Chapter 293: Concealment

After people are highly tense, they enter a safe environment and start to relax, and they will gradually feel sleepy.

Lanse slept groggily for a while until he heard a knock on the door; he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door; Kelinda was standing there, "Mr. William wants to see you."

Lanse rubbed his neck, let her send two cups of coffee, and called the person in by the way.

After William entered and saw Lanse sitting there intact, he breathed a sigh of relief; he sat beside Lanse and asked with a frown, "What's going on?"

Lanse shook his head, "I don't know, but it's nothing more than that; someone felt I was blocking the road, and then wanted to kick me away with one foot..."

"Thank you!", Kelinda walked in with two cups of coffee and placed them on the table; Lanse picked one up and took a small sip.

A very thick greasy taste, and the heaviness brought by the grease; this feeling was indeed not bad, it was just too hot.

He placed the cup on the coaster on the coffee table, continuing the previous topic, "... but they didn't expect that they kicked a steel plate; although it also caused me quite a loss, their toes were also fractured."

William had been nodding; this might be one of his habitual actions, "Did anyone die?"

His voice was very low; if it weren't for Lanse, he would very likely not have been able to come into contact with these things in his life, but people in this world always have gains and losses.

You gain some things, and you will definitely lose some things; no one is always gaining without losing.

If there is, then what he is about to lose will be everything he gained and even more!

William lost a stable, ordinary, and boring life, and gained the motivation and hope to move upward; of course, there was also an unstable life.

He was a bit afraid of what Lanse would say, but he also knew he had to accept all of this.

"Seven died on our side, and more than ten died on the opposite side."

"My God..."

William's appearance was a bit stupid; in the past, when he saw these numbers, he would only feel it was a number printed on the newspaper, a lead spot, but now, these numbers became heavy.

"Who did it?", he pursued, "Will you retaliate?"

Lanse looked at him somewhat strangely, "Do I still have to call to thank him for attacking me?"

William shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't mean that; I just felt..."

Lanse gave him a cigarette, "Don't think about things too complicatedly; this is like children fighting; you hit me, so you have to be prepared to be hit by me, it's just that the battle between adults is more dangerous."

"As long as I know who these people are, then the rest will be easy to do."

He took a deep breath of smoke, then exhaled slowly, as if he could see the future through the smoke.

After a while, he turned his head and asked, "Thank you for being able to come; I am fine; besides this matter, is there anything else?"

Just after Lanse finished speaking, he thought of it, "I forgot, funds!"

He stood up holding his leg, walked to the safe, turned the main button, took out ten thousand dollars from inside, and packed it in a kraft paper bag.

"This money is very clean, the kind that isn't afraid of being checked."

The money in Lanse's hands now was actually very clean; those money "loaned" from the bank, except for what was given to the Chamber of Commerce, the rest was his.

With the bank's proof, this money that couldn't see the light could be confused in this loan.

Unless someone insisted on checking him hard, otherwise he would never be able to spend this loan, but it was limited to small-amount consumption.

If it was a large amount, there would still be a little trouble.

Ten thousand dollars; although William could also take it out, Lanse just placed it on the table so lightly, which still made him nervous for a while; after all, it was ten thousand dollars!

Lanse didn't care about his expression and asked casually, "How is Qiaobafu recently?"

William's attention turned back from the kraft paper bag, "He recently found a few campaign assistants, and there are people helping him find ways, so there has been some improvement."

Previously, Mr. Qiaobafu didn't think he had any competitors, so his "intent" was very high, and what he said were all big words.

It wasn't that he was lying; it meant his campaign strategy was some macro-level things, like gaining more employment opportunities for residents—

This kind of ghost talk might be believed by someone if said when running for mayor, but if these words were used in the matter of running for municipal councilor, then the one who believed it was a fool!

The Imperial District didn't have the foundation to build large factories, so they wouldn't recruit workers nearby here.

It wasn't just large factories; other factories or labor-intensive industries weren't suitable either, so what Mr. Qiaobafu said about increasing the employment rate was completely nonsense!

But now he had found some people to help him, and the campaign strategy was also set lower.

He promised to hold a free neighborhood clinic at least once a year, with specialized doctors to help the residents here check their bodies for free.

He also promised that for federal citizens who wanted to start a business, after selection, they would be given a small amount of low-interest startup loans.

He proposed some very concrete and practical campaign strategies, and the competitiveness suddenly stood out.

He himself was an Imperial immigrant and had great influence among the Imperial immigrant group; he was indeed easier to win than William.

Lanse listened to his description and kept shaking his head, "Still the politician's set; they are all some impractical things."

Although William was mentally prepared for Lanse being able to see the essence of these things, he still felt surprised!

"How do you see it?", he asked.

Lanse shrugged, "Free body checks have no meaning; three or five intern doctors come, checking six hours a day; how many people can be checked in a day?"

