Chapter 433

435. Chapter 429: Hallelujah 66610

Vittorio felt that the culprit leading to all this was Alberto.

If he didn't interfere, Paul didn't leave any "direct troops" for Francisco, or rather, the whole family was his "direct troops".

A gang is not a church, and even if it were a church, not everything would be solved through peaceful discussion.

They also use punitive means to physically make the weak shut up.

If there were no Alberto, they could continue to play the image of good grandfather, good uncle, and good aunt.

They would also often bring some gifts to see him, and would do their best to support him to go to university and become a scholar or expert, even if it required paying a lot of money for it.

But it was just because of such an Alberto that everything turned into this terrible state!

Vittorio looked at Francisco with some disappointment, "You shouldn't waste your talent in learning; getting into university was Paul's dream. He couldn't realize it himself, but it's the same if you can realize it."

"You shouldn't be here!"

There were only three of them in the room; they were sitting on the sofa. At this time, Francisco fell into silence, and Alberto carried a coffee cup toward the bar counter on the side.

"The mouth of the kettle has a problem; be careful, don't get water everywhere!"

Vittorio gave an instruction; he actually hadn't thought that these people would hurt him, because he was Paul's cousin, and Francisco's grandfather; they would hate him and dislike him, but he had never thought they would finish him off.

The footsteps stopped behind him in the distance; Vittorio's gaze was still focused on Francisco's face, "Pain and death have already brought us indelible suffering; our relatives and friends died in the battle; all this is enough!"

"I didn't ask you to let go of the hatred or forget the hatred; we just need to make ourselves stronger first before we can pick up the hatred again and complete the revenge!"

"Look at those young people; are they really as firm as you consider?"

"They will be afraid of getting hurt, afraid of death, and tired of exhausted bodies and tense nerves; let everything slow down, just let people get some rest, and let us replenish some manpower."

"Sometimes choosing to let go temporarily is a smart decision!"

"You are still young; you don't understand family affairs at all. If you let your temper run wild, along with your stupid trust in Alberto, you will only make the family's situation worse..."

Vittorio was originally in high spirits; people have this hobby when they get older, liking to pass on their so-called experience to those young people and gain respect, pleasure, and satisfaction from it.

But they also need a qualified student to gain these things; first, this student must be attentive, not doing other things, otherwise it's hard for them to continue speaking.

How to determine if this student is attentive, actually, just look at his state.

When he is looking at himself, then he is definitely attentive.

If he looks elsewhere, or is doing other things, then he is definitely not attentive.

What is Francisco looking at now?

He is looking at something slightly above and behind Vittorio, looking intently, which makes Vittorio sprout a little doubt; he tests slightly, but his gaze still stays on Francisco's face.

Until he has turned his body to sit slightly sideways, then turned his head to look behind him.

Alberto took a hammer and hit his head hard; his whole body slumped down along the sofa.

He seemed to still want to struggle; when he was about to collapse to the ground, he wanted to try to get up, but Alberto pressed his head and hit it with another hammer!

Fresh blood splashed out, splashing onto Francisco's face; he sat there calmly, watching Alberto hit Vittorio's head open with hammer after hammer, and the expression on his face didn't even change!

Until confirming Vittorio was completely dead, he wiped the hammer with the clothes on Vittorio's body and put it back into his pocket.

Alberto picked up the towel placed on the tea table to wipe the blood on his face and hands, also looked down at the symptoms splashed with some blood spots, cursed, and then looked at Francisco.

"Scared?", he asked.

Francisco shook his head; he took the towel and wiped the blood stains on his face, "No, just feel... he is not as strong as I imagined."

"You know, he has always given me great pressure; I have always felt that it is very hard for me to defeat him."

"After all, he is my grandfather and also the father figure of many people in the family, but..."

He looked at Alberto, "A fifteen-minute hammer took him away and brought him to God's side; I actually would be afraid of a guy who can be solved in fifteen minutes!"

"I feel pathetic, terrible, and ridiculous for my weakness in the past!"

