Marvel Nephalem

People are born, old, sick and die, and the moon waxes and wanes.

As for the famous tycoons who are among the top [-] in New York City, Joey Bode, who is nearly seventy years old, has no material pursuits.

The years have worn down his passion for life and gradually corroded his will.

, wine, sex, power, these goals that he had always longed for and constantly pursued were gradually making him feel powerless as his body declined.

Even though he was bathed in the golden morning sun, he had no expectations for his future life.

Putting on his bathrobe and getting up from the water bed, Joey had no interest in what was on the bed. He picked up the small bottle of Sildenafil on the table, shook it, threw it into the wastebasket.

"Honey, where are you going?"

Even if the charming and depraved voices came from behind him, Old Joey would only ask blankly: "Where else can we go?"

The Kuanda water bed was covered with messy blankets. Three enchanting women wrapped in clothes looked at the back of Old Joey walking towards the living room, with disgust in their eyes.

Joey knew this even without looking back.

They were all looking forward to his early death in bed so that they could inherit the family property they left behind.

Yes, Joey Sr. has no children.

As a prodigal son who once dominated the shopping mall, he thought he didn't need a successor at all, let alone a troublesome dragster.

He has always been bohemian, aloof and lustful, and was once called by insiders the elderly version of Tony Stark in the real estate industry.

But after Tony Stark suddenly turned around and became the much-anticipated Iron Man, people no longer mentioned this title.

But old Joey, who had little interaction with Tony Stark, had doubts about his future life direction.

Even two months ago, his old boss, Liv Hathaway's biological daughter, returned to the company to seize power. After something that she had been looking forward to and tried hard to plan for, she actually chose to give up.

In fact, in his eyes, although Anne Hathaway was very much like her mother, her pitiful experience could not compete with him.

The young bird cannot compete with the eagle, even if the eagle is old and dying.

He is also confident that just by building public opinion 24 hours a day, he can make all the media and employees refuse to let her take the position, and let the little girl sit on the bench at the grassroots level in frustration.

“As people get older, it’s easy to become nostalgic.”

Old Joey picked up the gilt toothbrush cup on the sink, licked the increasingly loose teeth in his mouth, and looked at the bald old man with cloudy eyes, dull and saggy skin, and excessive obesity in the mirror. He smiled and inhaled, trying to He took his belly back and held his saggy cheeks, trying to regain his youthful appearance.

A moment later, Old Joey, whose smile turned into grief and anger, suddenly punched the mirror and overturned the washbasin. With his hands covered in blood, he groaned in pain at the ceiling: "Joey, why have you become so old and tired?" ugly"

When Old Joey left the bathroom in a mess, three young and beautiful young wives in the living room, who were under 30 years old, were leaning on the kitchen counter, smoking and whispering.

"If I become like this, I might as well die early."

"Shh, don't let him hear."

"He can't hear, he's been getting progressively deafer lately and honestly I wish it would be sooner, I can't wait."

"Let's talk about it first. I don't want the villa in Port Hudson. Don't expect me to live in a damn place near Hell's Kitchen."

Under the whispers of the three beloved wives, Old Joey, who was drenched by the broken water pipe, gradually calmed down. This old prodigal son, who was notorious in the business district, felt his heartbeat that was getting stronger and weaker due to the excessive use of stimulant drugs. And the residual heat dripping from the fingertips.

He picked up the soaked towel on the ground, wrung it out, wiped his body, and wrapped his hands that were shaking from exertion.

Just as he walked out of the bathroom and was about to find a plumber to clean up the mess, the security personnel outside the villa suddenly connected to the phone line.

"Boss, someone wants to see you."

"not see."

Old Joey refused directly without thinking. In his mind, it was just some well-fed small media reporters who had nothing to do to make stunts and came to him to ask for scandal checks.

He has reached this age and doesn't need to care about this at all.

Just as he was about to ask the security personnel to contact the plumber, a familiar voice suddenly came on the phone: "Joy, this is Dennis, how does it feel to live in old age?"

