Jim is a man in his forties, not tall, but strong, with a face that never seems expressionless. His facial features are very common. He is of a type that could not be found when throws into the crowd. He has a short flat head all year round, and he swaps around, always just two suits, a black one and a gray one.Jim is Juan"s confidant, Juan"s a.s.sistant, Juan"s driver, Juan"s shadow, Juan"s personal nanny, Juan"s Housekeeper - and Juan"s bodyguard!
I don"t know how tough Jim is. I haven"t tried to fight with him. But I know I"m definitely not his opponent. Even though I learned kongfu from my master in my teens, like some kind of martial arts school, I can throw people down with one punch, but I dared not fight with Jim!
Because of his eyes!
His eyes are not cold but have no any feeling, just quiet appearance forever. If must describe, his eyes are gray, as if nothing can let him in mind of the world!
Disregard, it is a kind of absolute disregard!
Sometimes, I even feel that Juan is the shadow of Juan. He lives entirely for Juan.
I heard that he was once a soldier, said to have partic.i.p.ated in war, climbed out of the dead, walked through the minefield, dived behind the enemy!
I could see that he had thick coc.o.o.ns on his thumb and forefinger, and I knew it was a rifle.
There is one thing that makes me curious about him.
Juan likes boxing, and he likes to have me to practice with him. But Juan never asks Jim to play with him, although Jim stays with him every day.
"He is different from us. He does not practice kongfu. He is the most ruthless killing skill. That kind of skill is used, not to be seen." This is the original word of Juan.
Ten minutes later, I walked out of the door. Jim"s car has parked there already. I look at the time. It is exactly the time Juan said. I don"t speak, get into the car and sit next to him, nod. Jim doesn"t speak either, he starts the car.
This is Juan"s car. Juan likes German cars, and only German cars. It feels thick, solid and reliable. As for other cars, he thinks they are all garbage.
"Jim, where are we going?" I hand him a cigarette. Jim looks ahead and answers me simply in two words: "Eastern Suburb."
The car drives all the way out of town and turns into the road leading to the eastern suburbs, which is slightly more remote, but the environment is good.
The eastern suburb is about seven or eight kilometers away from the city. There is a hill. After several years of development, a European-style villa zone has been built. It belongs to the wealthy people. Then some golf clubs, equestrian clubs, shooting clubs and so on have been developed. All these are places for the wealthy people to play. Any place here, the membership fees will be more than ten thousand a year.
Walked through a T-junction, left to the villa area, to the right is a variety of clubs.
These two places usually do not see any difference during the day, but they shows the differences in the evening.
Although the European-style villas are luxuriously and beautifully built and the environment is entirely built in accordance with the national AAcla.s.s scenic spot, they have not been very popular.
Of course, I"m not saying that these villas are empty. They are all empty just because of those owners do not usually live here.
This villa area is the best place to take care of lovers because it is far away from the city. Every day, some beautiful young women can be seen driving in and out of all kinds of women"s cars. Occasionally, one or two lesser-known second-rate or third-rate stars or singer can be seen here. Most of them are the lovers of the owners.
These lovers are actually quite lonely, the rich people take care of them, but it is impossible to live here every day. So most of the time, there is no one in the villa, those lonely women often drive downtown for fun, until midnight they will be back in succession.
And the club area on the right hand side is different.
Driving into the club area, the outside parking is almost like a famous car exhibition center, BMW Mercedes-Benz is an ordinary commodity, Lamborghini, Ferrari and so on are all very common to be seen.
And most importantly, the water here is very deep. The most of parking outside are just the tips of the iceberg. There is also a very hidden underground car park. Many dignitaries come here, but for some reason do not want to expose their ident.i.ties. Their cars can"t be parked outside. The underground park is for these people.
Our car goes all the way through the club area and into the underground park. Guards see the license plate and there is no obstruction.
This is the first time I come to this place. I used to hear about it. When I get into the underground park, I find that the area here is twice as large as the outside ones. Our car just stops somewhere near outside.
