"I think you're absolutely right, but some things aren't so easy to do. Arthur took a sip of the paradise that Dou Buddha had given him, and immediately realized that this might be the top goods, because his whole body was inexplicably relaxed, and such a paradise cost hundreds of dollars. Although he can afford to smoke, he can't give one to someone like this.

Dover looked like a very, very rich child, with a look of indiscretion, he raised his chin slightly, biting the paradise with his teeth, and his voice squeezed out between his teeth, "What can't you do? You said what I told you yesterday? hehe!", he was laughing, but Arthur could hear the contempt and contempt in the laughter, which made him think that he had also treated those who were inferior to himself, and he was suddenly a little ashamed.

Without waiting for Arthur to attack, Dover continued: "If you don't believe it, it doesn't matter to you anyway. ”

Yesterday, Arthur met Dover, and Dover gave a bottle of wine for free, which deeply stimulated Arthur. How could Arthur, who felt that he was the most dazzling person in the party, be willing to be trampled on in the face and not make a sound? So he also gave a bottle of wine to every table and room in the audience, which was even better than Dover's wine. What followed seemed like an epic battle for dignity and glory, and in the end, Dover gave two skilled women to each table for free, and became the winner of the game.

Arthur should have been very angry, after all, a stranger stepped on his face in his most familiar entertainment place and became a "big celebrity", but somehow, he didn't hate Dufo, and even "liked" him a little - not the kind of liking that transcended friendship, but he finally met a loser who was more defeated than himself, which made him feel like he had met a rare confidant, and couldn't help but sit next to Dufo with a wine glass.

Mr. John has always called him a loser, that he is not doing his job, that he is a waste, that he is not even a waste. He won't do anything but spend money. But today he witnesses with his own eyes that he is not the most rubbish, because there is a more rubbish person than him. This kind of taste can never be wrong, this is also a garbage, a waste, a loser.

The two smell like each other, talk about the luxury of life, how to squander money, talk about women, and in the end they become good friends. When he was half-drunk, Arthur asked Dover why he had come to the imperial capital, and Dover told him that he was doing something for his father, contacting some people, and loosening something by the way. In short, in Arthur's opinion, this garbage is really more garbage than himself, and everything that can be said and can't be said has been said, and what makes him even more shocked is that this "Joe" and his family plan to contact more capital forces to gnaw a piece of meat from the George family.

That's why everything happened during the day today, Arthur was really anxious, and there was a sense of urgency that he had mastered the secret.

At this time, Arthur slumped on the sofa, smiled stupidly, and spat out a puff of smoke, "I wanted to talk to you about something, but I didn't expect you to bring this thing, and the atmosphere was ruined by you." He spoke at an unhurried pace, a little slurred, and laughed when he finished speaking.

A ray of clarity flashed in Du Fo's eyes, the Paradise in his hand was processed, only the first two mouthfuls were real Paradise mycelium, and the back were tobacco leaves. In this case, even if the paper burns, Arthur will not notice.

"Say it, make me happy. Judging from the way he spoke and his expression, Dulfo seemed to be as affected by it as Arthur, and even his reaction became full.

Paradise can make people happy, make people ignore something, make thinking slower, but not even lose thinking and instinct. Arthur was quick to follow his lines and script to Dover about his distress.

The father was sick in bed and unconscious, and the brothers and sisters in the family were focused on infighting, which led to a very serious decline in the performance of the family industry, and if this problem could not be solved, then it was very likely that the family business would go bankrupt.

He portrayed himself as the only upright man in his family, but even then he could end up on the streets.

After hearing this, Dulfo asked him, "Do you love your father?"

"Love?", Arthur's eyes appeared briefly confused, and then nodded affirmatively, "I love him more than anything in this world!", what can be said and what cannot be said, he is still very clear in his heart. Although in the eyes of others he was a loser, a waste, and a garbage who only knew how to eat, drink and be merry, he behaved quite well, at least often going to the manor to "see" Mr. John.

