In the afternoon of the same day.

Jean Dubarry, who had fallen asleep, or had been unconscious for most of the day, woke up from his sleep.

Apparently this was not a normal awakening, as Dubarry felt a spasmodic pain in his abdomen before he could open his eyes.

"Wow..."

Dubarry's head immediately came to his senses under the stimulus of pain, and he opened his eyes and looked in front of him as he spat on a twisted face.

Dubarry's eyes were still the two faces that terrified him:

Lawrence Bonaparte, the damned daring Corsican barbarian; And then there's the Scarface pirate named Grosso, who tortures himself all day.

Seeing Dubari wake up, Grosso snorted coldly and touched his fist, as if the punch that had just hit Dubari in the abdomen did not vent the anger in his heart at all.

After discovering the hole in Dubarry's house, Grosso didn't calm down for a long time.

As a sailor who travels all over the world, Grosso understands many things, even the crew members who rub their passions between the same sex because they are too and thirsty at sea.

But, after descending into the foul and foul-smelling cavern himself, Grosso was struck by Dubarry's trans-species humiliation.

Grosso never considered himself a defender or a good man, but what little morality and humanity he had was completely crushed and trampled by the horrific scene he saw.

This made Grosso extremely desperate to tear Dubarry by hand.

Lawrence turned his head slightly to look at Grosso, reached out in front of him to block it, and motioned for him not to be impulsive.

Before leaving the house, Lawrence had ordered his guards to take control of the housekeeper and all the servants, and immediately sent for the Duke of Choiseul to arrange a safe and comfortable repose-like residence for the imprisoned women.

Just hearing Grosso describe the scene in the cave made Lawrence feel a little sick to his stomach.

Even though Lawrence had seen enough of the dark side of the glamorous big men in the eyes of the citizens, some did not expect them to be so perverted and rampant, unscrupulous.

However, although Lawrence had already pronounced the death sentence for Dubarry in his own heart, he would not throw it into the cemetery like a rag until the last drop of value had been squeezed out of him.

"Fuck... Bah! ”

Grosso glared at Dubarly, who looked innocent, and ignored Lawrence's blockade to go up and slammed an attack on Dubarry's chin.

In a chilling wail, two bloody teeth flew out of Dubarry's mouth, slammed into the wall and bounced back to the ground, rolling on the ground several times before stopping, leaving two bloody streaks.

"Ahh Jean Dubarry felt his swollen jaw and cried out with a twisted face.

"Grosso!" Lawrence frowned and let out a low snort.

"I, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back,." Grosso spat on the ground, turned behind Lawrence, and said embarrassedly.

Lawrence did not continue to investigate, but looked at Du Barry, who was still subconsciously shouting, and interrupted him softly:

"Mr. Dubarry, we went to your house."

This sentence was like some kind of spell, and Du Barry, who was still shouting loudly just now, was instantly silenced.

Jean Dubarry's face was pale, his lips were quivering, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"You... You went to my house..."

It took a while for Du Barry to squeeze a complete sentence out of his throat, but it was only a repetition of Lawrence's words.

"Yes, that's right."

Lawrence nodded, walked up to him gently, looked down at the terrified Dubarry, and added:

"I found something, some people, some animals."

Du Barry's hole was visibly shocked, and his face turned even paler, as if his heart had forgotten to supply blood to his face because it was so frightened.

"I... No, it's not me..."

Jean Dubarry lowered his head, muttered something in his mouth, and then raised his head in collapse and shouted at Lawrence:

"It's not me! It's not like I'm going to do it! ”

"Fuck!" When Grosso heard this, he was even more angry, and scolded angrily:

"Not you? That's Lao Tzu digging a tunnel and stuffing those cages into it for you?! ”

Lawrence sighed, reached out to stop Grosso and said:

"Let him finish, Grosso."

"It's... Yes, I will say. Dubarry looked at Lawrence and said without hesitation:

"It's Count Falcone, it's he who asked me... Originally, I just kept a few in the basement... Companions. Not long ago, however, Count Falcone suddenly wrote to me, asking me to arrange such an arrangement for him... Performance. Ah yes! I remember, it was about the time after you duel with him, and he wrote to me! ”

"After the duel?"

Lawrence almost understood what was going on.

Count Falcone, who is already a swinger, probably can't accept the reality of becoming a eunuch, and wants to satisfy his already crazy mentality through this perverted and shady hobby.

"It seems that one bullet really changed a lot of things..."

Lawrence thought, looked at Dubarry with a blank face, and said:

"Let's not talk about Count Falcone, you just confessed to the imprisonment of at least six women, right?"