Alberto nodded, "Not bad for someone who studies well; these words you said make me feel you have deep insights. Then, is Zakaro handed over to you?"

Francisco was dazed for a while, "I might not be able to control him."

Alberto said with a smile, "When you hit the first hammer, he never had a chance to resist again."

"Just like this?"

"Just like this!"

Alberto walked to the window and made a pre-arranged gesture to the outside.

Fodis, who was smoking with Vittorio's personal attendant, suddenly pointed to the side and asked, "What is that?"

Vittorio's personal attendant looked in the direction he pointed, but there was nothing.

While he was still observing if there was anything he hadn't noticed, a powerful arm suddenly strangled his neck; he almost instinctively wanted to touch his gun, but in the next second, his neck broke.

He didn't die immediately, but lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly; perhaps his body also discovered the wrong situation, unable to obtain the information transmitted back from the central nervous system, and was sending messages constantly by twitching in this way.

He stared at Fodis; now he understood that Vittorio might have also met with a disaster.

Not just him, Vittorio's bodyguards were soon finished off; they came prepared.

"Next, it's Zakaro."

Zakaro, like Vittorio, didn't believe Francisco would finish him off, so he let the butler invite people in.

Almost the same process, the difference is that Zakaro is more direct and more naked.

"Cisco, you see, there are actually many, many people in the family who oppose you; you really don't have the ability to continue ruling the family."

"You don't have any prestige; you can't make people believe in your ability; everyone doubts whether you can make us go further, whether you can do what Paul did."

"This is not an exam question in school; you have studied them, and there must be a standard answer."

"Even if you did it wrong, it's just changing from A to B."

"If you choose wrong in these matters, people will die, many people will die, and among them are your relatives."

"This is not the place you should be; I am more suitable to inherit the family than you; we have a very close blood relationship, and I am also Paul's brother."

"I know better than you how family affairs should be handled; I have more experience than you in any aspect!"

"Actually, I have been enduring; I don't want to make everything look difficult; you should be able to understand and forgive me."

"You continuing to covet this position will only make us have internal problems, so I think you should let me be responsible for all family affairs, and you will go to your school."

"Only in this way can we revitalize the Pasleto family, instead of watching it fall into darkness!"

Actually, what he and Vittorio said was not wrong!

Francisco has been in school, with excellent academic performance; although Paul didn't say he couldn't inherit the family, until now, he hasn't been in contact with family affairs!

Paul had high hopes for him, hoping he could get into university and become a university student.

At the same time, this is also a manifestation of his ambition; he hopes that a person who has received higher education will be the family head, which will definitely allow the family business to develop better and go further.

But he didn't consider that he would have an accident, so strictly speaking, Francisco doesn't have any experience and ability in handling family affairs.

He has mastered knowledge that is only taught in school; he hasn't learned how to arrange criminal activities, nor has he learned how to solve those disobedient people, and he doesn't know how to deal with the current complex situation.

They can acknowledge the legitimacy of Francisco obtaining the position of family head, but refuse to accept his management.

Listening to a sixteen-year-old boy at this time is no different from hanging one's head on one's belt!

Francisco drank the fruit juice in the cup, "I want a little more."

Zakaro said he was going to get the cup, "I'll help you pour it."

Francisco stood up actively, "No, I'll do it myself; I know where it is."

Zakaro didn't continue to insist; he turned his gaze to Alberto, "If you really want to repay kindness, you shouldn't interfere in our family's internal problems."

"I have always felt that your purpose is not pure; you are like a clown waiting to steal power, Alberto..."

"The things happening here have nothing to do with you, but you insist on coming up..."

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Zakaro found that Alberto ignored him, but was looking at something behind him; what could be behind him?

Nothing more than a bookshelf, or some oil painting?

Watching Alberto looking intently at something behind him, this also made Zakaro turn sideways and turn his head to look behind him.

He saw Francisco standing very close to him, too close; he could only see Francisco's waist and chest, then he raised his head and saw a hammer falling down.

"Hallelujah!"

"Dong!"