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The main house of the Arseni family is controlled by a famous Russian
gang leader, Vassili Arseni. This brutal gang leader is feared. He is not only
the most influential family leader in Russia, but also owns black and gray
industries all over the world, which makes the power of the Arseni family
far beyond imagination and the depth of penetration is unmatched. He is a
beast in the dark world and the king of the gang world.
However, no one expected that he would marry a seemingly ordinary Thai
girl. Nathalada, a famous Thai actress, flew to Russia to attend the launch of
a well-known jewelry brand. This girl with a calm appearance and plain
face is arrogant and difficult to approach, but her beauty is enough to make
everyone's eyes stay on her, and even attracted the young gang leader at that
time.
After many twists and turns, they finally got married and had two children
as a testimony of their love.Two years after their eldest son, Theerakit Kian
Arseni, they welcomed their second son, Krisdanai Rome Arseni. Under
strict training, they are expected to grow into powerful gang members, but
at the same time they are surrounded by the love of their parents. The
brothers have a deep relationship and trust each other more than anyone
else.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, the perfect family, only family members
know the unusualness of the two sons.
"Rome, why are you injured again?"
Seventeen-year-old Kian frowned and looked at his brother. Rome's mouth
was cracked, there was a long wound at the corner of his eye, his clothes
were messy, and his light-colored hair was messy, but his gray eyes were
shining with excitement, and the corners of his mouth were raised, like a
child who had just had a lot of fun.
"Don't worry, PKian. If I was injured, the other party would be in a worse
situation." Rome smiled even more brightly, not caring about the wound at
the corner of his mouth.
"But you could have gotten away with it without getting hurt, right?" Kian
frowned, not because his brother had fought with someone else, but because
he had hurt himself.
"It wouldn't be fun without the blood."
"But Mom will be sad."
Rome's smile instantly disappeared at his brother's words. He was having so
much fun that he completely forgot how worried the only woman in the
family was.
In this family, what they fear most is not the powerful gangster father, but
the mother. As long as she shows a little sadness, they will surrender
immediately. The last time Rome came back from a fight with serious
injuries, his mother cried out of fear. Just one tear made him feel guilty for
nearly a year.
He sighed softly and started to think of ways to cover his wound, but before
he could do anything, the door opened. He almost wiped his forehead with a
sigh, and his brother looked at him with a mocking look.
The eldest son's abnormality lies in his social disorder. Kian hates to
socialize with him. Apart from his family, he never allows anyone to call
him by his middle name, as if to shut out the whole world.
He knew that the other party had some problems. Although he had taught
those people a lesson, Kian still did not open his world to anyone.
The abnormality of the second son Rome lies in his impatience and cruelty,
as if he has completely inherited his father's genes. Especially when it
comes to his family, his anger is even more frightening.
However, because he always had a smile on his face, most people never
noticed.
Rome sighed quietly, preparing to face his mother, and followed his brother
to the luxurious black car parked at the door. A moment later, a tall woman
got out of the car, with a cold face and elegant temperament. However,
when she saw her son, her calmness disappeared instantly, as if ice broke.
"Nong Rome are you hurt? What happened?"
"It's just a small accident, don't worry, mom." Rome replied in a low voice,
then lowered his head and hugged his mother, trying to escape. "How was
your trip to Thailand, mom? Did you have fun? I missed you very much."
"Don't change the subject." Nathalada frowned, but still hugged her son
back tenderly and stroked his head gently. "Mom knows boys can be
impulsive sometimes, but at least don't let yourself get hurt, okay?"
"I'm sorry, Mom." Rome could only apologize in a low voice. Seeing her
brother's mocking expression, she could only grit her teeth secretly and
quickly signaled him with her eyes to help her mother so that she wouldn't
cry.
"Reward?" Kian raised an eyebrow instead of asking.
"The latest Nike shoes." Rome responded helplessly.
They had just talked about the latest shoe releases last night, and even
though he wanted them, he still nodded in agreement.
"Mom, you just came back, take a rest first." Kian smiled slightly, walked
over and changed the subject in a more natural way. "Is there any luggage I
can help you carry?"
"No, Kian, let the bodyguards help." Nathalada turned to his eldest son, and
suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce
him, Mhok, come here."
The two brothers were stunned for a moment when they heard this
unfamiliar name. Nathalada turned around and waved to the car, signaling
someone to get out. They narrowed their eyes and watched quietly as the
car door opened and a thin figure walked out.
