Shadow Empire

Chapter 369: Counterattack, Complaints, and Negotiation
When you treat someone unconditionally well but get results that you cannot imagine, the first thing you think of is often “why did this happen?”

Curiosity manifests itself faster and more strongly than anger and hatred!

He looked at Dover with a strange expression, just like those defendants standing in the dock waiting to be sentenced. He wanted to know not only the punishment, but also why it happened.

"I have always been good to you since you were a child, no matter what they say..."

"I have been trying my best to make up for everything you lost, remember?"

"I even attended several parent-teacher conferences for you!"

For a while, Paul really treated Dover as his own child. His father died for him, so he had an obligation to take care of Dover.

However, after Dover's mother died, the problems between them not only did not ease or get closer, but the gap became even bigger.

Paul actually knew some of the reasons, because of the death of Dover's mother.

The death of Dover's mother was the only direction she found in her mental exhaustion and torture.

Her husband died, and then Paul was so nice to Dover that it was like he was competing with her for her child, and she couldn't resist the process.

In the end, she chose to use death to tell Dover that Paul was not his father and could never be his father.

Things that cost lives are often impossible to ignore, like the extreme anger of ordinary people, like a pencil that is gradually clenched in the hands of a bullied child, and like... revolution!
Of course, a woman’s death is not a revolution, nor will it bring any heavy or unavoidable topics to the world, but she affects a young child, his present and future.

Dover looked at Paul. He didn't know what to say, he just looked at him, a little dazed.

Paul had been waiting for his answer. Dover blinked and came back to his senses from his wandering thoughts. "They said... if he hadn't been stupid enough to take a bullet for you..."

Paul looked at him. "I've heard that they say if my father hadn't taken the bullet for me, he might have had the chance to be in my current position."

"But, tell me, Dover, do you believe it?"

"The inheritance of the Pasletto family has always been governed by rules. Look at Muller, his last name is also Pasletto. He didn't take a bullet for me, but did he become me, or replace me?"

"No, he didn't. Even if your father didn't block that bullet for me, even if I died, the position of the head of the family would not be your father's turn."

Paul looked at him and ruthlessly tore apart the beautiful dreams that Dover himself, his friends, and those people with ulterior motives had woven for him.

Dover looked at Paul, staring at him, "Why... didn't you tell me before?"

Paul looked at him as if he were a fool. "Do you think I need to clarify this rumor?"

“And how do I clarify?”

"I walk up to you, put my arm around your shoulders and tell you, 'Hey, your father is just one of my guys, and his survival is only going to make your life worse than it already is'?"

"After you lost your father and mother?"

"Dover, I am grateful for everything your father has done for me, so I will do my best to protect you and give you better conditions. I don't even have any rebuttal to these rumors."

"I hope your father's heroic deeds can give you a better environment to grow up in, but I didn't expect that you would be so obsessed with the relationship between your father and me?"

He showed a very regretful and disappointed expression, "If this is the reason why you betrayed your family, Dover, you disappoint me very much!"

Paul took a deep breath and stopped talking. Dover suddenly felt a little scared. He keenly noticed that Paul's attitude was changing.

He knew Paul. Although Paul was a good person most of the time, when he made up his mind, he would become a different person, just like that dog!
Paul had a dog, a greyhound, which he loved very much, and which was shiny black and very loyal to him.

One time Dover sneaked out and tried to take the dog out. He wanted to show off in front of the other kids.

After all, such a big and beautiful dog is rare, but what was unexpected was that the dog, which was docile in front of Paul, showed its fangs in front of him.

He was bitten, and Paul rushed over when he found out. He comforted Dover for a while, and then hugged the dog.

At first he didn't understand why he was bitten, but Paul went over and hugged the dog.

It wasn't until two minutes later that Paul pulled out a gun and killed the dog in front of him.

Paul's eyes and expression at that time scared him!
Until today, he could never forget the moment when Paul held the gun to the dog's head, said "I'm sorry" and then shot!

At that moment, Paul seemed to appear again!

Dover fell to his knees with a thud. He didn't want to die. "It was them. They bewitched me. They said my father should be the head of the Pasletto family, and I am the young head."

"Uncle Paul..." He knelt on the ground and crawled to Paul's legs, hugged his legs, trying to get Paul's forgiveness by begging in this way.

Paul put his arm around his shoulders, his eyes were gentle, but behind the gentleness was a hint of pain and determination.

He really raised Dover as his own child and gave him everything he could!
But now, he has to make a choice.

Dover is his relative, but he has more relatives, and he can't give up others for Dover.

He reached out and rubbed Dover's head, pressed his shoulders hard, his eyes became somewhat painful, and then he took out the pistol, "I'm sorry..."

However, the next second, his eyes suddenly widened, because he didn't know when Dover grabbed his pistol!

The two men's eyes became sharp after a brief gaze, and Dover was caught off guard and fought hard for the pistol, so much so that the pistol was actually snatched away by him!