When I get off the car, Jim still speaks nothing. I have to shut my mouth and follow him into the elevator. The park is a hotel-like place, but the hotel is fully membership based and does not accept normal visitors. The rooms in the hotel are completely free, and the real profitable businesses are several clubs inside.
Jim leads me to the door of a souna center, where he stands and says, "Come in, Juan is waiting for you inside."
I nod and walk in.
I am led by a waiter who stands in a separate dressing room, without a word, I take off all my clothes and wear a soft towel, the go to the bathing area naked.
It"s quite different from the public bathroom, It was divided into small rooms, very far apart, and I looked at the thickness of the walls. It seemed that the sound insulation was very good. I am taken into a room with a number one on it, and as soon as I open the door, steaming steams pour out.
It"s a small bathroom of about 50 or 60 square meters. On the left is a completely granite bathroom with a huge j.a.panese tub next to it and a small sauna on the right. I walk in barefoot, the ground was wet, the bathroom is covered with a huge relief stone, the shape of a Nordic G.o.ddess, a beautiful naked body with a supine posture, arms around, just forming the shape of a subtle human armchair. A man is lying with his back toward me In the arms of the G.o.ddess, naked upper body, muscular. Back close to the shoulder, there is a three inch long scar, like a centipede lying on the human body!
"5, here you come?" Juan lolls, with a white towel on his face and his arms resting lightly on the edge of the pool.
I step into the bathtub and walk near him and sit down. After a while, I see he speaks nothing, I can"t help asking: "Brother Juan, you look for me so late, what do you want me to do?"
Juan then slowly removes the towel from his face and turns to look at me.
Juan"s face is so delicate that you have to admit that the city-famous hero, in face, even has a slightly weak texture - if you don"t look him in the eye.
If you look at his eyes, you will never feel that he has anything about weakness.
I"ve never seen anyone"s eyes more stressful than Juan in my life. His eyes are not as sharp as those aggressive ones, but light, gentle, like the spring rain, moistening things quietly, as if only inadvertently, it seems that you have been seen through!
Such a person, when he smiles at you, you will feel like spring breeze. And when he gets angry, you feel that nothing in the world can hide from his eyes!
Looked at me for a few seconds, Juan laughs, and then suddenly asks me in a low voice: "5, how do you feel about this place?"
"This place?" I think seriously, "very well, but I can see that the water is very deep here."
"Well." Juan nods. "Yes, almost all the country"s elites or high-ranking officials know this place! To enter this area and enter this circle is already equal to the upper cla.s.s society. You should have seen the license plate numbers in the park when you come in. There are sixteen large and small clubs, seven private clubs, and everyone has a strong background. This hotel we"re in, I can tell you responsibly that we can enjoy all the same things compare with the palaces of Arab chiefs in the Middle East."
At this point, Juan pats his hands slowly, a side door slowly open then and two beautiful girls come in. The two girls are generally tall and attractive. They are wrapped in a short, thin bath towel all over their bodies. Their skins are pink and tender as if they are babies. Their smiles like flowers, they come slowly with a kind of seductive shyness. Their waists and legs swayed gently like willow leaves. And to my surprise, these two amazing girls, who looked under the age of eighteen at most, looks exactly the same! What a rare twin!
Two girls each holds a silver tray with a bottle of wine on their left hand and two tall crystal goblets on their right.
As a matter of fact, my heart begins to accelerate at once. Because I am lying in the bathroom, looking up, the girl"s slender and strong legs are particularly attractive, and the short towel pendulums are shaky, as if it would fall down at any time!
Two girls walk up to us, kneeling softly and half on their knees. Then they hold the crystal cup full of bright red wine juice to me and Juan. Their pink faces are full of delicate blushes and hesitate a little, the white towels are lifted, and the two naked perfect bodies that almost suffocate me walk slowly into the bath. There, sitting next to me, left and right, I have not time to speak yet, four soft hands have climbed up my back and chest and arms, gently ma.s.sage up!
"5. They are my personal collections, and I"ve never been willing to take out. I"m going to keep them for an important opportunity. I send them to you as a gift today." Juan sees my embarra.s.sment, a smile on his face, and then he whispers a word which really shocked me!
"This place is mine. Now, I intend to leave it to you."