"I... Yes. ”

Dubari lowered his head and nodded weakly.

In front of so much human and material evidence, he had no room for refutation at all.

"What happens if these things are exposed? Mr. Dubarry? Lawrence then asked.

Dubari was silent for a moment, and then said as if talking to himself:

"I'll be in prison for the rest of my life... Bad luck on the gallows, no..."

Dubari said, glancing at Lawrence and Grosso, and then thinking of the Duke of Richelieu, and suddenly laughed miserably, and said slowly:

"I'm going to go to the gallows."

If this matter is really brought to the fore, even without considering the impact on the reputation of the Count of Falcone, the Duke of Richelieu will use this as an excuse to directly prompt Dubari to be hung on the gallows.

"If only you knew, Mr. Dubarry."

Lawrence glanced at Dubarry's red and swollen chin and whispered:

"Since your life is in my hands, I think you should be happy to cooperate with my work, right?"

"Cooperation...?" Dubari asked, trembling.

Lawrence lowered his voice again, leaned into Du Barry's ear and said:

"You were a key witness to the attack on the outskirts of Versailles."

"You want me to accuse Count Falcone...?" Jean Dubarry said distractedly.

"No, it's not Falcone, he's just an out-of-control clown."

Lawrence said, shaking his head, and pointed to it.

Dubarry stared at Lawrence's fingers with wide eyes, bit his lip tightly, and after a while let go of it, and said dejectedly:

"Duke of Richelieu...?"

Lawrence nodded yes.

But after Dubari finished saying the name of the Duke of Richelieu, he fell into a long silence, and seemed not ready to speak.

Apparently, his silence already hinted at his resistance to Lawrence's proposal.

And Lawrence didn't urge him to force him when he saw this, but just got up and said:

"You've got a few hours to think about your situation, Mr. Dubarly, and Grosso will be with you tonight."

With that, Lawrence ignored the trembling Dubari and turned to pat Grosso to signal that it was time to leave.

"Hmph" Grosso looked at Dubarry, bared his teeth and roared:

"Dumbali boy, remember to eat less for dinner, otherwise it will smell bad at that time."

As the wooden door slammed shut, the basement was dark again.

"Whew... I'm sorry I was impulsive. ”

Grosso clenched his fists and said with some remorse that Lawrence had told him not to leave a scar on Dubarry's body.

"It's not a big deal, and I want to punch this scumbag a few times."

Lawrence shook his head and said, not pursuing it.

Grosso was also relieved when he saw this, don't look at him cynically calling Lawrence a kid every day, but the master-slave relationship between the two Grosso is still very clear.

As one of the first companions to go to Corsica with Lawrence, Grosso saw countless enemies fall at Lawrence's hands along the way, many of whom did not even know how they died.

So he didn't want any rift in his relationship with Lawrence.

"But Dubarry doesn't seem to want to cooperate with us."

Reluctantly suppressing his anger at Dubari, Grosso frowned, returned the topic to Dubari's performance just now, and said analytically:

"This kid is really not afraid of death, his life is in our hands."

"He is also in a dilemma now, no matter which side he chooses to fall, he can't bear the anger of the other side."

Lawrence chuckled and shook his head and said:

"And most importantly, I can see that Dubari still has a bit of a fluke."

"Fluke?" Grosso asked, puzzled.

Lawrence affirms:

"He is still waiting for the Duke of Richelieu to rescue him, and he probably wants to find his real backer after he goes out, the Countess du Barry, and it is estimated that this thought has kept him alive until now."

"And we're going to...?" Grosso asked with a frown.

"Extinguished his last bit of hope."

Lawrence turned his head to look at the basement that was submerged in darkness, and said slowly:

"Block all his ways to survive, and then demarcate a way for him to survive under our control."

...

At the same time, the Duke's residence, the Duke's private study.

"Father, I brought him here."

A middle-aged man with a serious face walked into the study with the disheveled Count Falcone like a prisoner, and said to the Duke of Richelieu behind the sunken wooden desk.

Count Falcone was silent beside the man, like a soulless puppet.

He was the father of the Count of Falcone, the son of the Duke of Richelieu and the fourth Duke of Richelieu in history, Louis Antoine Sophie de Vignero di Plecy.

It's just that he died after only three years of inheriting the title of Duke of Richelieu.

Therefore, compared with the current Duke of Richelieu and the fifth Duke of Richelieu, who served as the Prime Minister of France during the Restoration, he is just a small person who has left no trace in history.

