Chapter 361: 362. Chapter 358: Self-Preservation 66612

362. Chapter 358: Self-Preservation 66612

Watching Dover's pale face, Alberto shook his head and walked toward Paul.

Dover had always been well protected by Paul. In fact, sometimes he would doubt if it was as people rumored.

In order to establish some positive image for himself, Paul took special care of Christopher.

That kind of enviable indulgence made many people willing to sell their lives for Paul!

Selling their lives for him at least guarantees their families. If they also had a child, if their child could have such a future because they blocked a bullet for Paul, they would also stand out at a critical moment and block that bullet for him!

But turning back to think about it, if he could really do these things, whether it was true or false, did it still matter?

So many pairs of eyes were watching. What made him feel a bit unhappy was that Paul was so good to Dover, he didn't even want to say a perfunctory word.

He shook his head and walked to Paul's side. Paul also saw the scene just now. He patted Alberto's arm and began to arrange the next work.

From the information gathered, Dover's body was trembling slightly. He had never experienced such a battle!

Since he was sensible, someone had protected his safety.

When he grew up a bit, he often followed Paul. No one would disrespect him, and no one would bully or hurt him.

Everyone knew that Paul was very good to him, and offending him was equivalent to offending Paul.

Especially during the peak period of the five major families, even those who dared to have bad ideas about Paul were not willing to toss Dover casually.

For one thing, in the choice that could affect the future of the family, Paul would definitely abandon Dover and then kill those people to avenge him, so kidnapping him to deal with Paul and forcing Paul didn't have much meaning.

Although Paul was very good to him, everyone knew that Paul couldn't give up his life or harm the family's interests for Dover.

Secondly, he actually didn't have much practical value. He didn't contact the core affairs of the family and didn't know that high-level information.

Whenever discussing things with the family core, Paul would ask him to leave first.

When he was a child, he was given a few dollars to go out and play. When he was older, he was told directly that he had to go out and do something.

Perhaps this is also one of the reasons why Dover hesitated among the choices provided by Owen. Although he was well protected by Paul, he was never allowed to truly enter the core circle of the family.

If before, he was still hesitating, still feeling that Owen's rhetoric was a kind of intimidation, that the great Pasleto family would perish, which was something that made him feel funny!

Then at this moment, he didn't feel that way.

When the explosion happened, he was actually in the front yard. The shock wave generated by the explosion directly caused him to fall heavily to the ground, and a cabinet in a corridor pressed on him.

Although it didn't cause him serious injury, it caused him great psychological shadow.

Especially when he went to the collapsed places and was pulled to save people.

Looking at the corpses and stones moved out of the ruins, and people being pressed into meat mud by the heavy collapsed building!

He vomited, and vomited more than once. Paul let him go back to the back, so as not to affect everyone's mood.

Those who died were family members, and everyone had a hatred hidden in their hearts, but he was vomiting on the side. This was too fucking affecting morale.

It was also because of this scene that Dover began to truly think about what Owen said. Could Paul hold on?

He walked in the corridor somewhat numbly. There were some hurried people around him. The eyes these people looked at him were not very friendly.

Most people looked at him as if they didn't see him, glancing and skipping, while some showed disgusted expressions.

He returned to his room, sat in a chair, and looked at the sunset outside the window.

The fiery red sunset glow fell on the clouds, making the red layers red, looking like fire, but this fire was not hot, nor was it enthusiastic.

It was not like the morning glow of Qingcheng, golden and brilliant, giving people a feeling of tenacious vitality.

The red of the sunset glow gave people a feeling of being about to go out. It wouldn't be bright for long!

If the family is really gone, what should he do?

He was a bit at a loss. He had his own villa and bought many luxury cars. All his happy life was built on the fact that his uncle was called Paul!

Losing Paul, he is nothing.

He knew that he couldn't keep that wealth.

As Paul's nephew, he knew very well the cruelty of the five major families, or the underground world.

He didn't have the power to possess that wealth. He was not a socialite or a politician, nor was he an actual leader or head of a gang.

He didn't have the power to make people afraid to move forward when facing such a considerable sum of wealth. He couldn't protect that wealth and would cause trouble because of it.

Losing Paul, he would not only have nothing, but people he had offended before would all come to find his trouble.

