The next morning.

There was not a single light in the dimly lit basement, except for a silver candlestick on the table.

Jean Dubarry's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared blankly at the small flame that was crumbling and could be extinguished at any moment.

As with the previous nights, Jean Dubarry still had a sleepless night.

Even though his brain was as sleepy as rust, Dubarry did not have a trace of sleepiness at all, and did not dare to have a trace of sleepiness.

He pondered all night and couldn't figure out what that Bonaparte was trying to do.

"Bonaparte! How dare he blatantly kidnap me! ”

Jean Dubarry rattled his teeth and asked again in his mind:

"Isn't he afraid that I will report his despicable deeds when I go out?! He can't keep me here for the rest of my life. And although the Duke of Richelieu wants to kill me, he definitely doesn't want to see this Bonaparte do it to me, he will definitely find a way to get me out..."

Thinking of this, Jean Dubarry once again hypnotized himself, believing that it would not be long before the Duke of Richelieu could save himself.

After leaving, Jean Dubarry was convinced that the entire Parisian high society would be shocked by Lawrence's despicable behavior, and the Duke of Richelieu would use it as a lever to launch a round of verbal criticism against Lawrence.

"Damned Bonaparte, this abominable Corsican countryman, barbarian!"

Jean Dubarry yelled, wantonly venting his pent-up frustration and collapse:

"When Lao Tzu goes out, I think you can still laugh?!"

At this moment, there was a sound of a key turning in the basement doorway, and then the heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open with a screeching sound.

It was still Lawrence and Grosso who pushed the door in.

Lawrence casually hung the bronze key on his waist, and he naturally heard Dubarry's roar clearly.

But Lawrence just chuckled and shook his head and said:

"Good morning, Monsieur Dubarry, I'm glad to see you full of energy early in the morning."

"Hey, hey, hey"

Grosso also laughed gloomily twice, and then said:

"It's wonderful, the sailors love the most energetic prisoners, and they are a rare pleasure in a boring voyage. Oh of course, they shouldn't feel that happy themselves. ”

Jean Dubarry sat still, his mind blank.

Even though he himself is a ruthless gang leader, he still can't control the trembling of his whole body in front of this fierce and vicious scar-faced strong man.

"Don't scare him, Grosso."

Lawrence stepped forward and patted Dubarry on the shoulder and said:

"I just want to ask you a few questions, and if you cooperate well, we can all save a lot of trouble."

"You... You ask. ”

Jean Dubarry glanced at Grosso, who was still grinning, and said with a winch.

"Who ordered the attack on the outskirts of Versailles that night?" Lawrence asked directly.

Jean Dubarry shuddered, twisted his head to the side, shook his head stiffly, and said:

"I... I don't know. ”

Despite his horror, Jean Dubarry did not dare to say who was responsible for the attack.

After all, he still believed that the Duke of Richelieu would be able to save him, and once the Duke of Richelieu learned that he had confessed to his grandson, he would definitely kill him by force despite Madame Dubarry's plea.

The pain of the flesh and skin at the moment and the life of the second half of his life, Jean Dubarry still gritted his teeth and chose the latter.

Lawrence, who heard this answer, narrowed his eyes slightly, and patted Dubarry on the shoulder again.

Lawrence was convinced that the mastermind of the attack was Count Falcone, so the question was only used to test Dubarry's willingness to cooperate.

Clearly, Jean Dubarry didn't want to cooperate with him.

Lawrence gave Grosso a quiet look, and the latter laughed twice before coming out of the basement in understanding.

"You really don't know? Mr. Dubarry. ”

Lawrence went to the table, replaced the candle that was about to burn out from the candlestick, lit it, and said calmly:

"Even my coachman knows that there is a gang leader in the slums of Paris called the King of Beggars, and people say that you have an unclear relationship with the King of Beggars."

Jean Dubarry closed his eyes and shouted:

"I don't know anything! I am only an honest businessman, Lord Bonaparte, and I have nothing to do with the attack of the King of Beggars! ”

"Oh?"

Lawrence put the candlestick back on the table, walked slowly behind Dubarry, and asked softly:

"Mr. Duty Merchants, how did you know that the man who attacked me was the King of Beggars?"

"I..."

Jean Dubarry's eyes widened, his face turned pale, and he couldn't say a word.

