Shadow Empire

Chapter 429 Hallelujah [666+10]
Vittorio felt that Alberto was the culprit behind all this.

If he did not interfere, Paul did not leave any "direct troops" to Francisco, or the entire family was his "direct troops".

The mafia is not a church, and even if it is a church, not all disagreements will be resolved through peaceful discussions.

They will also use punishment to physically silence the weak.

Without Alberto, they can continue to play the role of good grandfather, good uncle and good aunt.

They would often bring gifts to visit him and would do their best to support him to go to college and become a scholar or expert, even if it cost a lot of money.

But it was this Alberto who made everything become so bad!

Vittorio looked at Francesco with some disappointment, "You shouldn't waste your talent for studying. Going to college is Paul's dream. He can't realize it himself, but it's the same for you to realize it."

"You shouldn't be here!"

There were only three of them in the room. They sat on the sofa. Francisco fell into silence at this time, and Alberto walked to the bar next to them with a cup of coffee.

"There's something wrong with the spout of the kettle. Be careful not to spill water everywhere!"

Vittorio warned, he didn't think these people would hurt him, because he was Paolo's cousin and Francesco's grandfather, they would hate him and dislike him, but he never thought they would kill him.

The footsteps stopped far behind him. Vittorio's eyes were still focused on Francesco's face. "Pain and death have brought us indelible pain. Our relatives and friends died in the battle. This is enough!"

"I didn't ask you to let go of your hatred or forget it. We just need to become stronger first so that we can pick it up again and complete our revenge!"

"Look at those young people. Are they really as determined as you think?"

"They're afraid of getting hurt, afraid of dying, and tired of tired bodies and strained nerves. Let's slow everything down, just let people rest, and let us add some manpower."

"Sometimes, choosing to let go temporarily is the smart decision!"

"You are still young, you don't understand family affairs at all. If you let your temper and your foolish trust in Alberto go, you will only make the family situation worse..."

Vittorio was in high spirits. It was a hobby that people tended to develop as they got older. He liked to pass on his so-called experience to young people and gain respect, fun, and pleasure from it.

But they also need a qualified student to enable them to obtain these. First of all, the student must concentrate instead of doing other things, otherwise it will be difficult for them to continue speaking.

How to determine whether the student is concentrating? In fact, you can tell by looking at his state.

When he looks at himself, then he is definitely focused.

If he's looking somewhere else or doing something else, then he's definitely not paying attention.

What is Francisco watching now?
He was looking at something above and behind Vittorio, staring at it intently, which made Vittorio a little confused. He tested it slightly, but his eyes were still on Francesco's face.

Until he had turned his body to sit slightly sideways, then turned his head to look behind him.

Alberto hit him hard on the head with a hammer, and he collapsed on the sofa.

He seemed to still want to struggle, and when he was about to collapse to the ground, he tried to get up, but Alberto pressed his head and hit him with the hammer again!

Blood splattered out and splashed on Francesco's face. He sat there calmly, watching Alberto smash Vittorio's head with the hammer again and again, and the expression on his face never changed!

Only after he was sure that Vittorio was dead did he wipe the hammer with Vittorio's clothes and put it back into his pocket.

Alberto picked up the towel on the coffee table and wiped the blood off his face and hands. He also looked down at his body which was splashed with blood, cursed, and then looked at Francisco.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Francisco shook his head. He took the towel and wiped the blood off his face. "No, I just feel...he is not as strong as I thought."

"You know, he has always put a lot of pressure on me. I always feel that it is difficult for me to beat him."

"After all, he is my grandfather and the father of many people in the family, but..."

He looked at Alberto. "A fifteen-point hammer took him away and brought him to God. I was actually afraid of a guy who could be solved with fifteen points!"

"I feel pathetic, terrible, and ridiculous for my past weakness!"

Alberto nodded. "You are indeed a good student. What you said makes me feel that you have deep insights. So, I will leave Zacaro to you?"

Francisco was stunned for a moment, "I may not be able to control him."

Alberto smiled and said, "When you hit him with the first blow, he won't have a chance to resist."

"Like this?"

"Just like this!" Alberto walked to the window and made an agreed gesture outside the window.

Fudis, who was smoking with Vittorio's personal attendant, suddenly pointed to the side and asked, "What is that?"

Vittorio's followers looked in the direction he was pointing, but there was nothing.

While he was still observing whether there was anything he had not noticed, a strong arm suddenly strangled his neck. He almost instinctively wanted to reach for his gun, but the next second, his neck was broken.

He did not die immediately, but lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly. Perhaps his body also discovered that something was wrong and was unable to receive the messages sent back from the center, so it was constantly sending messages through twitching.

He looked at Fortius, and now he understood that Vittorio might have been murdered as well.

Not only him, Vittorio's bodyguards were quickly killed. They came prepared.

"Next, it's Zacharo."

Like Vittorio, Zacaro didn't believe that Francesco would kill him, so he asked the butler to invite someone in.

It’s almost the same process, but the difference is that Zacaro is more direct and more naked.

"Sisko, you see, there are actually many people in the family who oppose you. You really don't have the ability to continue to rule the family."

"You don't have any prestige, you can't convince people of your ability, and everyone doubts whether you can take us further and do what Paul did."

"These aren't exam questions in school where you learn them and there's a standard answer."

“Even if you make a mistake, you just go from A to B.”

"If you make the wrong choice in these matters, people will die, many people will die, and among them are your relatives."

"This is not the place for you. I am more suitable to inherit the family than you. We have a very close blood relationship. Paul and I are also brothers."

"I know how to handle family affairs better than you do. I have more experience than you in every aspect!"

"In fact, I have been patient. I don't want to make everything ugly. You should understand and sympathize with me."

"If you continue to covet this position, it will only cause us internal problems, so I think you should let me take charge of all the family affairs, and you will go to school."

"Only in this way can we revive the Pasretto family instead of watching it fall into darkness!"

In fact, what he and Vittorio said was not wrong!

Francisco has been in school and has excellent academic performance. Although Paul did not say that he would not inherit the family, he has not been involved in family affairs until now!
Paul had high hopes for him and hoped that he could be admitted to university and become a college student.

At the same time, this is also a manifestation of his ambition. He hopes to have a highly educated person to be the head of the family, which will surely enable the family business to develop better and go further.

But he did not consider the possibility that he might get into an accident, so strictly speaking, Francisco had no experience or ability in handling family affairs.

All he knew was the knowledge taught in school. He had not learned how to arrange criminal activities, nor how to deal with those who were disobedient, let alone how to deal with the current complex situation.

They could recognize the legitimacy of Francisco's position as head of the family, but refused to accept his rule.

Listening to a sixteen-year-old boy at this time is no different from hanging your head on your belt!
Francisco drank the juice in the glass and said, "I want some more."

Zacaro said as he was about to get the quilt, "I'll help you pour it."

Francisco stood up on his own initiative and said, "No, I can do it myself. I know where it is."

Zacaro did not continue to force it. He turned his gaze to Alberto and said, "If you really want to repay the favor, you shouldn't get involved in our family's internal affairs."

"I always feel that your intentions are not pure. You are like a clown waiting to steal power, Alberto..."

"What happened here has nothing to do with you, but you insisted on getting involved..."

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Zacaro found that Alberto ignored him and was looking at something behind him. What could be behind him?
It's just a bookshelf, or some oil painting?
Seeing Alberto staring at the thing behind him, Zacharo hesitated and turned sideways, turned his head and looked behind him.

He saw Francisco standing very close to him, so close that he could only see Francis' waist and chest, then he raised his head and saw a hammer falling.

"Hallelujah!"

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)