He held his head and groaned in pain. This was not the life he wanted, nor was it the future he yearned for!

His hand, as if disobedient, slowly pressed on the phone. A devil in his heart told him that calling Owen now was the most correct choice.

He must preserve himself, preserve the Pasleto family, must... let everything continue!

The thought struggled intensely, the fear and unease about the future, and finally he picked up the phone and dialed Owen's number.

Owen was processing some documents. In fact, the mayor had already woken up, but not many people knew.

Now that he, the mayor's secretary, was temporarily processing some documents on behalf of the mayor, it seemed very reasonable.

The state government was also at a loss about these situations. After discussion, they had already been able to send a team over.

Although Owen's time in "governing" would not be long, he had already felt the joy of the mayor in this position! His signature could determine whether a political order was executed, which would change the work, life, and destiny of many people!

He didn't feel this strongly when power was in the hands of the mayor before, but now, he felt it.

"This is the mayor's office." He tilted his head and propped the receiver with his shoulder, his eyes still falling on the documents in front of him.

There was no sound in the receiver, but the sound of breathing could be heard vaguely. "If you don't speak, I will hang up."

After waiting for about ten seconds, Owen put down his work, took the phone, and said.

"It's me, Christopher..."

"Dover?" Owen leaned on the chair and moved his arms. "Thought it through?"

Dover responded. "What should I do to keep the family?"

Owen rubbed his wrists. "If you want to keep the family, first you have to become a person of weight in the Pasleto family."

"But you, I, we all know very well that as long as Paul is alive, and his brothers are alive, this role will never be your turn."

"Dover, in fact, sometimes I think choosing to cooperate with you is a wrong decision. You are the one who has the least possibility among everyone."

"But you are a bit smarter than them. At least you can see the future development and changes."

He was silent for a while. "I want you to solve Paul and several core figures. I will give you a group of people to help you control the Pasleto family."

"Then you pledge allegiance to the mayor and me, and the Pasleto family can continue to exist."

"Time is running out, Dover. Now what you are facing and encountering are just appetizers."

After the intense explosion case was passed to the state government, they would not consider using peaceful means to solve the current problems in New Jincheng.

There was a big explosion, plus the mayor had already arranged for some people to sabotage inside the city, and the fighting between gangs was so frequent, it was inevitable that the state government would take the initiative to send militia.

At that time, the mayor would say who to kill, and the militia would kill whoever. All forces in the city that did not stand on his side would be purged.

Strictly speaking, he didn't lie!

Leaving the Pasleto family, or leaving a puppet, the purpose is actually very simple, because he and the mayor will eventually leave here.

They need to leave some things to continue to control this city. Even if they can't decide to control, they must control a part to the greatest extent, so that they can have the capital to sit at the negotiating table with others in the future!

These are the backhands.

Whether it is the Cassia family, the Koda family, or the Pasleto family headed by Dover in his plan, these are his backhands.

They master the power to destroy these families in an instant, and they must serve them.

Dover on the other end of the phone didn't know so many things. He only knew that he had to make a choice.

"I... agree."

The secretary laughed with satisfaction. "A very correct choice, Dover. Although your brain is not smart, you have a talent for multiple-choice questions, just like your father."

This sentence is actually full of irony, but Dover pretended not to hear it.

His father chose to be a hero, and he chose to be a traitor.

Everything is to survive.

"You go outside first, I will arrange for someone to contact you, and then you don't have to do anything, they will find a way to solve Paul."

"What you have to do is to bring people in."

After saying these things, he asked Dover to leave the manor first, go to a bar or his own villa, and then hung up the phone.

Then he picked it up and called Rick (the head of the Cassia family).

"Dover agreed to my plan, you look at arranging it."

"It's best to make it lively. I like today's explosion very much!"

Rick's voice was a bit hoarse. "Has anyone told you that you are a bastard just like him?"

The secretary didn't care about Rick's words at all. This kind of person who is obedient but obviously not polite to himself, he will soon replace him.

"Even if I am a bastard, you are licking my boots, Rick."

"Don't do things that make the mayor and me unhappy, do what you should do!"

"I am waiting for your good news!" ===== CHAPTER 362 =====