Chapter 404: 406. Chapter 400 Who Am I to You

406. Chapter 400 Who Am I to You

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Alberto drove over to pick up Lans, and the two hugged after meeting.

"You look... much more steady."

Alberto used to wear clothes that were more inclined to be dashing, pursuing the trendy style. You could see colorful pocket squares in his chest pocket.

You could also see him wearing a tie with various colored dots, and then matching it with a not-so-serious tie clip.

He is not young, thirty-something, but he still lacks steadiness like a young man.

This is actually one of his charms. He always maintains a young heart. This mentality is very good, and it is something many people want but cannot get.

But now, he is wearing steady-colored clothes, the common sword collar has also been changed to a flat collar, and a dark coffee-colored tie and a dark blue sapphire tie clip make him look very steady.

He even wears a pocket watch!

You know, only old antiques will wear pocket watches, and real young people like to wear wristwatches.

If they can't afford a wristwatch, they would rather not wear one than wear a pocket watch.

But Alberto is wearing a pocket watch at this time, and the watch chain also appears inside his open collar.

He knows that this outfit of his will definitely make Lans feel something different. He showed some smiles helplessly.

These helpless smiles made him overlap with the image of Alberto in Lans's memory.

"Very troublesome, Lans."

"I have to take good care of Cisco, so I must not be as unconstrained as a child. This is the price of this matter!"

He opened his arms. "Looks like an old man who is about to be buried!"

Lans didn't quite understand. "Actually, I think you can appropriately restore some of your personality."

Alberto shook his head. "That way they have a reason to let me not get close to Cisco!"

He paused. "Fortunately, there is you, otherwise I might have already run away with Cisco."

"Is it that serious?"

Lans got into the car, and Alberto got into the car from the other side. "Yes, Paul didn't leave any last words before he left us."

"None of us believe it, and none of us thought that he would leave us in his prime, so as long as Cisco gives up inheriting the family."

"Then almost everyone in the family has a chance to become the next head of the family. Do you know how tempting this is to them?"

"Cisco is too young. If he were ten years older, the problem wouldn't be so tricky!"

The motorcade started slowly, and Lans's people also drove behind.

"Our main opponents now are Paul's cousin, Zakaro, and his uncle Vittorio..."

"Interrupt for a second!", Lans asked, "Are this Zakaro and this Vittorio from the same family?"

Alberto shook his head. "No, they are not from the same family, they are still competitors. If Cisco can't handle it."

"Pasreto is not a very small family, it is normal for them to have many people."

"These two people have now made it clear that they intend to compete for the position of head of the family. Others are actually our competitors, but their attitudes are slightly milder, just 'slightly'."

When Lans heard this, he had a headache. "Sounds very difficult to deal with, should we find a way to kill them?"

Alberto obviously also considered this possibility. "Now everyone is very low-key and careful, and once this is done, they have a reason to refuse Cisco to inherit the family."

"Unless we kill all the opponents, but if we really do this, it's better to just shake them off and establish a new gang!"

Lans decided not to ask any more questions. "Okay, I haven't experienced these, I'll listen to you."

Along the way, the motorcade arrived at the Sumuli District smoothly and arrived at the Pasreto family manor.

A part of the house that was blown down has been cleared out, and some workers are doing their best to repair and rebuild this part.

Some things that were damaged in the battle have been replaced with new ones, including those gardening and land.

If you don't look at the house that was blown down, you can hardly see that there had been intense crossfire here.

Along the way, many people's eyes were focused on Alberto and Lans. Alberto didn't have the surname Pasreto, he was just a distant relative of the Pasreto family, but now he started to interfere in the internal affairs of the Pasreto family. Not everyone likes him, especially for those who might become the next head of the family.

So these people, including their subordinates, looked at Alberto with very unfriendly eyes, just like looking at a pile of shit.

Of course, now it's two piles.

"Your relatives don't seem to welcome you.", Lans teased.

He didn't take these malicious gazes to heart at all. If gazes could affect him, he would have been brought to justice long ago.

Alberto's mood was originally quite heavy and serious, but it was destroyed by Lans's sentence.

"That's because my appearance made them feel that things were beyond their expectations. You will never feel grateful to someone who destroys your plan!"

Lans thought for a while. "What you said makes so much sense!"

The two smiled at each other and came to the house further back.

This is where Francisco lives, and Paul's wife.

