Chapter 372: 373. Chapter 369: Counter-kill, Complaints, and Agreement

373. Chapter 369: Counter-kill, Complaints, and Agreement

When you treat someone unconditionally well, but get back a result you can't imagine, the first thing you think of is often "why is it like this."

Curiosity is expressed faster and more strongly than anger or hatred!

He looked at Duofu, his expression a bit strange, just like those defendants standing in the dock waiting to be sentenced. He wanted to know not just the result, but why it was like this.

"From the time you were a child, I have always been very good to you, no matter what they said..."

"I have been trying my best to make up for everything you lost. Do you remember?"

"I even attended several parent-teacher meetings for you!"

For a period of time, Paul really treated Duofu as his own child. His father died for him, so he had the obligation to take care of Duofu.

It was just that after Duofu's mother died, the problems between them not only didn't get eased or closer, but the gap became even larger.

Paul actually knew some reasons, because of Duofu's mother's death.

Duofu's mother's death was the only direction she found in her mental exhaustion and torture.

Her husband died, and then Paul was so good to Duofu, as if he were competing with her for her child, and she couldn't resist this process.

In the end, she chose death to tell Duofu that Paul wasn't his father and couldn't become his father.

Things that use life as a price are often things that people can't ignore, just like the extreme anger of ordinary people, like the pencil gradually clenched in the hand of a bullied child, and also like... revolution!

Of course, the death of a woman isn't a revolution and won't bring any heavy and unavoidable topics to this world, but she influenced a young child, influenced his present, and his future.

Duofu looked at Paul. He didn't know what to say, just looked, a bit dazed.

Paul had been waiting for his answer. Duofu blinked, coming back to his senses from his scattered thoughts, "They said... if it wasn't for him being stupid enough to block a bullet for you..."

Paul looked at him, "I've heard it. They said if it wasn't for my father blocking a bullet for me, maybe he would have had a chance to sit in my current position."

"But, Duofu, tell me, do you believe it?"

"The inheritance of the Pasleto family has always had rules. Look at Muller; he also has the surname Pasleto. He didn't block a bullet for me, but did he become me, or replace me?"

"No, he didn't. Even if your father hadn't blocked that bullet, even if I had died, the position of head of the family wouldn't have been your father's turn."

Paul looked at him, mercilessly tearing apart the beautiful dream woven for him by Duofu himself and his friends—those people with ulterior motives.

Duofu looked at Paul, looking straight at him, "Why... didn't you say so before?"

Paul looked at him like he was looking at a fool, "Do you think I need to clarify such rumors?"

"And then how do I clarify?"

"I walk up to you, and then put my arm around your shoulder and tell you, 'Hey, your father was just one of my subordinates, and his living would only make your life worse than it is now'?"

"After you lost your father and mother?"

"Duofu, I am grateful for everything your father did for me, so I will protect you as much as possible and give you better conditions. I didn't even have any rebuttal to these rumors."

"I hope your father's heroic deeds can let you have a better growth environment, but what I didn't expect is that you are actually entangled in the relationship between your father and me?"

He revealed a very regretful and disappointed expression, "If this is the reason for your betrayal of the family, Duofu, you make me very disappointed!"

Paul took a deep breath and didn't speak. Duofu suddenly felt a sense of fear. He keenly perceived that Paul's attitude was changing.

He understood Paul. Although Paul was a good person many times, when he made up his mind, he would become another person, just like that dog!

Paul used to raise a dog, a hunting dog. He liked that dog very much, black and shiny, and very loyal to him.

Once Duofu secretly ran over, wanting to lead the dog out. He wanted to... show off in front of other children.

After all, such a big and beautiful dog was rare, but what he didn't expect was that the dog, which was docile in front of Paul, revealed its fangs in front of him.

He was bitten. After Paul found out, he rushed over. He comforted Duofu for a while, then hugged the dog.

At first, he didn't understand why he was bitten, but Paul went over to hug the dog.

Until two minutes later, Paul took out his gun and, in front of him, killed the dog.

Paul's eyes and demeanor at that time made him afraid!

Until today, he couldn't forget that moment—Paul holding the gun, pressing it against the dog's skull, and saying "I'm sorry" before pulling the trigger!

The Paul of that moment seemed to have appeared again!

Duofu knelt on the ground with a thud. He didn't want to die, "It was them, it was all them who bewitched me. They said my father should have been the head of the Pasleto family, and I am the young head of the family."

"Uncle Paul...", he knelt on the ground and crawled to Paul's leg, hugging his leg, trying to obtain Paul's forgiveness through such a way of begging for mercy.

Paul hugged his shoulder, his eyes very gentle, but behind the gentleness was a trace of pain and determination.

He really treated Duofu as his own child and raised him, and gave him everything he could!

But now, he had to make a choice.

Duofu was his relative, but he had more relatives. He couldn't give up the others for Duofu.

He reached out and rubbed Duofu's head, pressing his shoulder with force, his eyes becoming a bit painful, and then took out the pistol, "I'm sorry..."

However, the next second, he suddenly widened his eyes, because Duofu had actually grabbed his pistol at some point!