The Duke of Richelieu behind the desk seemed to be closing his eyes and recuperating, and after hearing his son's call, it took more than ten seconds before he slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Count Falcone, nodded slightly, and said:

"You go out first, I have something to say to him."

"Father..."The middle-aged man glanced at his son with hatred, frowned and said:

"Falcone's mess has already embarrassed us, so don't let him get involved anymore, just keep him shut up for a few months!"

"You go out first."

The Duke of Richelieu waved his hand as if he hadn't heard, and it seemed that he was still quite doting on Falcone's grandson, even though Falcone had lost his future inheritance.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but because of the authority of the Duke of Richelieu, he had to give up, sighed and left the study and closed the door.

The Duke of Richelieu glanced up at his haggard and mad grandson, and said:

"Dear Falcone, I have bad news for you."

Count Falcone stood still, not making any movement, only a slight tremor of his jaw proving that he had heard the Duke of Richelieu's words.

"Jean Dubarry, this pimp, was also a participant in the attack, he is your friend, right?"

The Duke of Richelieu looked into Falcone's eyes and said that he had long heard of his grandson and Dubarry's stench and embarrassment.

Hearing Dubarry's name, Count Falcone reacted and slowly looked up at his grandfather.

The Duke of Richelieu continued:

"He's been missing for two days now."

"What...?" Falcone asked, distracted, knowing that Dubari had a lot of rather unseemly secrets about him, which, though not necessarily fatal, would bring him into complete disrepute if exposed.

The cave in Dubarry's house was just one of them.

The Duke of Richelieu ignored Falcone's astonishment and sluggishness, and continued:

"Many people witnessed that Jean Dubarry was taken away by Lawrence Bonaparte and has not been heard from since. And I can now be sure that Jean Dubarry was imprisoned in the mansion of Lawrence Bonaparte. ”

Count Falcone froze as if struck by lightning, and hung his head as if he had gone mad and muttered:

"Lawrence Bonaparte... It's him again... Why is it him again, why?! Why! ”

The voice grew louder and louder, and by the end it had turned into a roaring question, but no one could answer Falcone's question.

The Duke of Richelieu silently waited for Falcone to calm down, and said in a deep voice:

"I know that Dubari has a lot of shady things in his hands, especially about you, dear Falcone. We can't let him stay with Bonaparte. ”

"You're right, grandfather."

Falcone nodded, barely uttering a complete sentence:

"Are we going to accuse Bonaparte of kidnapping Dubari?"

Even as Falcone's spirit had grown mader, he knew at this point that he couldn't let that damn Dubarry be used by Lawrence.

"No, dear Falcone, no one would believe such an allegation, even if Bonaparte was very suspicious, and I have no evidence in my hand."

A cold light flashed in Duke Richelieu's eyes, and he said slowly:

"But correspondingly, as long as we prove that Du Barry was actually imprisoned in Lawrence's mansion, that's big news. His behavior against the bottom line of politics will be despised by everyone, and even the king will be disgusted with him to the extreme. ”

"That's... How do I prove it...? Count Falcone then asked.

"Jean Dubarry was taken away by Lawrence Bonaparte before his disappearance, and although we cannot directly convict Bonaparte for this, we have good reason to suspect that he had anything to do with Dubarry's disappearance."

The Duke of Richelieu said with a sneer, as if he had a chance to win:

"I have arranged for a colonel in the police station, who will make a reasonable search of Bonaparte's mansion tomorrow morning, and then rescue Dubarry, and make Bonaparte's crimes known to all Parisians. Hmph, I used to admire this kid, but I didn't expect him to be like this. I guess until now this Bonaparte thought that his little trick was done seamlessly. ”

With that, the Duke of Richelieu turned his kind and kind gaze to Falcone, and said with a smile:

"And you, dear Falcone, I know that your hatred of Bonaparte runs deep into your bones. And tomorrow is your day of revenge. I hope you will follow the colonel and expose Bonaparte's crimes with your own hands.

"Revenge... Expose his crimes with his own hands... That's right! ”

Falcone's eyes finally regained a hint of brightness, and he said to himself excitedly:

"I'm going to throw him into the prison of the Palace of Justice with my own hands, I'm going to let him suffer my pain myself, and I'm going to see him struggle and roll in the dungeon! I'm going to bring Miss Elvie over and show her the spectacle! ”

"Alright, Falcone, go get ready, at least take a shower and change your clothes."

The Duke of Richelieu sighed helplessly and said that in order to let this grandson recover his mind and come out of the shadows, he could be regarded as well-intentioned.