It was at this moment that his fingers left the pistol and he fired a shot.

But the next second, the weapon fell into Dover's hands. He took a step back and without even giving Paul more chance to speak, he pulled the trigger directly!
Outside the door, under Mueller's gaze, the people in the room didn't dare to speak and sat there awkwardly and uncomfortably.

Muller and Paul are of the same generation, and can be considered their uncles. Some of those who are younger are even Muller’s grandchildren.

When such an "elder" stands here and stares at them with unfriendly eyes, and most of these people are hated by everyone, they will become very uncomfortable.

It feels like my whole body is covered with thorns and hair. It's very itchy, but I can't scratch it. It makes me feel uncomfortable all over.

They were still whispering about why Paul suddenly came to Dover and whether he wanted to give Dover a task, when suddenly gunshots were heard in the room.

There was one sound at first, and then several in succession. Everyone stood up and looked at the door in horror and disbelief. Muller in front of the door squinted at them and said, "Sit back!"

No matter how stupid they were, they knew what was happening. Paul was going to kill Dover!

These people slowly sat back down, their faces flushed, their heartbeats quickened, they began to feel fearful and uneasy.

Two minutes later, the door opened. Muller's eyes were still on these people. He was afraid that these people would do something when he turned around.

Although he didn't think they had such ability, the current situation was special and they should be careful when necessary.

Then he noticed the surprise on the faces of those losers and saw their shocked expressions. Just when Mueller had a bad premonition, something cold pressed against his head.

At this moment, his mind went blank!
Paul is dead?

He didn't care about the threat and turned around. Before he could even see who was behind him, the gunshot rang out.

He felt as if something hit him hard on the head, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

In the rapidly fading look, he saw the shadow of Dover stepping over his body.

"Dover?!"

Dover's hands were still shaking as he held the ivory-handled pistol that was said to have come from Paul's grandfather. Until this moment, he had not recovered from the shock of killing Paul!
Paul wants to kill him, so he can only fight back!
Just as he didn't expect Paul to really kill him, Paul didn't expect that he would not only dare to fight back, but also dare to kill himself!
At this time, Dover put the weapon in his pocket, and he held his hands together, trying to calm himself down.

He looked at these people, "He wanted to kill me... I didn't agree."

"Didn't you always say...if I wanted to be the head of the family, would you support me?"

"Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise!"

Alberto is very depressed now.

Everyone in the company seemed unhappy. After sitting in a chair and throwing a tantrum for a while, he called Lance and asked, "Are you free?"

"Drink some with me."

Ten minutes later, Alberto came to Lance's office. Lance took out a bottle of wine and poured him a glass of wine.

Alberto looked at the gilded lion on the bottle and asked curiously, "I've heard of this wine. Where did you get it?"

Lance shook his head. "I always have my own way. You are here to drink, not to buy goods."

He poured Alberto a glass of wine and clinked his glass with his. "Are you in any trouble?"

Alberto took a big sip and said somewhat depressedly, "Dover betrayed the family's information, and we suffered heavy losses."

"This bitch is like a wild dog that can't be tamed. He should be killed!"

"But even so, Paul is still protecting him!" Without waiting for Lance to raise his glass, Freedom took another big sip, then picked up the bottle and started pouring for himself again.

There were ice cubes in the glass, big ice cubes.

The wine will first fall on the ice cubes, and then flow along the ice cubes to the bottom of the glass. In the process, it will be cooled to a level that will not make people feel spicy.

The advantage of this is that strong liquor will not be so uncomfortable to drink, and even women can drink it without any obstacles.

But the downside is that it’s easy to drink too much.

Alberto cursed "Fuck" and slammed the table hard. "Brother Howard is dead, and he killed several other people, but now Paul is going to protect him!"

"If he really is protecting Dover, I'm done with it!"

Lance walked over to him and pressed his shoulders, taking a sip from his wine glass, "Why don't you consider just killing him?"

"Kill who?" Alberto, who had just drunk a little, suddenly put down his glass and asked, "Dover?"

"Hmmm, maybe Paul is not easy to do?"

Alberto opened the cigarette box on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, "Go on."

Lance sat on the chair next to him. "Look, Dover's father died to protect Paul, so Paul must guarantee Dover's life no matter what, even if he doesn't want to do so!"

"Otherwise, people will say that Dover's father died for him, and he killed Dover. His entire family died because of him. It will be very difficult for him to do this!"

"But if someone other than him takes action, will everything be better?"

Alberto's eyes began to light up, "That's a great idea!"

He thought about the possibilities. "I came to the right person to have a drink with you, Lance. You know how to solve problems."

He was silent for a while, and soon his headache came back. Someone had to do this, but it wasn't him!
Alberto was very distressed and talked a lot to Lance, complaining, regretting and blaming others. He also drank a lot of alcohol and eventually passed out drunk in his office.