Lawrence glanced at Dubarry's embarrassed expression and continued to whisper:

"Could it be that someone told you? Think about it... A big guy who has a close relationship with you... It's only the Duke of Richelieu, right? Could it be that the Duke of Richelieu had anything to do with the attack? ”

Jean Dubarry, who had just fallen into the trap of language, learned wisely this time, tightened his lips and said nothing, just kept shaking his head to show that he didn't know.

Jean Dubarry also understood at this moment that this hateful Bonaparte was definitely going to use himself against the Duke of Richelieu.

And Dubari had only one thought at this time, that is, he couldn't open his mouth no matter what, as long as he survived this time, he would definitely be rescued when the Duke of Richelieu realized that he was missing.

On the contrary, in Dubarry's view, if he said anything unfavorable to the Duke of Richelieu and was recorded by this Bonaparte, then even if he was finally released, he would only go from one hell to another.

Of course, what Jean Dubarry would never have imagined was that Lawrence did not want to make a fuss with his confession at all.

And Lawrence's questioning was just a way to gradually break Dubarry's psychological defenses.

Seeing that Jean Dubarry in front of him was silent, Lawrence did not press anymore, but just looked at him with a smile, silently waiting for Grosso to return.

Jean Dubarry looked at Lawrence uneasily and fearfully, and the young man's smile, although elegant and warm, only made Dubarry feel a chill from the inside out.

Soon, the heavy wooden door was pushed open again, and it was Grosso who returned.

In his left hand, he carried a large bucket with a square scarf on the side of the bucket.

Grosso was followed by a weak and thin man, wearing a shirt like rags, cowering behind Grosso, not daring to leave.

This is none other than the current king of beggars, Oga Kumas.

At Lawrence's request, the Duke of Choiseul directly agreed to secretly send him to his mansion on the Champs-Élysées and imprisoned.

Although Lawrence imprisoned Oga in his room and did not allow him to leave, he was specially assigned a spacious and comfortable room.

This makes Ogga, who has been living in the sewers and dungeons, almost like he has come to heaven.

Sleeping in a large velvet bed, with someone to give food and drink, and nothing to do, he felt that it was a gift rather than a captivity.

"Is this...?"

Jean Dubarry frowned and looked at Oga beside Grosso.

Even from a distance of several meters, Dubari could smell the stench on his body, and could clearly see the dirt and clumped hair of Organa.

"The untouchables in the slums, the poorest of them."

It didn't take Jean Dubarly a second to know what class Oga belonged to.

Oga also looked curiously at the man in front of him, wondering why the adult had brought himself here to meet this man.

"Introduction, Ogara."

Lawrence put his hand on Ogga's shoulder, pointed to Jean Dubarry, and said:

"This is Monsieur Dubarry, Jean Dubarly, you should know him, right?"

"Jean Dubarry?!"

Oga turned his head to look at Lawrence in disbelief, the adult had no intention of joking.

Although Oga had never dealt with Dubarry, as a member of the Underworld, he was no stranger to the name.

This Du Barry is home to more than 20 casinos, brothels, shops, and taverns, and hundreds of thugs and gangsters under his command, and his reputation in the underworld is well known to everyone.

And that's not all his power, he also secretly funded a lot of gangs like the king of beggars to do those shady things for him.

Not to mention that Jean Dubarry is rumored to have a big nobleman as a backstage, which makes him even more domineering in the underground world of Paris, and no one dares to oppose him.

And such an old man is now imprisoned in the basement of Lord Bonaparte like a dead dog, with chains on his body?!

Oga almost didn't catch his breath, and it took a while for him to recover and accept this reality.

"You should know him, right?" Lawrence continued.

"No, how do I know this kind of person..."

Oga shook his head twice, trying to deny it.

But between the lightning and flint, Ouga suddenly remembered something, and then quickly nodded and changed his words, pointing at Dubari and said loudly:

"Yes, I know him, he is Dubari, the patron of the King of the Beggars! That attack was also ordered by him! ”

Listening to Ogga's sudden change of words, Lawrence nodded approvingly.

"What?! Who the fuck are you! ”

Jean Dubarry's anger welled up in his heart, and he roared as he struggled with the chains on his body, making a piercing noise.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dubarry, this is Oga Kumas."

Lawrence glared at Dubarry and said slowly:

"The current king of beggars."

"The current King of Beggars?"

Jean Dubarry was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, and it was clear that Lawrence had subdued the King of Servants and asked him to testify against him.

