??885: Chapter 875: Reunion
885: Chapter 875: Reunion
Gao Yang’s words made everyone burst into laughter.
You can’t exactly describe Gao Yang and his group as fierce and nacing, but any mber of the Satan rcenary Corps could be described as a serial killer.
Even if they didn’t look particularly ruthless, a group of over a dozen of them naturally exuded a vibe of “Don’t ss with , stay away.”
A dozen or so n laughed heartily not far from the terminal building, and they obviously didn’t look like good guys.
While Gao Yang was laughing, he noticed out of the corner of his eye two policen walking toward them with tense expressions.
Gao Yang waved his hand and chuckled, “We’ve caught the attention of the cops.
Let’s bail and find a place to drink in celebration.”
The group scattered and quickly walked away, laughing as they made their way to et Little Donnie in the parking lot.
One vehicle couldn’t fit twelve people, so Little Donnie drove an MPV himself and also hired a driver to co pick them up.
Seeing the group laughing joyfully, Little Donnie said with a flushed face, “Guys, the equipnt has been received and put away.
Wow, you all look so happy, why is that?”
Gao Yang looked at Little Donnie and suddenly exclaid with surprise, “Hey, Little Donnie, has your hair grown back?”
This complint worked better than any other on Little Donnie, who felt very flattered and touched his thicker hair, his face full of joy, “You noticed?
Haha, I’ve started using dication, and it’s working.
My hair is growing back.”
Cui Bo stepped forward, put an arm around Little Donnie’s neck, and said, “Let’s not talk about that for now.
Let’s find a place to eat; airplane food is too awful.
I’m already starving.
Let’s find a real Chinese restaurant and have a good drink.”
Little Donnie looked a bit troubled and said, “There are many Chinese restaurants, but if you want an authentic one, I know fewer.
Hmm, I do know of one, but that place doesn’t have a liquor license, only food is served there.”
Gao Yang waved his hand and said, “We’re here to drink today, let’s just find another place.
Also, those of us who are in New York, don’t go ho today.
Let’s drink properly, book a hotel, and go ho tomorrow.”
Little Donnie clapped his hands and shouted, “Guys, how about my place?
I’ve always wanted to invite you all over.
We could have a barbecue, and I’ll provide the drinks.
We could have a party; it’s just three in the afternoon.
I can quickly get a drinking party ready!”
Gao Yang hesitated and said, “Your place?
That might not be appropriate.”
rcenaries who have families rarely share their personal information even with fellow soldiers, unless they have a very close relationship, the kind that could take care of each other’s families if soone dies.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t let anyone know about their family.
For obvious reasons, rcenaries don’t talk about their family lives—even in front of their comrades, not a hint can be dropped.
Of course, it’s different for Satan.
The mbers of the Satan rcenary Corps are unique in that their family situations are not secrets to each other.
This is unheard of in the rcenary community.
For Gao Yang, comrades are comrades, brothers-in-arms with whom he shares life and death.
He is confident that if one person remains, they can take care of all their families.
But Little Donnie was different; an agent, he was one of them, but not a comrade-in-arms.
That’s why Gao Yang hesitated when Little Donnie invited everyone over.
Gao Yang felt it was inappropriate, and Glolov frowned as well, “Little Donnie, thanks, but you know the rules of rcenaries.
Let’s not go.”
Little Donnie sincerely said, “Guys, I’ve always wanted to invite you, just never found the right ti.
But today is a good chance.
I understand your concerns.
To be honest, if it were any other rcenary group, I wouldn’t dare invite you over.”
Little Donnie sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “Big Dog, you ntioned rules, but I know you all have no secrets among yourselves.
Your families know each other well and get along great.
I feel I’m just the sa.
I don’t want to be left out of this circle.
Guys, I sincerely invite you again to my place.
Oh, and my mom makes great apple pie.”
Now that Little Donnie had put it that way, Gao Yang had nothing to say.
He waved his hand and said, “To Little Donnie’s place then!
Guys, let’s pick up so small gifts.
And rember, today is a heavy drinking party.
Little Donnie, be ntally prepared.”
In fact, Little Donnie had this way of committing fully to sothing.
By inviting Satan’s mbers to his ho, it ant he was firmly tied to Satan, becoming an inseparable part of the whole.
Even if he beca a famous rcenary broker in the future, he couldn’t leave the Satan ship if he wanted to.
Of course, Little Donnie probably wouldn’t think about leaving anyway.
Excited, Little Donnie shouted, “Drinks are on
today!
I’ll pay for everything!
I’ll book the hotel!
I’ll hire the party girls!
Even if you guys get smashed, soone will take you back to the hotel.