He called Fordis, and Fordis drove over soon.

He saw Alberto passed out drunk on the sofa, walked up to Lance and gave him a hug, "Thank you for letting him drink so much."

Lance smiled and patted him on the back, "That doesn't sound like a nice thing to say, Fordyce."

Fordyce couldn't help but laugh a few times, "He's been very distressed these past few days, and it's actually good for him to get some sleep."

"Help me!"

Lance helped him lift Alberto to his feet and stuffed him into the car.

The interesting thing was that he was stuck in the back seat of the car and couldn't push himself in, so Lance stepped on his butt and pushed him in hard, leaving an obvious footprint on his butt.

"When he wakes up, tell him that I kicked him back!"

Fordyce nodded, "Sure, I'll definitely let him know." He hugged Lance again, "Be safe, things are bad lately!"

Being betrayed hurt each of them, and their morale became depressed. Some even talked about not continuing to serve the Pasletto family.

They were only distant relatives, not direct descendants of the Pasreto family. They had suffered such a huge loss that even if they left the family, no one would be able to say anything.

If Paul wants to protect Dover this time, they will quit!
Lance watched the car leave. When he turned around, Erwin was standing by the door. He pointed into the room and said, "There's a call from Williams."

Lance looked at the car going away, stood there for a while, then turned and walked into the room.

He sat in his chair and picked up the receiver. "Congressman Williams?"

"I've spoken to some of my old friends, and if you can make this a big enough mess, they'll just step in and interfere."

“But there is a premise.”

Lance leaned back in his chair and asked, "What?"

There was a slight crackling sound in the receiver. It was the sound of Councilman Williams smoking his pipe. "They have some demands, too."

Lance pursed his lips and said, "Tell me about it. Maybe I can solve their little problem."

Congressman Williams laughed twice, "That's easy for you, Lance."

"Gingang City must be ensured to be under the control of the Socialist Party. This city is too important. You must stand on our side!"

Lance thought for a moment, "Am I suitable to join the Socialist Party?"

Congressman Williams couldn't help but burst out laughing, "That's funny, Lance, you have a great sense of humor!"

A gang leader joins the Socialist Party?

If he really does this and the Socialist Party accepts him, then this will be the front-page headline around the world tomorrow!

The Socialist Party has begun to harbor filth!

Therefore, it was impossible for them to agree. Even if Lance took the initiative to ask for it, the Socialist Party would not allow him to join the Socialist Party and tarnish the reputation of the Socialist Party.

This is just a funny joke to Congressman Williams!

"I will run for mayor of Jingang City later. You must bring your people to support me. In addition, you must also support the subsequent mayors if they are socialists!"

"Besides that, you also need to prove to the higher-ups that you are on our side, understand?"

“Your sincerity!”

“Sometimes, they’ll have some work for you to do too!”

"If you can agree to these three things, they will intervene proactively."

Lance thought for a while, and the first thing he did was to give political support, to clearly support the Socialist Party. This had nothing to do with whether he was a member of the Socialist Party or not.

He can agree to it.

The second point is not a big problem. It is just a transfer of interests. Everyone is doing it. It is not that he is unwilling to give money to Congress, but that he does not have the channel.

So now that Congress is willing to take his money, he is so happy that he cannot even wait to object.
What made him feel a little hesitant was the third point. He had no objection to doing dirty work, but doing dirty work for Congress was a bit unpleasant.

Who knows if they will give him a sensitive and dirty job and then send someone to ask him to keep it secret, which would be tantamount to forcing him to stand on the opposite side of the bigwigs in Congress.

The long period of no response made Councillor Williams a little nervous. "What are you worried about?"

Lance said matter-of-factly, "I don't want to be the butt wipe they throw away after using it."

Congressman Williams felt a little... confused. What an honor it was to do dirty work for the bigwigs in Congress?

He would even be willing to take the job if given the chance.

This means that he is able to grasp some of the senators' deeper secrets. Although there are two sides to every coin, one cannot always see the bad side; one can also look at the good side.

The advantage is that he has a direct channel to Congress. Maybe this channel is not very stable, but at least it exists.

"Lance..."

Lance didn't let him continue. "I can pay you more, but I don't want to do the dirty work."

Congressman Williams thought about it and thought that the bigwigs would agree. "Okay, you can do what you want now..."

Two minutes later, Lance strode out of the office. He pointed at some people and said, "Get in the car. We're going to the dock."

Erwin trotted over and asked, "Did you make the deal?"

Lance nodded and said, "It's settled. As long as we make a big enough fuss, there won't be any problems!"

"How are you going to make trouble?" Erwin was curious.

The two walked out of the room, and he ran two steps and opened the car door for Lance.

Lance turned and looked at him from the car door, "Do you know what is most abundant at the dock?"

Erwin shook his head. "What I said is definitely not what you think."

Lance got in the car, "Most money!"

I went out for something in the evening, so I was a little late

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(End of this chapter)