Abby

"How much?"

Red asked, his voice dry. He wanted the item badly.

GH-325 cost fifty thousand at the weapon shop, but one hundred thousand from Gemini.

If its inherent negative effects could be removed, the weapon shop wouldn't be able to sell it so cheaply, especially since it was something that could bring people back from the dead.

Red bought three vials, totaling three hundred thousand pounds, paying first and receiving the goods later.

With this, Gemini's sixty thousand pound savings became two hundred and ten thousand.

Watching Red solemnly tuck the three vials into his chest, Gemini's gaze was a little strange. "Honestly, the effects of this thing sound a bit unbelievable. Aren't you afraid I'm scamming you?"

"We both know one thing," Red said seriously. "If you wanted to, you could kill me at any time, or force me to confess and squeeze out all my wealth."

"But you didn't. Perhaps it's because you're too young and not ruthless enough, or perhaps it's because you have strong principles."

Red explained, "But one thing is for sure: you wouldn't want to give up a long-term future cooperation for this little bit of money. And as a family BOSS, I can offer you a lot of help. After all, at your age of eleven or twelve, many things would be inconvenient for you to handle personally. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone to such lengths to take down my crew."

Conversations with intelligent people were always so comfortable.

There was no need to talk about benevolence and morality, which cost nothing. One only needed to adhere to their own principles.

One only needed to understand two things: What are the benefits of this for me? And what are the drawbacks of this for me?

Most of the time, understanding these two points was enough. If someone talks about benevolence and morality all the time, and when you're trying to make money, they talk about ideals and ask you to work overtime for free, calling it a blessing, you should stay far away from them.

Such people are always the most unbenevolent and immoral!

"Pleasant transaction, sir," Gemini extended his hand.

"Pleasant transaction."

A large hand shook a small one vigorously.

"If I need anything in the future, how do I contact you?" Red asked.

"If you trust me, please give me your home address. One of my employees will visit you tomorrow. I'll have to trouble you to take care of their food and lodging during their stay," Gemini smiled gently.

Red considered it for a moment, then gave Gemini his address.

He wasn't too worried. Firstly, his home was in a high-end residential area with reliable security. Secondly, Viper only cared about his own territory and had very few enemies.

Furthermore, with Gemini's skills, his own men couldn't stop him. If Gemini really wanted to target him, there would be no need to go through the trouble of bothering his family.

At least from their current interaction, Gemini seemed like a very easygoing young man, not difficult to approach.

And seeing how young he was, perhaps he would have the chance to invite him over to his home as a guest in the future.

However, what he couldn't quite understand was why his employee needed to visit in person and why he had to provide food and lodging.

This confusion didn't last long; he soon understood.

The next day...

Red suppressed the commotion from the previous night first thing in the morning, strictly forbidding his subordinates from discussing it further. After chatting with the family's executives, Red drove home.

He planned to spend these two days accompanying his family. The events of last night felt a bit unreal. If it weren't for the two large boxes and the three vials in his chest, Red would have suspected he had a nightmare.

"What's wrong, dear? You don't look very well,"

His wife, Sally, who was preparing lunch, noticed Red's mood and asked.

Red, now dressed in comfortable loungewear, squeezed his temples. "I went through some things last night, and it still feels a bit unbelievable. I don't know how to explain it. If I told you the truth, you'd think I was crazy."

"You hid your identity and married me, only telling me you were a family BOSS after we were married, and I didn't think you were crazy. To be honest, at that time, I felt more like I was the one who was crazy."

Sally smiled and shrugged dismissively. If Red didn't want to talk, she wouldn't pry. They had been married for many years, and they had that kind of understanding.

"No, this time it's different," Red said with a wry smile. "I feel like my worldview has been completely overturned. Would you believe that an eleven-year-old boy single-handedly took down all my subordinates at my place?"

Sally hesitated for a few seconds. "I know a very good doctor."

"I knew you wouldn't believe me."

"Dad!!!"

His daughter Salina's excited scream could be heard. Red looked in the direction of the sound and saw his precious daughter rushing into the house, holding a black owl in her arms.

Just as Red was about to say something, his gaze fell upon the owl's claws, which were holding an envelope.

"Look, this owl just landed at the door. You might not believe it, but it's here to deliver a letter. See, there's a letter for you."

Salina's beautiful face was filled with excitement, as if she had discovered something incredible.

"Uh huh? An owl delivering mail? That sounds interesting. Is this a new prank you've come up with?" Sally said, flipping the pancakes in the pan with a smile. "I suggest you let it go, honey. An owl isn't a cat, it's a bird of prey."

"No, this isn't a prank. Give it to me, Salina..."

Red reached out and took the owl from his daughter's arms. The owl blinked its big eyes at Red and hooted.

The back of the envelope had Red's home address written on it, and the recipient was listed as 'Red Black'. Opening the envelope, he found a note inside.

'Her name is Abby, Please take care of her food and lodging.

I will be in London until September.'

The address is Charing Cross Road, The Leaky Cauldron.

After September, the address is: Hogwarts.

Don't bother trying to find me, you won't be able to.

Give the letter to it, and it will find me.

PS: It's a very arrogant bird. If you want to please it, I hear dead mice are its favorite.

— Gemini Fox

Red stared at the note in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

"What a magical person..."

"Gemini Fox? Who is that?" his daughter Salina asked, craning her small head curiously.

"A very terrifying... strange... incredible person?" Red changed the adjective twice, feeling neither quite fit.

"Alright, we'll have a new member in the family from now on. Be careful, Salina, don't let it peck you."

Noticing his daughter playfully nudging Abby, Red quickly said.

"Wait a minute." Sally put her hands on her hips and glared at her husband. "Why are we suddenly keeping a large bird of prey at home?"

Red spread his hands, looking helpless. It seemed he would need to explain everything from the beginning.