Let’s just have fun today, guys, get in the car!”
Little Donnie was on the phone the whole ride, calling the party organizing company, his foster mother, one call after another.
By the ti Gao Yang and the others had bought small gifts, Little Donnie had arranged everything via phone.
Once back in the car, watching Little Donnie drive straight toward Long Island, Gao yang couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “Isn’t your house in the city?
Why are we heading to Long Island?”
Little Donnie joyfully replied, “Buddy, thanks to you, I don’t live in the city anymore.
I’ve rented a place in Long Island’s wealthy district.”
Long Island was indeed a place for the affluent, and Gao Yang whistled, saying, “Wow, congratulations.”
Little Donnie laughed and said, “When I’ve got a bit more money, I’ll buy this rented house, guys, and we’ll have a big backyard party.”
Upon arrival, Gao Yang found that Little Donnie wasn’t boasting; he indeed had a large backyard.
The rented house wasn’t very big, but it was definitely not cheap, considering the extrely low housing density in the whole community.
The gap between two houses could be forty to fifty ters, trees everywhere right outside the door, and facing the sea, just a few minutes’ walk from the coast.
After getting out of the car, Little Donnie hurried to the door and rang the doorbell, and soon, an elderly lady with white hair but looking spirited opened the door.
Little Donnie first gently hugged the old lady, then pointed at Gao Yang and the others, saying, “Mom, look who’s here.”
Gao Yang, holding a bottle of wine as a gift, stepped forward and softly said, “Hello, Mrs.
Copperfield, I’m very pleased to et you.”
The old lady was in good spirits and, looking at Gao Yang, chuckled, “I know who you are, you must be Ram!”
Gao Yang nodded and said, “Yes, I am Ram.”
The old lady made a welcoming gesture enthusiastically and said to everyone, “Welco, co on in, co on in, I am making a pie, it will be ready soon.
You can try my apple pie before starting a lively party, it’s very delicious.”
As Gao Yang followed the old lady into the living room, just upon entering, he saw a girl standing at a doorway wearing an oversized T-shirt, baggy jeans, black frad glasses, and barefoot.
The girl looked quite pretty despite not wearing makeup, but her facial expression looked unnatural, as if she was sowhat scared.
Just then, the old lady smiled and said, “Dear, don’t be afraid to greet everyone.”
Gao Yang raised his hand to greet the girl, but just as he did, and the girl had lifted her hand slightly, she suddenly looked terrified, darted back into the room behind her, and slamd the door shut.
Gao Yang’s hand was left hanging in mid-air, his face embarrassingly blank.
Sighing, the old lady said, “Sorry, don’t take it too hard, she’s just a bit, well, different.
Okay, please take a seat.
I’ll go check on the kitchen.”
While Little Donnie called everyone to sit, he whispered to Gao Yang, “That’s Eliza, the one I told you about; she has severe communication difficulties.”
Gao Yang suddenly realized and said, “That’s Eliza, the genius hacker.”
Little Donnie shrugged and said, “Yes, that’s her.
I brought her here too; that room is her bedroom and studio.”
Cui Bo then loudly said, “She’s the hacker?
Wow, really doesn’t look like it, amazing.”
Then, Eliza suddenly opened her door but only cracked it a little, and stamred through the gap, “Sorry, I—I’m not a hacker.”
After saying this, Eliza gently closed the door, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion.
Gao Yang and the other old tirs knew what was going on, but the newcors didn’t understand, although naturally, soone familiar with the situation would explain.
It being August, it was the hottest ti of the year, and the outdoor barbecue and heavy drinking party that Little Donnie planned could only be held at night.
Gao Yang mingled in the living room, everyone chatting and joking around with a cold beer in hand, munching on snacks whenever hungry, all very delighted.
A party planner arrived shortly; in the affluent community of Long Island, such parties were common, and he was well-experienced.
Little Donnie’s foster mother finally served the well-baked apple pie.
Little Donnie wasn’t boasting; the apple pie was really delicious, leading to a serious situation where the hungry crowd devoured it completely.
After they finished eating, they considered the discourtesy of their act and could only sincerely complint the deliciousness of the pie as a redy, but Little Donnie’s foster mother was very happy.
She said sentintally, “It’s been a long ti since our ho was this lively.
I’m very happy you ca, and I’m glad you liked my pie.
Please, make yourself at ho, wait a mont, and I can make another one soon.”
Cui Bo rushed to the kitchen to help, and as for Lucica and Eileen, they were less helpful than Cui Bo, just waiting to eat.
As Cui Bo left, Little Donnie softly clapped his hands and whispered, “Guys, the apple pie is delicious, but save so room, there’s a surprise tonight.” (To be continued.
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