The newcomer was an Asian boy with black hair and black eyes. He was
thin and small, and he looked even thinner in a loose black long-sleeved
Tshirt and trousers. However, what caught people's attention the most was
his expressionless face, as if he was a lifeless statue.
"This is Mhok, he will be Kian and Rome's new brother." Nathalada walked
over, gently put her arm around the boy's shoulders, and said with a smile.
"Mhok is the same age as Rome, you should get along well, Kian, you
should take good care of him."
Kian immediately frowned, clearly unhappy, while Rome's eyes widened in
surprise.
"So young? The same age as me? We still want to be friends?" Rome
muttered to himself.
"Mom, where did he come from?" Kian asked in a low voice, with a hint of
vigilance in his voice. He always kept a distance from outsiders, even a
little possessive, like a beast guarding its territory.
"Mhok was brought back from Thailand by my mom. He is a very smart
and cute child, so I invited him to live with us." Nathalada smiled warmly.
She knew her son's character. Some wounds can only be healed by time. As
a mother, she can only wait patiently and not force him.
"Does Dad know about this?"
"It was Dad who suggested it." Nathalada smiled softly and handed the new
boy to the two brothers to take care of. "You two should get along well.
Mom is going to look for Dad. She hasn't seen him for several days and
misses him."
They each hugged their mother, and then Nathalada walked into the house,
leaving the three boys staring at each other.
Kian took the lead, his face was as cold as a refrigerator, his eyes were full
of hostility, totally unlike the gentle brother, Kian always treated outsiders
like this, as if he wanted to isolate himself from everything.
"Go and have some rest. Report to dad tomorrow." Kian said coldly,
glancing at the bodyguards behind him. "Find him a room."The bodyguard
in black nodded in agreement: Kian turned and left, ignoring him no more.
Rome glanced at the new boy secretly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and
seeing that he still had no expression on his face, he turned around and
followed his brother back to his room, no longer paying attention to the
child. He was just a new servant from Asia, not a family member he needed
to care about.
Mhok followed a man in black into the manor. Apparently, the housekeeper
had been informed of his arrival in advance, so the room was quickly
arranged.
The rooms of the Arseni family members were located on the third floor of
the manor, while the other servants lived on the first floor. The man in black
led him through the manor and around to the back, where he saw a long
corridor with closed doors on both sides. They stopped in front of a door,
the third door on the left. The man turned and looked at him.
"This is your room." The man said in English, handing him a key. "My
name is Alof, I live next door, You can call me if you need anything."
Mhok took the key silently without responding. Orlov opened his door, and
Mhok paused for a moment, then opened his door and looked around.
The room was better than he expected, like a normal one-bedroom
apartment. The bed was big enough for two people to sleep together, and
there was a wardrobe at the end of the bed, and a work desk, a double sofa,
and a small storage cabinet on the other side. There was also a door inside,
leading to a narrow but clean bathroom.
Mhok put his bag beside the bed and after carefully checking the room, he
lay down on the bed. The bed was clean and exuded a faint sunshine smell
of freshly washed sheets, which made him feel relaxed and the tension
accumulated in his body seemed to be relieved a little.
He didn't expect his life to change so dramatically, even across national
borders.
The boy sighed and reached into his pocket to pull out a Balison knife. The
handle was pure black with a red flame pattern on it. The blade was sharp
and reflected his empty black eyes.
This was a gift given to him by the man he called "father" when he was ten
years old. It was not a toy or a fairy tale book, but this sharp knife.
He held the knife carelessly, his fingers moving nimbly around the blade,
the metallic light flickering in his hand.
This is his world, either join the gang or be killed. He only thinks about
how to survive and runs forward desperately, otherwise he will be
abandoned.
But who would have thought that one day he would have the opportunity to
protect others.
Mhok sighed, thinking back to the two new hosts he had just met. The
brothers clearly did not welcome him, and were even a little surprised. They
clearly knew nothing about this, but the obvious hostility made him feel
uneasy.
It was difficult enough to protect him, and if he was rejected, he didn't
know what to do.
Mhok put away the knife and closed his eyes to hide his inner fatigue.
When he opened his eyes again, only his calm eyes remained. He got up
and went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes.
After tidying up everything, he got into bed and slept soundly for the first
time in several months. What is meant to come will come.