"Even if the activity lasts for three days, it's already a miracle to have three hundred people complete the check!"

"Like startup loans, he is originally in the banking business; even if it's low interest, it's still making money, nothing more than how much."

"Those people succeeded in starting a business; maybe he still wants to take away others' shares."

"If they fail to start a business, then he won't lose anything, because he will take away those people's collateral."

"No novelty, but things that can deceive the public, but...", Lanse looked at William, "I think you should have a way to deal with it; you don't look like someone without a way when you talk about these things!"

William laughed loudly twice, "Yes, just like you said, he likes to say these good-looking words, then I will lift him up high."

Lanse knew he definitely had a way, and he also held a positive opinion of his way.

This kind of campaign plan that likes to say pretty words is most afraid of someone being serious with you!

Just like "I'll treat next time"; if no one is serious, then this is a pretty word, but if someone asks when the next time is, where it is, and how to treat.

The person who said this sentence will become embarrassed.

Because once the time and place are determined, it means he has no way back and must fulfill the promise.

But if he doesn't say it, it's equivalent to telling everyone he is a liar!

Treat all people in the Imperial District to a body check?

Even if Qiaobafu is a banker, he can't bear this expenditure, even if all doctors are intern doctors.

This is a very targeted strategy; the more Mr. Qiaobafu wants to appear pretty and practical, the easier it is for him to suffer losses!

But this targeting also has a shortcoming, which is that in case Mr. Qiaobafu really goes all out, he finds a large number of doctors to make the activity big, so he can earn people's support.

However, Lanse doesn't worry about this point; he will find a way to make him unable to take out money at that time.

William came to chat with Lanse for a long time, mainly to see if Lanse was injured; as the two news items of the fierce gunfight and Lanse being attacked spread rapidly, more and more people knew about this matter.

At the same time, in the Pasleto manor, Paul looked at his nephew standing in front of him with some exhaustion, "Tell me, did you do it?"

Dover shook his head and said, "I said, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

His tone was very intense, just like he had suffered some huge grievance, and his tone was also mixed with anger and resistance, which made Paul doubt again whether he had made a mistake!

But he also had his own intelligence sources; he knew this matter had a direct relationship with Dover.

Asking Dover to give up his bar was also a decision of Paul's; there was more than one person in the family who had opinions about Christopher not making any contribution yet occupying a bar with super high profits.

It wasn't one person who had opinions; many people had opinions.

Some were of the younger generation, some were of the older generation; some of them had risked their lives for the family, but they couldn't enjoy such a good opportunity.

And a person who had never done anything for the family was controlling such a bar.

Every month, even after removing the fees handed over to the family, he could still have a large sum of money left, money enough to make many people jealous!

In the past, the Five Great Families had huge deterrent power; this deterrent power was not only external but also internal; although they would complain, they could only endure it.

Recently, under internal and external troubles, Paul felt that letting Dover continue to manage this bar was no longer appropriate; it was inviting disaster for him!

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So he just took advantage of this opportunity to transfer Dover's bar to Lanse, and then let Dover stay away from the whirlpool of public opinion.

Then he would compensate Dover with another business, letting him still make money easily but not in a high-profile way.

But what he didn't expect was that Dover was very dissatisfied with his arrangement.

If it weren't for the fact that Dover's father had blocked a few bullets for Paul, he wouldn't have indulged Dover so much.

The uncle and nephew sat and stood; Dover didn't have the slightest fear, but instead stared at Paul somewhat stubbornly.

His straight gaze made Paul feel uncomfortable, because the questioning, distrust, and a trace of something that could make people feel vigilant in the gaze were too piercing!

Dover wasn't afraid of him.

When Dover was a child, he didn't dare to look him in the eye, but now, they had been looking at each other for a long time.

Paul shook his head slightly, "I have my intelligence sources, Dover."

He didn't give Dover a chance to continue speaking and raised his hand, "There were some things I originally wanted to tell you later, but you made me feel too disappointed."

"You actually sold out our friend, just because he wanted to take away your bar?"

Dover had an impatient face, "Don't try to trick me into opening my mouth; I won't admit to things I haven't done!"

Perhaps in his view, as long as he bit down that he didn't know, this matter would stay away from him.

"Lanse is a very difficult young man; you provoked him, he will definitely find you, and then he will find trouble for you."

He was still in that appearance, "Do you have evidence?"

Paul shook his head slightly, "To us, is evidence important?"

This sentence made Dover freeze for a moment, but then he turned his head to one side and didn't say anything.

Paul had a headache; the matter actually couldn't stand being checked; those people Lanse and the others killed on the spot, as long as their identities were figured out, one could know whose people they were.

Then catch the leader of this group and force them to ask who instructed them to do it.

In the face of death, not many people can not surrender.

Perhaps those people whose beliefs are as firm as iron can do it, but people who hang out in gangs are very likely unable to do it.