The gazes of the two became sharp after a brief look at each other. In a moment of being caught off guard, Duofu grabbed the pistol with force, so much so that the pistol was actually snatched away by him!

Right at this moment, his finger fired a shot when it left the pistol.

But the next second, the weapon fell into Duofu's hands. He took a step back, and didn't even give Paul more chance to speak, directly pulling the trigger!

Outside the door, under the gaze of Muller, the people in the room didn't dare to speak, sitting there awkwardly and uncomfortably.

Muller and Paul were of the same generation, and could be considered their uncle. Some of the lower-generation ones were even Muller's grandsons.

When such an "elder" stood here staring at them with unkind eyes, and these people were mostly people who were hated by others, they would become very uncomfortable.

It was as if their whole bodies were covered in thorns and hair, itchy and unable to scratch, and their whole bodies were uncomfortable.

They were still discussing in low voices why Paul suddenly came to find Duofu, and whether he was going to give Duofu some mission, when suddenly gunshots rang out in the room.

First one sound, then several sounds in a row. Everyone stood up, looking at the door in horror and disbelief. Muller, who was in front of the door, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at them, "Sit back!"

No matter how stupid they were, they all knew what had happened. Paul actually wanted to kill Duofu!

These people slowly sat back down, one by one with flushed faces and racing heartbeats. They began to fear, began to be uneasy.

Two minutes later, the door opened. Muller's gaze was still fixed on these people. He was afraid that these people would do some small movements when he turned his head back.

Although he didn't think they had such ability, the situation was special now, so he should be careful when he should be careful.

Then he discovered the surprised expressions on the faces of those waste people, and also saw their shocked expressions. Just when Muller had a bad premonition, something cold pressed against his head.

At this moment, his brain was blank!

Paul died?

He didn't care about the threat at all and turned around. Before he even had time to see who was behind him, the gunshot rang out.

He felt as if something had hit his brain hard, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

In the rapidly dimming look, he saw Duofu's shadow stepping over his body.

"Duofu?!"

Duofu's hand was still trembling. That ivory-handled pistol, said to be from Paul's grandfather, was held in his hand. Until this moment, he hadn't recovered from the shock of killing Paul!

Paul wanted to kill him, so he had to counterattack!

Just like he didn't expect Paul really wanted to kill him, Paul also didn't expect that he not only dared to fight back, but also dared to kill him!

At this time, Duofu put the weapon into his pocket. His two hands were pinching and gripping each other, wanting to calm himself down!

He looked at these people, "He wanted to kill me... I didn't agree."

"Haven't you always said... if I want to be the head of the family, you will support me?"

"Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise!"

Alberto was very depressed now.

Everyone in the company looked unhappy. After he sat in the chair and lost his temper for a while, he called Lansi, "Free?"

"Drink with me."

More than ten minutes later, Alberto came to Lansi's office. Lansi took out a wine bottle and poured him a glass of wine.

Alberto looked at the gold-stamped lion on the wine bottle, a bit curious, "I've heard of this wine. Where did you get it?"

Lansi shook his head, "I always have my ways. You are here to drink, not to stock up."

He poured a glass of wine for Alberto, then picked up the glass and clinked it with him, "Did you encounter any trouble?"

Alberto took a big gulp and said somewhat depressed, "Duofu betrayed the family's intelligence, and we suffered heavy losses."

"This bitch-raised dog is like a wild dog that can't be tamed. We should really kill him!"

"But even so, Paul is still protecting him!" He didn't wait for Lansi to raise his glass, and took another big gulp himself, then picked up the wine bottle and began to pour for himself again.

There were ice cubes in the glass, big ice cubes.

The wine would first fall on the ice cubes, then flow along the ice cubes to the bottom of the glass. In this process, it would be cooled down to a degree that wouldn't make people feel spicy.

The advantage of doing this is that the strong liquor won't be so uncomfortable to drink, and even women can drink it without obstacles.

But the disadvantage is that it's easy to drink too much.

Alberto cursed "Fuck," and then hammered the table with force, "The Howard brothers are dead, and several other good people were killed, but now Paul is still planning to protect him!"

"If he really protects Duofu, I'm not doing it anymore!"

Lansi walked to his side, pressed his shoulder, and took a small sip of wine, "Why don't you consider killing him directly?"

"Kill who?", Alberto, who had just taken a drink, suddenly put down the glass and asked, "Duofu?"

"Uh-huh, maybe Paul isn't very convenient to do it?"

Alberto opened the cigarette case on the table, took a cigarette, and lit it for himself, "Continue."

Lansi sat in the chair beside him, "Look, Duofu's father died to protect Paul, so no matter what, Paul must ensure Duofu's life, even if he doesn't want to do so!"

"Otherwise, others will say, Duofu's father died for him, and he killed Duofu. The whole family died because of him. It's hard for him to do!"

"But if someone other than him takes action, wouldn't everything be a bit better?"

Alberto's eyes began to shine, "This is a good idea!"

He thought about the possibility of the matter, "I was right to come to you for a drink, Lansi. You are someone who knows how to solve problems."

He was silent for a while, and soon had a headache again. This matter needed someone to take action, but not him personally!