When seeing Alberto walk in, Francisco immediately got up and showed a relaxed smile, and his mother also obviously relaxed.

It can be imagined that her husband had just died, and then those relatives in the family who used to be gentle and smiling suddenly revealed their true colors that had never been exposed before.

Not to mention whether it's disgusting or not, just being scary is already very disturbing!

Because the one who wants to hurt them is not an enemy!

If it were an enemy, then this would be a battle concerning glory!

But those people are their relatives!

This way Francisco didn't even have anyone he could rely on.

His uncles and aunts didn't treat him with much affection, far less than the affection between their own brothers and sisters, so Francisco's days were indeed not very good.

The most critical thing is that Muller also died. If this family butler hadn't died, maybe the situation wouldn't have developed to what it is now.

Although Muller was just a butler, he also had a high status and prestige in the family, and he also belonged to a high status among the brothers and sisters.

Unfortunately, both of them died.

"Uncle Alberto!", the little guy's tone was full of intimacy. He looked at Lans again and very skillfully shouted the address "Uncle Lans."

In fact, Lans was only four years older than him, but from the comparison of the power they held in their own hands now, Lans could indeed be called his uncle, even grandfather is not an exaggeration.

Francisco's mother also noticed Lans. She took the initiative to greet Lans. She knew that whether she and her son could live a healthy, happy, and safe life in the future all depended on these two people.

"Very happy to see you again, Cisco, can I call you that?"

Francisco nodded repeatedly. "Of course, Uncle Lans."

Lans took out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you want one?"

Francisco looked at his mother, then lowered his voice a bit. "You can give it to me when she can't see."

Lans gave it to him directly. "You are already a man!", he paused. "Looks like you've walked out of sadness."

He took out matches, struck them, lit one for himself, and also let Francisco light it.

The lady saw this scene from the side and originally wanted to say something, but finally said nothing.

Alberto walked over and walked to the side with her. "Cisco is too young, let him have some mature-looking actions, including drinking."

"Smoking, drinking, including dressing, the more mature he looks, the better it is for him to regain control of family power. Don't restrict his needs in this regard."

Paul's wife nodded. "I know."

"What about the meeting this afternoon?"

Alberto also lit a cigarette. "Lans and I will deal with it. Maybe I alone don't count for much to them, but with Lans, they must consider whether they have the ability to face the two of us directly."

Paul's wife was a bit worried. "I don't know how to thank him. He paid so much. If we don't do anything, it will make people feel that we have no upbringing!"

Lans glanced at Lans who was communicating with Francisco again. He showed a smile. "You don't need to consider these problems for the time being, and he won't be greedy for anything, because he is my good brother!"

Good brother Lans is talking to Francisco about some things in the family.

"... They are all waiting to see my joke, I know this."

"But I won't admit defeat, unless they can beat me down!"

He flicked the ash not so skillfully. "Can I ask a more private question?"

Lans nodded. "Of course you can."

He asked with curiosity and full of desire for exploration. "Have you killed anyone?"

Lans nodded. "Yes."

Francisco's tone was slightly palpitating. "Can you tell me, what does it feel like to kill someone?"

"They don't talk to me about this problem."

The "they" here naturally refers to his mother, as well as Alberto.

This is actually a kind of protection, but Lans feels that in this situation, protection will only bring effects that people don't want to see.

He thought for a while and used his own language to describe the feeling of killing someone.

"You might be afraid, but you will also be excited."

"Fear is because you will find that human life is very fragile."

"A dagger, a pistol, a little poisonous poison, or even a tie!"

"They can easily take away a person's life. At the same time, we ourselves, we are humans, we will also be injured, and we will also die."

"When you kill someone else, you will be afraid that others will use similar or other methods to take away your life."

"But you will also feel a very special feeling. Depriving others of their lives was originally God's work, but now, you have replaced God!"

"You can decide whether others live or die. Such power will also make you full of excitement, because at that moment, you will feel that you can compare with the gods!"

These words made Francisco's face blush with excitement. He secretly glanced at his mother and lowered his voice. "But she feels that I shouldn't touch this, when some people want to kill me!"

Lans looked at him more. He could understand that someone wanted to kill him now, which meant he wasn't too stupid.

"Do you have your own pistol?", Lans asked.

Francisco shook his head. "No, she doesn't let me play, saying she is afraid of accidental discharge, or accidentally hurting myself."