Even if they know they will die if they say it, and die if they don't say it, they will still say everything for the sake of an illusory opportunity.

Paul had seen many such people; this time he believed it would be the same.

Thinking of this, he reached out and pressed the button on the table; in less than ten seconds, a few people pushed the door and entered, "Paul?"

The guy standing at the very front was wearing a very decent formal suit, his middle-parted hair was smeared with enough hair wax, sticking to his head like an opened book, parted from the middle on his head, sticking close to his scalp and even reflecting light!

He was another of Paul's brothers, counting as Dover's uncle.

"Lock him up; without my order, it is not allowed to let him out."

Dover looked at Paul in disbelief, "You want to lock me up for a Lanse, a small gang?"

Paul had a gloomy face, "I am doing this for your own good.", he said, looking at the middle-parted head, signaling them to take the person away now.

The middle-parted head walked to Dover's side, "Do you need me to invite you to go with us?"

Once he was carried out, his bad side would spread throughout the family; he snorted angrily and strode toward the outside.

Paul coughed, and the middle-parted head stayed in place somewhat confused, turning to look at him, "Anything else?"

He was a bit embarrassed, "Dover caused me trouble this time; hand over those few people around him, but don't let them say bad things about Dover, and those who have a relationship with this matter...", he nodded slowly downward, giving the middle-parted head a clear meaning, all must die!

The middle-parted head was also a bit puzzled; he went to close the door, then walked to the chair opposite Paul's desk and sat down, "Paul, I am not questioning your decision; I am just a bit curious, is it necessary to be so cautious?"

"Perhaps to those ordinary people, the Lanse family is indeed a bit powerful, but I believe even if he knows it was Dover who did it, does he dare to hurt Dover?"

"Are we being too careful?"

Paul shook his head; he appeared very exhausted; all the things that happened recently made him exhausted, "If it were in the past, I would talk to him, but now the situation is different."

"Two bastards betrayed us, and we still don't know how the mayor intends to deal with us; if we create another enemy, this is not a good thing for us."

"You saw that group of Lanse's people; under a sudden attack, they could still counterattack and kill more than ten people; if they were prepared, maybe they wouldn't have any casualties!"

"Have you seen anyone who carries submachine guns in their car when they go out for no reason?"

This sentence immediately made the middle-parted head silent; even for them, carrying one or two pistols at most was the most common configuration.

Occasionally putting one or two submachine guns in the motorcade was the limit.

But it is said that at the scene, at least ten submachine guns were firing, beating those attackers so they couldn't get close at all!

If you provoke such people, it really makes people feel a bit uneasy.

"And... now we don't have the energy to deal with them."

Paul still told the truth; he received intelligence that the Cassia family was transporting people here from Yalan.

This time they weren't doing the human trade; it is said that those brought over were militants.

They had already withdrawn from the "confrontation"; why did they still have to bring so many militants over at this time?

There must be something they didn't know here!

The situation on Sumuli Island was still continuing to deteriorate; the Four Great Families had already started to have friction, and the conflict was escalating.

Now many "old Sumuli people" were returning to Sumuli Island from the Federation, preparing for the war between the Four Great Families that might suddenly break out.

Paul's side was very short of manpower; most of those left here were Sumuli-born federal children, not Sumuli people in the true sense.

And they happened to be the generation that questioned authority...

Actually, in a sense, these young people were very similar to Lanse and the others; they didn't want to bow their heads to the so-called "authority" and always wanted to look up to see if those big figures high above were really high above and inviolable!

The middle-parted head was silent for a while; he nodded, "Sometimes you don't need to hide things in your own heart; you can say it, and we will face it together."

Paul smiled, "It's enough for me to worry about things alone; perhaps everything isn't developing as fast and as badly as we imagined!"

After Dover was locked in, his most capable friends, who were also family members, were all summoned to the manor.

They sat in a room, saying Paul was going to see them later; Dover was also there; they didn't suspect anything.

A few young people sat and chatted about the situation in New Jincheng recently, chatted about Lanse being attacked, and chatted about many things.

Their words were filled with dissatisfaction with the family and some of Paul's decisions.

Anyone who was doing well in a position that was fat with oil, and was suddenly transferred away, couldn't possibly be happy.

Soon the middle-parted head appeared outside the door, "Mr. Paul is in the back garden; you can go over."

A few people had been to the manor; while thanking him, they walked toward the back garden with the middle-parted head.

When they arrived at the back garden, they didn't see Paul or Dover here.

When someone asked the middle-parted head, the middle-parted head smiled and let them walk forward a bit more; Paul and Dover would be there soon.

Under his urging, these young people walked toward the depths of the garden again and again; when they walked to a place with dense grass and trees, several gunmen suddenly walked out of the house; they held submachine guns in their hands and pulled the triggers in the young people's disbelieving gazes! ===== CHAPTER 294 =====