When Joey heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He felt excited in his heart, but he asked harshly with a sullen face: "Dennis, if you don't cooperate with the company in energy construction, why do you come here to find me, an old guy with a bad reputation?"

"That's right." Dennis was obviously hesitant, and he whispered: "I just want to come and see you and chat with you about some ideas."

Old Joey puffed up his stomach, and he could feel his heartbeat gradually accelerating: "So, my old antique is still of some use."

"Don't be like this, Joey, you know I was away during that time. We have a good understanding of working together for more than ten years."

"Well...just wait, the old man has to go downstairs slowly."

Although he sounded arrogant, he hung up the phone directly and growled at the three lovely wives: "Go into the bedroom, plug your ears, and if one word spreads out, you don't have to think about what you will get after I die. Pack your things and get out”

The three women who were cursing him to die early immediately entered the bedroom obediently.

Old Joey, who was still wearing a bathrobe, quickly ran downstairs in bare feet, stood at the door to adjust his breathing, and then opened the door of the villa. Looking at Dennis, who was getting more and more well-dressed, he turned aside with a straight face to let him in. Room.

Dennis, who had worked with Joey for more than ten years, obviously knew his character well, and he didn't take his dislike seriously and walked into the house swaggeringly.

Looking at the luxuriously decorated, bright and spacious living room, Dennis clasped his hands behind his back and smiled: "I have to say, Joey, our aesthetics are the same. This is the life that a successful person should have."

Hearing the word "successor", Joey Bode's old face suddenly became disappointed. The little old man who had been bored for two months coughed lightly and said with a straight face: "If you are just talking about this, you might as well take a plane to London. , Her Majesty’s Drawing Room may be more suitable for you.”

Faced with Joey's overt loneliness, Dennis did not comfort him. Instead, he sat on the sofa and said, "Joy, I have known you for more than ten years, and I never thought that you would let go easily. Let alone Needless to say, let little Annie, who has little social experience, take over the business empire that all of us have worked so hard to build.”

"She's pretty good. She's so aloof and annoying like your sister."

Joey sat opposite Dennis and raised his hand to let him look around: "Look, I already have everything I want. It's good for young people to stand on the shoulders of great men and look at the scenery. What's more, this is The property returns to its original owner.”

"Don't lie to yourself, Joey, this place will only lead you to your grave. It will be your gorgeous coffin."

Dennis smiled and looked at Old Joey with fiery eyes.

Old Joey touched the bright red bath towel in his hand, obviously a little excited. He asked hesitantly: "So, your silly niece can't handle it and is planning to come to me for support. She has to do it herself, not you. Dennis.”

Dennis didn't answer, but gradually straightened up, leaned on the sofa, and stared at old Joey with a smile.

This made Old Joey vaguely aware of what Dennis was thinking. His smile gradually turned obscene and he asked in a low voice, "Do you want..."

Dennis raised his chin, smiled and nodded.

With a smile, Joey pointed at his temple with a low eyebrow and said: "I need to think about this carefully. I am old and my brain is not as flexible as before. It needs some time."

"time does not wait."

Dennis got up and left, not even waiting for Joey to see him off.

Dennis, who walked out of the villa, looked back at the workers building vegetation in the garden.

Fat and ugly old Joey was waving to him from the balcony on the second floor. Behind him, his three beautiful little wives were telling jokes around him.

Dennis didn't respond. He walked out of the park and got into his favorite Cadillac bulletproof car. He picked up the phone that was always connected and said, "It's done. This old fat pig will definitely notify old Kent and pull that old monster away." When I got to the stage, I have to say that he was really passionate about my short-lived sister."

Marlena's voice suddenly came from the phone, and her voice was full of worry: "Are you sure Joey won't do anything drastic, such as publishing speculations through the media?"

Dennis looked at the two guards smiling at him in front of Old Joey's door and responded: "No, he doesn't have this chance."