service, including raw materials, production and distribution. It was not difficult to imagine how much profit they were making.

"Our boss and his woman have been doing it so violently every day. They are enjoying, while we are stuck here to keep watch at the door," a young bald attendant, who was smoking his cigarette, complained when he heard the clear passionate and arousing moans of sex from inside. He felt his penis twitch in his pants as he listened to her moans.

Next to him was a man who looked about seven or eight years older. He had short spiky hair, a square face, and he wore a black shirt, which clearly outlined his projecting muscles. He was much stronger than the young bald man. After listening to the bald man, he hummed and said, "If you're so anxious, you can go satisfy your need." He lowered his eyes to look at the bald man, whose penis had stood up, forming a small tent in the trousers.

The bald man looked down at his trousers too. He felt no shame at all. On the contrary, he touched the bulge with his hand and said, "I can't do anything about it. I am in the green. Listen to those moans. How can I control my raw emotions after hearing that day after day?" He looked at the man with the spiky hair and said, "I'm going to take care of this. You keep watch for a while." He walked towards the men's room at the end of the corridor, without waiting for the other man's response. He mumbled to himself, "Our boss really doesn't care about us. I have no choice but to do this myself."