And in front of this garbage in front of him, who is more garbage than himself, he can't show that he still has the element of scum, so he loves his father very much.

Dover raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "That's good, I love my father too." Since you love your father, can you understand his anger and pain right now? You should help him to get rid of all this, both anger and pain. ”

For the rest of the day, while Arthur sat in the corner with a frown, he pinched his face and threw it on the table. Dover's words seemed to be a magical voice from hell, constantly echoing in his ears.

At first, he didn't understand what Du Buddha meant and what liberation was, but after he thought about it carefully, he finally understood. Before he knew it, he took off his coat and felt the stuffiness of the room. He walked to the edge of the balcony, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, and walked out.

Huge neon lights flickered above him, and the sound of amusement could be faintly heard in the windows around him, and his sweat became more and his face became serious.

He realized that maybe it was a very shit idea, but it was a little appealing. As Doverford had said, if Mr. John knew what was going on with him and his family, he would be angry, and he would not be able to wake up, but would have to go on in the dark in agony in search of an end that might never have an exit.

Letting him live in such anger and pain may be the best way to relieve him.

He has kept a part of the family business, and he has a chance to regain his strength in the future, and Mr. John does not need to suffer anymore.

He clenched his fists and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants. After returning to the room, he didn't alarm Dufo, went directly out of the door of the private room, paid the bill, and returned to his villa.

He sat on the couch in the hall on the first floor, with no lights on, and the darkness around him gave him a sense of fear. From the moment he was born, his life was full of light, and he seemed to feel that he could understand what Mr. John was feeling now. In the face of the darkness that envelops and submerges him endlessly, if someone can take him out of this world, he will be grateful.

Arthur silently walked to the study, which he had never used for business, pushed a mechanism, and stepped into the hidden cellar. He opened a suitcase in the humble cellar with a complete set of custom-made pistols. More bullets, more power, and more ...... Pretty.

He skillfully picked up the accessories, silently assembled, and when he pushed the reactor chamber containing Yaojing into the pistol grip and opened the safe, feeling the heat from the handle, he silently returned to the villa.

After a long night of dry sitting, under the infinite darkness, he ushered in the first rays of sunshine.

It's time for him to do something.

Durin didn't care about it anymore after getting feedback from Dover, and he still needed to sit in the city of Otis to prevent some people from thinking about something they shouldn't have. It's a city full of criminals, as Alice puts it, except that the criminals don their formal suits, ties, and carry their briefcases to and from work like a successful person under Doolin's deterrence. But once these people are sure that Durin will not be able to take care of them, they will definitely tear off all their disguises and turn back into their original self.

The rules haven't been set up yet, and they still have a chance.

Twenty days have passed since the assassination, and the Song Consortium has sent several photos of Doolin lying on the ground with his own skin peeled out of the office, and the head of the Capet family has expressed his deep apologies to Doolin in the letters that accompanied the photos. In the letter, he told Durin that the man who had ruined their relationship had been duly punished, hoped that Durin would let go of the matter, and talked about the casino again.

The Capet family and the Anthem Consortium seem to be determined to win the casino, and Durin still doesn't understand why they fancy this casino so much because such a powerful consortium no longer needs casinos to help them.

Later, it was Mr. Jack who explained that the Anthem Consortium needed casinos to launder money, so they had to have a full license to launder their money and put it in their pockets. Like the current aristocratic consortium in the empire, a lot of money in their hands is not clean, as for why it is not clean, how it is not clean, Mr. Jack did not say, maybe this is the industry ethics that he has been emphasizing.

With Mr. Jack's reminder, Durin understood why the head of the Capet family had written to him wanting a casino.

But that's not possible, even poker only has a five-percent cross-stake, so why would they be able to get an entire casino?

He casually tore up the letter and threw it in the trash, and then put the photos away, which are all "incriminating evidence". Regardless of whether the guy is really dead or not, he has to be "dead".

As for how to deal with the differences with the Capet family next, it depends on how the other party makes a move.