Alberto was very distressed and said a lot to Lansi, complaining, regretting, and blaming. He also drank a lot of wine and finally fell drunk in his office.

He called Fudisi, and soon Fudisi drove over.

He saw Alberto, who was drunk on the sofa, walked to Lansi, and gave him a hug, "Thank you for letting him drink so much."

Lansi smiled and patted his back, "Doesn't sound like a good word, Fudisi."

Fudisi couldn't help but laugh twice, "He has been very distressed these days. Being able to sleep for a while is actually quite good for him."

"Give me a hand!"

Lansi helped him support Alberto and then stuffed him into the car.

Interestingly, he got stuck in the back seat of the car. Pushing him didn't work, so Lansi stepped on his butt and pushed him in with force, leaving a clear footprint on his butt.

"When he wakes up, tell him he was kicked back by me!"

Fudisi nodded, "No problem, I will definitely tell him." He hugged Lansi again, "Be careful, it's been very bad recently!"

Being betrayed made everyone feel very hurt, and their will became depressed, and some even talked about the idea of not continuing to serve the Pasleto family.

They were just distant relatives, not direct descendants of the Pasleto family. Having suffered such huge losses, even if they left the family, no one could say anything.

If Paul still protected Duofu this time, they would quit!

Lansi watched the car leave. When he turned his head, Aierwen was standing by the door, pointing to the room, "There is a call from Williams."

Lansi looked at the departing car, stood for a while, and then turned and walked into the room.

He sat in the chair and picked up the receiver, "Congressman Williams?"

"I have talked to some of my old friends. If you can make things very big, they will intervene directly."

"However, there is a premise here."

Lansi leaned back in the chair and asked, "What?"

A slight crackling sound came from the receiver; that was the sound of Congressman Williams smoking his pipe, "They also have some requirements."

Lansi pursed his lips, "Say it and let me hear. Maybe I can just solve their small problems."

Congressman Williams laughed "hehe" twice, "This is very easy for you, Lansi."

"Jincheng must ensure it is under the control of the Socialist Party. This city is too important. You must stand on our side!"

Lansi considered for a while, "Am I suitable to join the Socialist Party?"

Congressman Williams also couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So funny, Lansi, your sense of humor is full!"

A gang leader joining the Socialist Party?

If he really did this, and the Socialist Party accepted him, then tomorrow this would be the front-page headline of the whole world tomorrow!

The Socialist Party started to harbor filth!

So they couldn't possibly agree. Even if Lansi himself took the initiative to request it, the Socialist Party wouldn't allow him to join the Socialist Party and pollute the Socialist Party's reputation.

To Congressman Williams, this was just a funny joke!

"I will run for mayor of Jincheng subsequently. You must support me with your people. Besides that, you must also support the subsequent mayor, if they are Socialists!"

"Besides that, you also need to prove to the people above that you stand on our side, do you know?"

"Your sincerity!"

"Sometimes, they will also have some work for you to do!"

"If you can agree to these three things, they will take the initiative to intervene."

Lansi pondered for a while. The first thing was political support, clearly supporting the Socialist Party. This had nothing to do with whether he himself was a member of the Socialist Party.

He could agree.

The second point also didn't have any big problems. It was just interest transfer. Everyone was doing it. It wasn't that he wasn't willing to give money to Congress; it was that he didn't have this channel.

So now that Congress was willing to accept his money, he was too happy to be able to, so how could he oppose it?

What made him feel a bit hesitant was the third point. He didn't oppose doing dirty work, but doing dirty work for Congress was a bit not so good.

Who knew if they would give him some sensitive dirty work, and then send someone to make him keep it secret? That would be equivalent to forcing him to stand on the opposite side of those big shots in Congress.

The long silence made Congressman Williams a bit nervous, "What are you worried about?"

Lansi said truthfully, "I don't want to be toilet paper, used and then thrown away."

Congressman Williams felt a bit... not understanding. How honorable was it to do dirty work for the big shots in Congress?

Even if given the chance, he would be willing to take on this job.

This meant he could grasp some deeper secrets of the senators. Although things have two sides, one shouldn't always look at the bad ones; one could also look at the good ones.

The benefit was that he had a channel directly to Congress. Perhaps this channel wasn't very stable, but at least he had it.

"Lansi..."

Lansi didn't give him a chance to continue, "I can give a bit more money, but I don't want to do dirty work."

Congressman Williams considered it. He thought those big shots would agree, "Fine, you can act according to your thoughts now..."

Two minutes later, Lansi walked out of the office with big strides. He pointed at some people casually, "Get in the car, we're going to the docks."

Aierwen trotted to follow, "Negotiated?"

Lansi nodded, "Negotiated. As long as it's noisy enough, there won't be any problems!"

"How do you plan to make it noisy?", Aierwen was very curious.

The two walked out of the door. He ran two steps and opened the car door for Lansi.

Lansi stood by the car door and turned to look at him, "Do you know what there is the most of on the docks?"

Aierwen shook his head, "What I say definitely isn't the same thing as what you think."

Lansi sat in the car, "Money!" ===== CHAPTER 373 =====