The imperial capital, St. Nurin's Ventiels, the city has always been the capital of the Shining Star Empire, the heart of politics, where gangs of any nature are not allowed - this is bragging.

Of course, the gangs in the imperial capital cannot be confused with gangs in other places, there are all kinds of large and small gangs in the imperial capital, except for those small gangs, all the big gangs are all white gloves of some big people. They're responsible for doing the dirty work for the big guys, gathering information, or doing things that aren't so legal. They never take the initiative to get involved in illegal troubles too much, they are more like "offices", that is, the kind of place where everything is done.

The office is also the name of the people living in the imperial capital for those big gangs, they will not charge a comfort fee, nor will they bully the market, maybe in the eyes of the people, they have done terrible things, is to rush into some people's homes when some rumors begin to spread, telling them to take care of their mouths. As for whether or not something else was done, no one knows.

The smaller gangs don't look much like gangs either, most of them are smugglers and pimps, they don't have a strong sense of territory, they only care about making money, and they seem to have been influenced by the political atmosphere of the imperial capital, and are very good at compromise.

There was no fierce battle between Durin's wine and the imperial capital, and the first time his men used their guns and even startled the other party, and then negotiated under the arrangement of several celebrities, and negotiated their respective business scopes.

Therefore, the tabloid reporters living here will never feel the huge crisis hidden in the impenetrable fog of other places, so that they dare to shoot at Villa One on Imperial Boulevard. But this time, they're sure to encounter something a little different, and Durin will never be the one to follow the rules.

A good car will always be much better than those ordinary cars in terms of data, whether it is the safety factor, or the decoration style, or its power.

I saw a black shadow rush forward, and it only took seven or eight seconds to catch up with the reporter's car more than two hundred meters away, and the president's nephew had participated in battles in other areas, and he knew very well what he should do. When the front of the sedan he was driving reached half of the body of the reporter's vehicle, he slammed the direction, directly causing the reporter's car to lose its direction, and he hit the shop at the intersection.

After a loud bang, people watched the tragic car accident in shock.

The president's nephew had a lot of blood on his head, and during the impact, his head came into close contact with the steering wheel, and the rubberized steering wheel gave him a cut on his forehead, making him look badly injured. Holding his ribs in one hand, he staggered to the front of the car, looked at the unconscious reporter lying in the back seat, removed the camera from his neck, and handed it to the other two people who rushed over. After that, he walked to the phone booth next to him and called the police, "I think I had a traffic accident...... Yes, someone got hurt and I don't know what to do with it...... Be...... Okay, I'll stay here. ”

He hung up the phone and walked out of the phone booth and returned to his car, his ass pressed against the twisted hood, lit a cigarette, and didn't look like the kind of person who actually had a car accident.

Two bodyguards brought the reporter's camera to Doolin, who took it in his hand, opened the box containing the film, pulled out all the film, and lit it all.

Vicky stood aside and watched the film finally turn into a lump of cooling liquid, the anger on his face subsided, and he was even interested, "Are you all so savage when you're out there?", he didn't know how to express what he wanted to say, "I mean you're going to use force more often to deal with problems like gang wars and assassinations?"

Durin shook his head and replied in the affirmative, "No, we never do anything illegal, if someone jumps off a building, people should think about how society cruelly drove him to a dead end, instead of wanting to know who helped him in the end!"

Vicky was stunned for a moment, then laughed, he put his arm around Durin's shoulder and looked very happy, "I like the way you lie, this is my personal phone, we can get together when you are free, you will like my party!"

Du Lin glanced at the business card in his hand, the business card was very thick, there was a circle of hot silver edging and patterns around it, there was no name of Vicky in the middle, only about a dozen or twenty phone numbers, the personal phone number of the god stepping horse. If you encounter something urgent, it is estimated that it will take half an hour to fight one by one, but it can also be seen from this that Vicky is not a person who follows the rules, and he is very suitable to be friends.

He put Vicky's business card in the business card holder and smiled and nodded, "Of course, I'm looking forward to it." As he spoke, he looked at another luxury car on the side of the road, "Do you need a ride?"