Hearing these words really makes people feel funny. The son of a gang leader is educated "don't play with weapons, so as not to hurt yourself," and is even required by his mother not to talk about some violent things.

Is this planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam or go into politics in the future?

Lans lowered his voice a bit. "Next time I come, I'll bring you some weapons. What weapons do you like?"

The two were chatting, and suddenly the room door was knocked. Someone outside said, "Everyone is here, just waiting for you."

Lans and Alberto ended the conversation. Paul's wife was not suitable for such an occasion. She looked at Lans and Alberto with pleading eyes and said solemnly, "Please!"

As Paul's wife, she didn't say any stupid words like "don't fight" at this time. They actually had no way out the moment Paul died!

Whether it was Francisco's uncles and grandfathers, or aunts or other family members, they wouldn't allow Francisco to move freely in the outside world.

Either he would die in an accident later, or he would be under house arrest at home. There is no third way besides this.

So she directly entrusted Alberto to help Francisco.

"We will do our best!", Alberto buttoned his clothes again. He beckoned to Francisco, and the three pushed the door open and walked toward the conference room together.

There are several conference rooms in the manor, because there are many people in the family, and many people live here. Usually, they need to solve many things, so there are many conference rooms.

When the three passed through the long corridor and came to the conference room, those "relatives" sitting at the table were too lazy to even do the most basic perfunctory. One by one, they were either pretending not to see, or doing their own things.

Lans couldn't help but glance at Alberto. It was not an easy thing for him to persist until now in such an environment.

"Humph...", someone snorted coldly. "To wait for all of us to arrive before coming, Cisco, these are your uncles and grandfather generation, is this how Alberto taught you to respect your elders?"

"Oh, maybe they were delayed by something else?", someone else started to smooth things over strangely. "After all, Cisco doesn't know anything about family affairs, and he hasn't been in contact with them before. It's normal for him to worry that he can't handle it."

"I remember Cisco was still studying. I talked to Paul before, and he also believed that if the family wants not to decline, it must have a leader who has received higher education."

"What you should do most now is to study hard. Leave the family affairs to us to handle. After you graduate from university, we will put it back into your hands."

They were all using various methods to influence Francisco. Clearly, they should be relatively close relatives, but no one really considered him.

Those who didn't speak were actually not good things either. If they were really on Francisco's side, then they must clearly oppose these people at this time.

But they didn't do anything, just sat there quietly, ignoring the occurrence of all this. This itself is an attitude!

"Enough!", Alberto slapped the table hard, which startled Francisco.

The room suddenly became quiet, but only for a while.

A middle-aged man who looked three or four points similar to Paul said with an unclear smile on his face, "Alberto, pay attention to your attitude."

"Strictly speaking, you are actually just a servant of the family, yet you are slapping the table at your masters on such a sacred occasion?"

The person who said this was Kazaro. His sideburns were very long and he used hair wax, which looked slightly strange.

Seeing Paul's face, and now seeing Zakaro's face, there would be an inexplicable sense of disharmony.

Francisco, who was able to talk and laugh with Lans in the room, became silent after coming here.

Maybe he was afraid, maybe he didn't know what to say.

An old man who was already a bit bald sitting on the other side looked at Lans. "Who is this?"

"How can anything come to this table?"

Francisco turned back to look at Lans. Lans's hand pressed on his shoulder. "My name is Lans, Lans White."

He said, dragged a chair from the side, placed it beside Francisco, and sat down.

He crossed his legs, tapped the table twice, and then pointed at the old man. "Not only can I be at the table, but I can also sit on equal footing with you!"

Those uncles, aunts, and grandfathers of Francisco around were shouting, "This is the internal affair of the Pasreto family, you have no reason to interfere as an outsider!"

Some people were even shouting to call people to drive Lans out; he didn't belong here.

But they didn't call anyone, and Lans wasn't scared by them.

"Do you know?"

"Seeing you bullying a child, I feel a bit disgusted!"

"Paul helped me, Francisco calls me uncle, he encountered trouble, so I have to help him!"

Kazaro's face became very ugly. The stronger Francisco's side was, the further away they were from their dreams.

"How come I don't know Francisco has an uncle like you?"

Lans sneered. He looked at Francisco. "Tell these idiots, who am I to you!" ===== CHAPTER 405 =====