Although the King of the Beggars, who had personally received Dubari's orders, was dead, the judge and the inquisitors of the Royal Guard did not care.

All they knew was that it was the people of the King of Servants who attacked Lawrence, and that the King of Servants himself identified Dubarry as the attack.

In this way, it is likely that the blame for the attack will once again shift to Jean Dubarry himself.

Jean Dubarry, who understood this, broke out in a cold sweat, he was not faithful enough to bear the responsibility for all this for the Duke of Richelieu.

Still, Jean Dubarry made a quick trade-off in his mind.

All evidence of himself and the King of the Thunes had been removed, which gave Du Barry a bit of luck that the accusations of the King of the Mergaries were not enough to put him to death.

And once he betrayed the Duke of Richelieu here, it would be absolutely a dead end.

After making up his mind, Jean Dubarry gritted his teeth and glared at Ogga, and then said loudly:

"What nonsense are you talking about, is there any evidence of my relationship with you?! Are you going to condemn me to death with just one mouth?! ”

Oga couldn't help but take two steps back, a little scared of the notorious figure even though Dubari was tied to his chair.

Looking at Dubarry, who was still stiff-mouthed, Lawrence pouted and laughed, and said to Grosso:

"Do it, don't leave a mark on him, and don't let him lose a few parts."

"I understand, don't worry."

Grosso said, looking sympathetically at Dubarry, and walked over to him with a bucket.

Jean Dubarry shrank as he looked at the bucket and the scarf in Grosso's hand and immediately understood what he wanted to do.

"Nope! No! Don't come here, you demon! Get away from me!

”

Jean Dubarry roared in horror, his body twisting violently to break free.

Even when he fell to the ground on his back with the chair, Dubarry still squirmed like a worm, trying to stay away from Grosso.

As a ruthless gangster, Dubari knew Grosso's intentions all too well, and even himself often inflicted such torture on people.

Waterboarding, a torture that has existed since ancient Babylonian times, is an absolute nightmare for all those who have experienced it.

It only takes less than a minute for the victim to experience the ultimate sensation of suffocation and drowning, and this unbearable pain will make anyone moan in the most desperate way.

Ignoring Dubarry's wailing entirely, Grosso placed it on his back and tied the water-stained scarf to Dubarry's face.

Looking at Dubari, who was still struggling, Grosso also reached out impatiently and directly reached out and grabbed his hair, and then turned his head to Oga and said:

"Hey, over there, bring me the bucket."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Oga hurriedly carried a heavy bucket to Dubarry's side and watched the big man lie in front of him in a state of embarrassment.

Grosso poured the bucket directly into Dubarry's face with one hand.

The current was not rapid, but it was constantly lapping on the square scarf in Dubarry's face.

In the midst of the strenuous struggle, the oxygen in Dubarry's body was quickly depleted.

His nervous system subconsciously caused him to open his mouth wide to breathe in air, but all that came to his mouth and nose was cold water.

"Woo whoa, whoa..."

Jean Dubarry coughed violently in the current, and the droplets of water flowing into his bronchi irritated his nerves all the time.

The desperation of drowning caused Dubari to feel so much pain and torture that he did not even expect to be so painful when he waterboarded others.

He involuntarily secreted a large amount of mucus in his mouth and nose, and even urinated completely incontinent, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably due to spasms.

It is said that 80 percent of the people will obey all the demands of the executioners during waterboarding, and the remaining 20 percent will unfortunately die in waterboarding.

Oga on the side had already turned pale with fright, and Dubari's desperate wail could be heard clearly under the impact of the water, he had never seen a person in such pain.

"Let's go, Ogga, you'll have plenty of time to talk to Mr. Dubarry later."

Lawrence glanced at Oga who was staying where he was, turned around and said:

"And, Grosso, play with Mr. Dubarry more, but don't hurt him."

For Jean Dubarry, Lawrence needs to completely break down his psychological defenses, so both sticks and dates are indispensable, and this little pain is only a small punishment.

As for Oga Coomas, since Lawrence has decided to take him under his command, he naturally needs to ensure his loyalty.

Therefore, the execution of Dubari is an excellent way to make an example of the monkeys.

When Oga saw that such a powerful Jean Dubarry could only wail in despair in front of Lawrence, he would never dare to disobey Lawrence's order in the slightest.

"As for you, Mr. Dubarry, we'll see you tomorrow."