"Thank you for your kindness, I'll have another date later, I'll go by myself, then we'll ......", Vicky rejected Durin's kindness, mainly because the date he was waiting for was more personal, and for most people, they didn't want anyone else to get involved in it, it wasn't an impolite refusal, it was just a very ordinary thing.

Durin reached out and shook Vicky's hand and said goodbye.

The sound of sirens from the street corner made the crowd watching the crash move a little, and the doctor and the police showed up almost at the same time, and Durin glanced at the handcuffed nephew of the president, and withdrew his gaze and got into the luxury car.

Someone will deal with the matter next, even if the reporter and his driver were killed in the car accident, the lawyers can ensure the legitimate rights and interests of the president's nephew to the greatest extent, and prove that another car maliciously changed lanes to cause the traffic accident. The testimony of a handful of eyewitnesses cannot change the jury's decision, because the decisive factor is always outside the courtroom.

The next day, there was no mention of a private meeting between Doolin and Vicky in the newspapers, and the reporters focused on Doolin's ongoing dispute with the Reich Bank, and two locally-only newspapers reported on the car accident that had taken place last night, and the newspapers believed that it was a murder and a purposeful car accident. Although they did not name Doolin in the newspapers, they have been directing the reader's thinking in this direction.

This kind of argument is very marketable, all conspiracy theories involving the characters of the page are always marketable things, "I know a secret" will always be the roar of the bottom of society against their own fate, only in this way that they do not feel that they have been abandoned by the mainstream of society and become the cornerstone of this society - sometimes we use stepping stones instead of the word, and they sometimes express the same meaning.

That night, there was a fire in the two newspaper offices, and there were no casualties, because the fire broke out in the second half of the night, but the offices of the two newspaper offices were burned down, and when the sprinkler truck went, there was nothing to salvage. For example, the cost of going to the police, the cost of overtime, and the cost of fire rescue, etc.

Immediately afterwards, the main members of a small gang went to the police station and turned themselves in, admitting that they had set two fires because the two newspapers had vilified their leader, saying that their leader was a baa sheep in wolf's clothing, and that there was no other way to make money from skilled women.

At this point, the presidents of the two newspapers conveyed a message to the local associations through certain connections, and they confessed.

Look, there is no contradiction that cannot be solved, if because you slapped someone else and made him feel unconvinced and want to compete, then continue to slap him in the mouth to make him understand the gap between each other, then there will be no more contradictions.

Having privately settled the matter with the Imperial Bank, Durin seemed to have become idle. The outside has been speculating about the final outcome of these three lawsuits, but they don't know that the real result has already been born, and even Angelio personally called Durin to ask if he is willing to settle out of court with the Imperial Bank, and he is willing to take the lead in handling this matter. In this regard, Durin expressed his resolute position, resolutely not to cooperate with the Imperial Central Bank, and for this reason, he also hoped that Anglio would be able to persuade the board of directors of the Southern Commercial Bank to give him some support if necessary.

Over the weekend, the two sisters returned to the family manor, and although the Hill family had been torn apart over the years, they were always a nobleman and could always maintain the last dignity.

As soon as they returned home, the sisters saw their little cousin, who was now the head of the family, Jof. His squinting eyes had been rolling over the two sisters, and he had coveted his twin cousins for a long time, but he hadn't done anything for many reasons. He has a well-planned plan for himself, and all his plans must be completed before he can release his desires. Before that, he had to give up something.

He opened his arms and walked over to the two girls early, "Welcome home, honey, won't you give me a hug?"

The two sisters bypassed Joff and returned to their room, and after freshening up, they called their father, uncles and aunts, including Joff, to the conference room.

The middle-aged man sitting in the first place could not see the sharpness of other aristocratic family owners, but looked particularly decadent, his eyes were black, his lips were white, and too much nightlife made his health very poor. He held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the two sisters with some irritation, and said in a very bad tone, "You have gathered the family members together, something important must have happened, so now you should give us a reason!"